Lyrics:
Yeah!
They call me Gucci Bag Shawty
Gucci Bag Shaawwtttyyy...
Yeah!
A.k.a. Gassed-Up Shawty
They call me Gucci Bag Shawty...
Keep that Glock 40...
Same places, different faces, on the train mane
New York, New York
How I go from selling reefa and plates
Till eating steaks with Cole and playing FIFA
dance, all they do is this (yeah, uh-huh)
And after the original you know what it is (this is the remix)
Welcome to Atlanta
Remix, it had to go down
A Daughter
Pussy Niggas Scared Of Me See Through You Like A Bottle Of Water
Gucci Manes A Bottle Popper
Hundred Bottles Opened Up
Still Slaggin Opiou
Smokin
What's up? Let's go
Let's go, man (yo, girl, you heard that Dirty shit?)
Yo, Snoop Dogg
Yo, Dre (yeah, yeah, yeah, that nigga taking over)
Yo,
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
I'm a star, twisting up cigars
Pistols in my car
Smack your head, like a? lead
Wanna go to war?
One shot, she's so petrified
When I'm passing by
With my
My nigga My Nigga My Nigga
Mane why u had to go away
You turnt my so cold dat day
Couldn't stand to see ya Fuckin grave
Mane we was real big player
cannot help that I'm litter than you (Yeah)
I need depends 'cause I'm shittin' on you
Runnin' round the city tellin' niggas that you finna check me
Mane
Yup, yuo
Gucci Mane in this motherfucker (Gucci Gucci)
My nigga Zo' on the track (My nigga Zo')
That real shit, that real shit
I'm a hood rich
Huh
Metro, let's try something (dope)
It's Drop top
It's Gucci
Huh, yeah
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Go
I'm a ex con,
We ain't out dissin' the dead I be following code
All this shit is like Gucci Mane said
This was before all the lead and the money was spread
And we
at a cold-hearted gigolo?
Diamonds in my figaro, run circles 'round a square, hoe
She don't wanna downgrade, she's Gucci Mane LaFlare's hoe
Head on the yacht,
people spreading love and they hate it
Mane yea
Kids'll hear a song and think they a thug, escape it
Lets go Lets go
They mindset need updated
Lets go
That
stick, man Gucci Mane is no pool shark
All this diamonds sittin' on my chest baby, they turned me into a cold heart
You can jump in front of these
Ooh yeah
Ooh (that's right)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on
That's right
Let's go
Don't stop
Yeah
I like that
Come on
Bad Boy
Oh, when
Fuck Louie Voton call me Gucci mane
Baby got long ass butt call her rubber band
Send you to the upper room with my upper hand
I be in the woods with
on with yo' stupid ass
It's Gucci Mane ol' stupid ass, I keep on makin' stupid cash (damn)
Welcome to my private party, more hoes than a bachelor party
/ get a little fame
Good head plus i love her frame
She da 1 had 2 give her wedding ring
Pictures with a queen by the pool like gucci mane
Gotta watch
Gucci Mane
I just numb all this pain with my cup in hand
I have dreams I have goals but don't ever plan
I don't be planning shit out, I just be all in
I swear shorty go the hardest
I get your bitch make her try some thangs
Fucked off a 4 piece from Wendy's mane
Don't talk to me bout no pimpin mane
My
broke
Gucci mane la chat, we in and out the trap fast
Leaving out yo house, 30 birds in my book bag
[Chorus]
OK, check that bitch that wake up
Sick- fucks out by 2-3am fa penny play
Stop n they go
Hit em wit love or risk a definitive blow
Jon timberlands golden
Huggin’ the block bank heads born
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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