Gucci Mane - Decapitated lyrics

(Intro: Gucci Mane) I wanna thank God For opportunity, success Wealth and health (Verse 1: Gucci Mane) My daddy name Gucci, he the Gucci Mane Honestly he turned me on to the ice game He fed the fam with 3 tops, that's the current game Well f** you, who are you? You ain't God mane I fell out with my right hand man, he tried to top on me I guess it's clear we ain't homies like I think we homies I'm at the top and I swear to God, it's really lonely But I'm not coming down, no stoopin' down, I keep it movin' These young n***a's got no respect who make music Broke a** n***a never can get used to it sponsored links And the bottom of some valley don't do it like the top do it Roll the crisp we hear AK's more than church music (Hook) I hit this car, horse on the car, with the top off it Topless broads drivin, Gucci chargin' with no problem Hit shot dead in the bushes with his head off Head cut off, those slick blood knocked off Decapitated (Huh?) Decapitated Decapitated (Bang), bow down Decapitated (It's Gucci) (Verse 2: Gucci Mane) I know African's that cut off legs Jamaican's that cut off heads (What's up bumbaclot) This millionaire still in the feds You in the county and you can't get outta jail n***a? Damn, that's so sad That's so bad You played out, JJ bad Mob ties put a head in your bed (horse head) You touch Guwop and they goin' mine and wrap yo head I got so much overhead, I gave him diamond bricks instead And I chumm without a charm, diamond chain and watch instead Team some team My grandad in house and I stay next door to Ned Cooking dope instead of eggs Hundred PT's in my fridge (Hook) I hit this car, horse on the car, with the top off it Topless broads drivin, Gucci chargin' with no problem Hit shot dead in the bushes with his head off Head cut off, those slick blood knocked off Decapitated (Huh?) Decapitated Decapitated, goddamn Decapitated