[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' a** can't cash
I'm the lawnmower man and yo' a** is gra**
Gucci Mane make a n***a wear a sh** bag
Actin bad like a kid at Six Flags
I'll send some slugs at yo' b**h a**
In my hood ain't no love for yo' b**h a**
Fifty pounds in the trash bag
Anybody move then that n***a gettin blast at
Hit a lick for 'bout fifty stacks
n***az trippin talkin 'bout Gucci bring the money back
Half a brick and I'm breakin that
I'm in the trap where the junkies at
I'm gettin fat, f** a jumpin jack
Zay' drop a track the whole industry be jockin that
I'll put a hole in your stocking cap
Work ya like a b**h at the Body Tap
I stay strapped, blow you off the map
n***az hate behind my back, but when they see me give me dap
[Chorus]
Uhhhh...
I'm from the hood I'll punch your lights out
I took your j**elry, now I'm iced out (icy icy)
Gucci Mane got that 'caine in
I swear I never tuck my chain in
You just a thug gettin traded
I'm a thug entertainin
Really I'm a street n***a
That chopper on the seat, n***a
All ready for that beef, n***a
Yo, Gucci gotta eat, n***a
I guess I'll see you when I see you n***a
I wouldn't wanna be you n***a
Now ain't that like a n***a
Tryin to sound like a n***a
A lover not a fighter n***a
But let me see yo' lighter n***a
[Chorus]
You see the bracelet on my arm, my necklace, my charm
I'm dangerous and armed with grenades and bombs
Y'all done slumped out with tons of ones
In tha club puttin on like "I'm Dapper Don"
Yours truly, young Gucci all I do is hustle hard
Never had credit but used my 2000 Mastercard
Grimy and gritty, hotter than cookin with lard
Gucci Mane on the block again and I'm cookin ya boys
It's that grown man sh**, n***a bring all the toys
When I snap they'll have to call the lieutenant and sarge
Bring the whole entourage, see she thinkin you hard
And watch how quick I load the chopper bullets you gotta dodge
Uhhh... Gucci Mane on the track n***a
Zaytoven on the track n***a
Big Cat, Laflare n***a
I'm the lawnmower man, n***a
[Chorus]