Lyrics:
nigga, I quit
I spend mills quick, but fuck it, my nigga
I quit
It's Gucci Mane, and nigga, fuck it, I quit
All these pussy ass niggas, man
They telling
might be
Yeah!
Gucci Mane gotta lot of fame nigga get your mind right
Or a cries by the twelve like a case of Bud Light
Sell a cush by a bell so you
What a sweet lick I let 'em build up, double back that's a re-kick
I'm rocking solid tails on 18 no need to preset
I'm talking big stones with my
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The grey quiet horse wears the reins of dawn,
And nobody knows what mountain he's from.
In his mouth he carries
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch look up in the sky it's the bird fucking man
Junior daddy shitting on the game
You probably see me sitting on the Range
I'm
look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin'
Ridin' in my
people stare when I walk up to the plane
I got Gs, I got dough
I've got keys to the Rolls
I got KK by the O
And a butler by the door
Luxury flows,
it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
I got a better idea)
(I'ma buy my bitch a new car on Gucci Mane expense my nigga)
(Straight up) On Gucci, on Gucci Mane? 'Preciate it
Yeah dog
the van when the van park
In East Atlanta my house is a landmark
Your favorite rapper in the Gucci Mane fan club
I had to run out just to run my bands up
[INTRO]
Cheeeaaaaaa burn one
Zaytoven on da track imma burn one
Its the mixtape nigga burn one
If you eva try gucci mane you might burn one huh
Burn
ran it up while you was on the slab and put in work
Got that girl all out of season, why you ain't Gucci her?
Fuck 'round killed her off that Strong
Oh written in the stars
A million miles away
A message to the mane
Oh
Seasons come and go
But I will never change
And I'm on my way
Let's go
Yeah
You're a big Gucci Mane fan, where did that come from?
So I got on to Dr. Dre in about two thou-
It was 2002, kind of evolved from that to Eminem
up like cellophane
And maybe when I wake up in the morning I'll feel better yea
No I still feel the same, fuck it lets do this again
I'm Gucci Mane
contra
More chains then Buster, and more hoes then Usher
It's Gucci Mane & Drama, so that means more commas
I'm hands on like a laptop, get your cap
to get that bag by any means
Get that money
Stack it up
Mane I'm too real
I re-up
I'm the plug
Mane I'm too real
Drop it off
Pick it up
Mane I'm too real
take
My shine and kill me mane
Ridin' Gucci turn up for my mama
Tell her I love her mane
Switchin' lanes on interstates
Y'all niggas swervin' rentals
everything
I'm gudda gudda, gudda gudda, I put that shit on Gucci Mane
Brick Squad is what the fuck I claim, goom y'all niggas off the chain (Loony)
Lookin'
riding's at an all time high
Just by the watches I buy and the juice that I fly
Like I'm up, like I'm stuck in the sky
I came up robbin', starvin', Sun
need some honey
Chew it like a gummy, stupid juicy oozy runny
Listen Gucci Mane I got what u need
Keisha and Alisha and Tamika got the weed
Girls
a little margarita
Mane, them draws comin' off when she see the two-seater
So put your Porche up, (uh)
Get your divorce up, (uh)
I'm sure she'll sign
What's up with that weed, mane
We blowin' trees, mane
Money from these hoes, mane
That's what I need, mane
What's up with that weed, mane
We blowin'
nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wanting
Bottle after bottle by the bar, I be stunting
It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat
Big doofy gat,
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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