bullets real fast what a chop do (Bleow) I'm Gucci mane laflare I tote a glock like a cop do We don't talk to strangaz, we cop bangaz Trappin' at night
with 20 hoes sittin' back in the back Like a nigga suspose with a chauffer drivin' Lettin' his pimpin' be choose I can walk the walk and I can talk the talk Bring yo girl to my room mane
stones, pink is like a movie Truly I'm a walkin' lick, Gucci man the talkin' brick If you ain't gonna talk to chickens dog who you talkin' to? 7:30
. Take my advice, y'all stay in school cause the outside world is like rolling snake eyes. Grassy lines, lions, bears, tigers. Georgia boys, them dirty boys, I'm trapping
gettin drunk n a house party dey locked me up dey must have hide a half ounce on me momma mad as a mutha daddy let him b gucci mane raise me to b a straight
ain't shit funny (ha) I'm posted in the trap and my country boys comin I'm hood rich bitch, still servin two dummies I'm gettin on your nerves cause Gucci
' chicken tryin' to pay my rent, shawty Rap about Gucci, stay strapped with a Uzi Murder one platinum eatin' justice by Tuesday It's Gucci Mane, excuse
In the trap house, in the trap house In the trap house, Gucci Mane, check it Choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach Hood rich so I never had a bank
kidneys.. dislodged bullets real fast what a chop do. i'm gucci mane laflare i tote da' glock like a cop do. We don't talk to strangaz', we cop' bangaz'. Trappin
next gucci so extra asprin crips so east atlanta my chain a lantern now its a lantern plantin be like damn he handsome from the barts to phantoms fuckin dimes and land em trap
under my eye, hat so low cant see my face, and if you got them cake to bake then gucc might do a home invasion. Hi my name is Gucci Gucci meet my homeboy
wonder bra She got monster jar Like a porn star nice ass Nice job I wearing my star So um bringing my entruenge Put it in the air If u down wit gucci gucci
We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga Post on the block, rain, sleet, snow, sunny Slow motion, don't nothin' move but the money, geah Trap
[Intro:] Yup! Yup! Gucci Mane in this motherfucker (Gucci Gucci) My nigga Zo' on the track (my nigga Zo') That real shit, that real shit [Chorus: x2]
gettin on your nerves cause Gucci got money The charm is absurd but the rims are all shiny [Chorus] [Gucci Mane:] I mic check, I mic check, now it's time the chicken talk
VVS stupids Girl it's Gucci Gucci, and my diamonds fruity [Gucci Mane:] Tell me I'm a junkie baby, color karat watch me baby Want to spend 'bout 20 G, Gucci
cookin chicken tryin to pay my rent Shawty rap about gucci stay strapped with a uzi Murder 1 platinum eatin justice by tuesday It's gucci mane excuse
I talk to em When I'm with my dawgs this how I talk to em It's gucci mane la flar I'm finna talk to em My guala, my partna, mota manana? gracias denada