DJ Holiday - Alot lyrics
Gucci Mane - Alot Lyrics Verse 1 My time piece custom, tennis shoes custom, 90 bricks just past customs, i ain't even touched'em, may not even bust'em, any rapper challenge me verbal race dust'em, I guess you not accustom, you got on a cos-tume, acting like a ba-boon, slap u with a bar stool, like 4 set rush him, everybody jumped him, gucci mane so bossed up don't make me get to hush him, god can only judge me, lord can only judge him, he don't have a pulse so guess somebody stuck him, gucci got a fly mouth, somebody punch em, last n***a tried dat head look like a pumpkin, i don't give a f** if u f**s don't give a f** Chorus How many cars do u got (alot) how many times have u popped ya Glock (alot) how many times have u cruised da block (alot) how many haters do u think i got (alot) how many times am i talked about (alot) how much money do u think i got (alot) how many more men might get shot (alot) how many more men might get shot (alot) Verse 2 Gucci got a arsony, heard he ride with carbon 15s with grenade launchers on'em tech nine with the cool it on it if u wanna take it off me ill put all my j**elry on it, take it f** replace it ain't no need to put insurance on it, homie got an eye problem momma need insurance on him, like my n***a waka flocka don't wanna bag of money, sniper rifle shoot yo p**y a** from around da corner, i be riding in my Lamborghini (ghini) s**ing women thinking back, when i was in cutla** wit no airconditon, this track is a car collision, think i got a heart condition, click got so much j**elry on, leave yo a** wit blurry vision, honestly i tote so much money i can't wear true religion yall n***as be truly snitching stop asking bout Alger Wilson u n***as no competition. it's gucci it's gucci uhhh alot Chorus 1x Verse 3 Gucci mane phenomenon, napkins wit 3 numbers on'em, f**ing wit a rubber on, yellow lamb, yellow blunt, me and monnie got a blunt, yew and rats don't get along, no u cannot have a loan right now cus I'm never home, pictures on my camera phone, make a n***a wanna rap, wanna be like gucci mane, wanna live off in da trap, no dis ain't da life until u think before u enter, hungry a** a n***a had da singles out in Libra, make u a beliver wen u c me wit da eagle, street sweeper shootin people cus dey think they deeper, deeper den dis rap