Man f** these n***as
I, I'm a spare everything but these n***as
I flip the gun and gun buck these n***as
Take the knife off the AK and cut these n***as!
Yeah and f** these b**hes
I swear I care bout everything but, but these b**hes
I, I don't care I "so what" these b**hes
And I put young mula baby way above these b**hes
If it ain't broke don't break it
And if he ain't shook I'm gonna shake 'em
Hope I don't look weak, cause when the wolf cry
Woof you still see that wolf teeth motherf**a'
Futuristic handgun, if you act foul you get two shots and one
I'm at yo face like Lancome, ha ha you n***as softer than Rosanne's son
You cannot reach me on my Samsung, I'm busy f**ing the world
And giving the universe my damn tongue
Crazy motherf**a', I am one, but, but the crazy thing is I began one
All, all white bricks I'm straight like its jumping back to thirty six nikka!
Big house long hallways got 10 bathrooms I could sh** all day n***a (n***a)
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And we don't want no problems,
OK you're a goon whats a goon to a goblin?
Yeah big Kane on the beat
I, I f** around and leave a n***a brains on the street ooh
Now pop that p**y I, I bring her to my bedroom and pop that p**y
Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' okay Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby
What the f** is up? Its Gucci mane the G
That's titty boy no pity boy big scar city the city boy
So icy so no Nike boy just Gucci Louis Prada excuse me
Gucci mane keep sh**tin' on me why that boy keep buying j**els
East Atlanta co*kin' hammers bandannas on car antennas
No we do not talk to strangers just cut off these n***as fingers
Gucci's armed and dangerous c**aine codeine and angel dust
This AK-47 will hit you in and from the ankle up
Breasts the size of Nia long me alone clip long as a Pringle can
45 desert eagle on me you'll think I'm a eagles fan
Tony Braxton the sniper rifle make him never breathe again
f** that n***a k** that n***a bring him back k** him again Gucci!
Yeah the, the, the money is the motive
f** with the money it get ugly as coyote
OK I'm reloaded betta' pull it if you tote it
I buy a pound break it down and put it in a stogie
Swagga so bright I don't even need light
I'm wit' a model broad she don't even eat rice
But would you believe it she dykes
And she asked me for a pitcher so I gave her three strikes
Yeah I'm, I'm the man around this motherf**a'
I'm so hot you probably catch a tan around this motherf**a
This rap game I got my hand around this motherf**a
Yeah I said game but I ain't playin' around this motherf**a
Yeah I'm the best to ever do it b**h
And you the best at never doin' sh**
If you the sh** then I am sewer rich
Try me and ill have your people readin' eulogies, ha ha
I swear you cant f** with me
But I could f** your girl and make her nut for me then s*ut for me
Then k** for me then steal for me and of course it'll be your cash
Then I'll murder that b**h and send her body back to your way (your way)
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Uh man, man s** my clip
Swallow my bullets and don't you spit ew
I am the hip hop socialist life is a gamble
And I'm all about my poker chips
Do you want a dose of this? I will make the most of this
F is for ferocious murder your a**ociates
The top is so appropriate this is just where I belong
Keep a hard dick for your girlfriend to wobble on weezy
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