[Intro]
(Whew)
(Mike WiLL Made It)
f**in' mulianis (Gucci Mane)
Say hi to my lil friend
f**in' mulianis (Future)
Say hi to my lil friend
f**in' mulianis (DJ Scream)
Say hi to my lil friend (And this is a gift for the streets n***a)
Gucci Terintino in this mother f**er (We ain't gon charge y'all nothin)
Hah! (We gon put this sh** on the block)
Gucci! (For free)
It's the last time! (DJ Scream, hood rich, b**h) [Free Bricks, n***a]
[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane]
I get you f**ers knocked out for a quarter key
I told you mother f**ers not to f** with me
Cocaine dancin' in my mansion, it's a homicide, Charles Manson
She nervous and she panicked (Hood rich)
So I vanished instead of vanquished
Call her dandruff, leavin' bloody trails in my Stan Smiths
Swear I k**ed the b**h like Columbine
Left the b**h dead, flatline
Only talked to you like ten times
Had a great lawyer who loved to shine
I heard it through the grapevine
Gucci Mane lives a life of crime
[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane]
I brought her back like Frankenstein
All my goons like Frankenstein
Tryna go and I ain't a kid
And I don't ever die they like vampires
Bought a [?] with like ten times
And make the money back on the first try
Got more hands than an octopus
Got eight different kinds, it's octo-kush
You talkin' to them folks cause you needed protection
If your a** was lost I wouldn't even give you directions
She only s**ed my dick cause she needed affection
How the f** you let that b**h slip and come in my section?
She say that she a teacher, she teach first grade
So what? Still imma f** her on the first date
Like a wine cellar, I'm gon keep some fine grapes
My swag sick, imma need some first aid
Cause I pull up in the old school with the candy
The parking lot gon need a f**ing band-aid
Colder than a icicle, it's a Can-Am not a tricycle
It's a Harley, not a bicycle
My gang stronger than corn liquor