(Intro – Shawty Redd & Gucci Mane)
It’s 2017 ni**a
Welcome home wop, blurr
Shawty Redd, new b**h ni**a, y’all ni**as motherf**k at?
Pyrex pop
East Atlanta, Zone 6
Trap house
Ni**a where y’all think this s**t started from, ni**a
It’s Gucci
Ay Guc, welcome home my ni**a, I salute to you my ni**a
Ay, hol up
(Verse 1 – Gucci Mane)
Let me take you back to my Shawty Redd days
Just sold ten bales, pulled up to the club blazed
In an all red Charger with some with some on-set trays
Hitting on all red kush, got on all red J’s
Got a trap house in the 6 with a 12 foot fence
I’m Guwop the walking lick but can’t nobody take s**t
Had to shut the trap down, the red Dolce’s hit
Had to crack it back up, the red dogs ain’t s**t
See your pack just touched, everybody want bricks
So you can tell the black cats they can s**k my d**k
It’s just a Sun Vallet ni**a, I’m had tryna get rich
I k**ed your dog yesterday, you can call me Mike Vick
Say you never met a k**er, then you never met me
Hold up, hold up, they done let the wop free
Hold up, hold up, he say he want a hundred keys
Well pull up, pull up, now for you and more for me
(Chorus – Gucci Mane)
Gucci how you feel, like the richest ni**a ever
Twenty seventeen, still the slickest ni**a ever
Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level
Leave the house without a strap, ni**a never f**king ever
This a customized belt, so you would never f**king ever
Let a bi**h stress me, I would never f**king ever
Let a ni**a press me, I would never f**king ever
It’s Gucci!
They say never say never but I never f**king ever
It’s Gucci!
(Verse 2 – Gucci Mane)
Don’t go with my main squeeze, she ain’t gotta f**k me
But bi**h ain’t never met a ni**a that can hustle like me
And you’ll never meet a ni**a with a duffel like me
With the money and the mind and the muscle like me
I done rough so many ni**as I can’t even trust me
Gotta walk in with the strap, they can never search me
Call me Gucci the unmercable, they’ll never merc me
I just bought a new convertible, they’ll never touch me
I hate mice, I hate rats, ni**a that’s my pet peeve
I throw stacks, I shoot dice, ni**a I’m so side street
If you ain’t bout letting that pistol go, don’t stand beside me
Said Guwop ain’t got eight figures, I feel like you’re trying me
Wop
(Chorus – Gucci Mane)
Gucci how you feel, like the richest ni**a ever
Twenty seventeen, still the slickest ni**a ever
Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level
Leave the house without a strap, ni**a never f**king ever
This a customized belt, so you would never f**king ever
Let a bi**h stress me, I would never f**king ever
Let a ni**a press me, I would never f**king ever
They say never say never but I never f**king ever
It’s Gucci!