[Intro]
Huh, What the f** they gon' do with me?
Guwop... talking bout what he gonna do to Guwoppp
Burr...Burr
Your girl, she want to do with me
Catch Up!
[Verse 1]
This f** n***a keep on texting my phone
Saying what he gon' do to me
I keep two pistols usually
These f** n***as better bring four or three
Brick squad, this is my Faculty
Always keep the trap with me
Always keep the scrap with me
Give a f** if you don't do a song with me
Smoking on strong all day my n***a
Sipping on lean, not even there
f** n***a test that Gucci Mane
Have blood all on my Timbalands
Hey, there go that Gucci Mane
Do all y'all remember him?
I'm a mob n***a half Sicilian
But nah ain't ever been to Italy
Four-fifty eight from Italy, M6 came from Germany
Zaytoven my symphony, Young Jeezy my enemy
Some people say I'm crazy and I might need to take some Ritalin
Signed Black Migo, Scooter so that makes Gucci a Mexican
[Hook]
Work, spit in your face
f** n***a, I might spit in your face
Gucci Man, I'm a real nasty n***a
I just might just spit in your face
Gucci be the type, just spit in your face
Gucci Man, I'm a nasty n***a
n***a, I might just spit in your face
I'ma type of n***a just spit in your face
Gucci Man's a nasty n***a
n***a, I might spit in your face
Spit in your face
Gucci Man's a nasty n***a
f** n***a, I might spit in your face