Gucci Mane - Julius Erving lyrics

(Chorus) X2 You got them birds I want a few, first ima drop a deuce Homeboy want twelve, I want thirty, boy thats forty-two Call that pick, that James Worthin, zone six, (Julius Erving) Set my dunk on (Julius Erving) ride through the six like George Gervin (Gucci Mane) see the feet, on the fleet, white cleats on an athlete, tell em paper attack me, damn that thing look nasty damn this thing a cla**ic, everybody starin pull up in a chevy, put your cutla** in a casket simple dunk cant catch me, im dammit twisted backwards candy painted sixes, like them rims just did a backflip my rims just did a backflip, dem lips on my rims so big they f**ed round and did a front flip the way I got my dunk flipped, way I got the motor flipped punch it then the front lift, whamming at the light belt slammin at the light self, pull up in a white dunk white guts, white rims (Chorus) X2 (Yo Gotti) 73 chevy, but it look like a dump truck trunk like a concert, that mean that b**h loud as f** everything kitted up, that boy digital hundred thousand dollars in the chevy, that was pitiful hardwood floors in that b**h look like my grandmas house white on white leather my seats remind me of my grandmas couch trunk having a heart attack, when im doin a summersault Michael Jackson twenty-six inches, they doin the moonwalk Sunday hang bumpin no real, im bumpin now green Monday hang sellin no white, im sellin all green Yo Gotti im the king, no soon as I hit the scene Im watchin (colors), and then I watch my plasma screen