[Intro:]
It's Gucci
Burrr
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
30 inches on the truck, n***a, no (?)
And I don't give these co*ks**ers no love
I'm double cupped up, n***a, straight mud
So, your first impression is a n***a sell d**
I got ball player money, I be pieced up
And if you gettin' money, n***a, we can link up
I might pull up to the club in a Brinks truck
I'm smoking out the pound bag, n***a, straight bud
[Verse 1: Gucci]
Loose leaves, f** the shoestrings, let the b**hes hang
I'm just a East Atlanta n***a, spend this East Atlanta game
Make a girl sprain her ankle when she see my chain blang
I wear so many diamond necklaces, her head turn like the exorcist
Just came back from Texas, I just re-upped with the Mexicans
Ran off on the plug, all while I delete all his messages
Gucci Man, the glacier I started out as flexin' sh**
Bells of Kush and bells of purp, man two different addresses
This white sh** that I'm sellin' will make you go turn on your relatives
f** your block, come shop with me, you know I got them better deals
Kush so strong, gotta smoke it in the restroom
n***as say they got that gas, well Gucci got that jet fuel
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I put fours on the coupe, they said they wouldn't fit
And I drop 30's on the truck, they say the same sh**
Told 'em 30 for a brick, they say I'm insane
But it's a drought and they Gucci say the same thing
All I rock is 'Sace, 600 for a T-Shirt
I got 30 on my hip, extended clip, that how the heat work
Cold-a** n***as, they should call a n***a A-C
Got these n***as hot cause I dropped Freon in my A-P
Froze!
And when it come to hoes, yeah, I got 'em
And he was playin' games with that chain, so I shot 'em
Gotti! Realest n***a in it, don't you doubt 'em
400 for that 'Rari, b**h, I'mma jump up out 'em
[Hook]