raw as fuck Already supreme aint gotta gas me up My pillow talk game so superior So I leave the store with every different color fur, burr Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane the G It's Titty Boy, no pity boy, big Scarcity the city boy So Icy, so no Nike, boy, just Gucci, Louis, Prada, 'scuse me Gucci Mane keep shittin
to the boy Gucci Mane Old school Chevy, same color cocaine Ridin' through the hood, throwin' money out the brain And I'm lookin' for the girls with the booty shorts, mane
large dam shawty why you hatin on me i see you mad cause im in da club throwin up gs damn shawty u can get it like me sticks and stones break bones words
everything is up to par go look at my car (2x) my shade game crazy cavalli and gucci frames and my shoe game crazy loui not no nikes mane and my icy game crazy gucci
NAH [verse 2] these skeezers &pleasers at nickies.. asses & titties at strokers.. 30-40 bitches; all of em lookin pretty.. we show love at magic city; we break
) king south: you think you so smart (smart) you think you so sneaky (sneaky) but im gone break your heart (your heart) cuz today you leaving (leaving) pack up all yo bags (bags) pack up
different rubber bands Red means 30 stacks blue means 10 packs When I say Imma skreet nigga bitch I mean that Hold up, Hold up, this shit won't cake up
chop ya damn hands up Gave my rims a tip because they're real good dancers [Verse 2:] A Black ass nigga in a Ol' School Classic I Pulled up to Club Gucci
Gucci Mane & R. Kelly) R. Kelly: Ay, ooh, ay, sexy ladies Gucci (speaking): Sexy ladies, stand up What's happenin'? It's Gucci, what's happenin'? Gucci
to my bedroom and pop dat pussy, ah ha and we be steady mobbin, oh kimosabe, big ballin is my hobby. [Gucci Mane:] What the fuck is up, it's gucci leather
(feat. Bun B, Gucci Mane) Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this nigga I'm hearin' these niggaz in the club, niggaz soundin' like
why Be yourself, you ain't gotta pimp bone in your body I can tell ya ain't never bought a key or caught a body Nigga probably just seen Wayne, Gucci Mane
disrespects Man I'm swagged up with hella tattoos on my neck, yuh! Hella swagged up, see the Gucci stashed up Make a nigga back up, chopper flash if he
[feat. Gucci Mane] You thought I was playin You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, You thought I was playin I told u I was so sick and tired of complaining
and pop that pussy Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby [Gucci Mane:] What the fuck is up It's Gucci Mane the G It's
(feat. Yo Gotti, Gucci Mane) [Chorus:] Pure cocaine, pure cocaine [x2] All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine [Young Cash:] Yeah, I
In the booth or in the strets, I'm known to tear a rhythm Fifteen and sixteen, eyes breakin down the system Nobody can tell me nothin, I was livin off my system Head fucked up