verse 1: early in the mornin im cookin a brick
see i aint really thinkin bout them snitches and sh**
its hard as a b**h but i gives a f**
i swag threw the six with my pistols up
brick boy click put ya pistols up
so icy on my tag n***a eat my dust
im high as a plane and in god i trust
a n***a try us then his head is busted
im smarter then u n***as that how i got my bust
n***as sendin threats like we give a f**
n***as probly mad cause her buzz was cut
and im in the city screamin bricks are us (gucci)
chorus: gucci mane the eskimo burr ya b**h
i drop 100 racks and wont miss the sh**
that f** sh** that f** sh** b**h miss me with
and if yo baby mama died i wouldnt miss the b**h
repeat
verse 2: im ganster like al capone or james cady
these rap puss aint really hard the just actin
i sold bricks for real the whie dragons
sixteen to twenty two five im igh taxin
depends on yo tax pockets or your package
twenty one five right now and im happy
it jump to twenty three and im a start clapin
yo folks aint workin sh** my shops open
im on deck brick with no flex
get snowed in like lagurte n alport
got 150 bricks with no pa**port
and good for 400 if i asked for it
u got taxe for it
ill pay cash for it
ill send out for it then bring back yorin
ya got taxe for it
ill pay cash for it
ill send out for it then bring back yorin chorin
chorus:
verse 3: gucci front shoes adem right in the bag
in my gucci corvete i know you like that swag
polar bear gucci chillin off of my igloo
30 inch rims so deep u fit yo kids threw
keep yo dick out my girl gucci forbids u
chopper leave hoes imagine what that sh** do
duce duce bustin and screrrrrrrr amuse u
so many wipes little mama comfuse you
bart simpson chain some strange a** cartoon dude
hummer fully loaded with the crome and moon roof
gucci mane the juice man burr ya b**h
we'll drop 100 racks and wont miss the sh** (gucci)