Gucci Mane - Father's Day lyrics

[Intro] Wop, brr You are the mirror of my— Wop [Verse 1] Rollin' like a mothaf**a, high as a kite Like a hooker in church, I'm sweatin' like a b**h Lit like a wick, sharp as a tick Don't slip on the drip, 10k on the kicks Metro on my beat, Guwop from the East So play if you want, get shot in the teeth I cop new time pieces, a million at least I cop 'em in threes, a million a piece (Well damn) I'm jumpin' the list for the car that you wish Deep-dish rims that I bought from the fish My arm in the pot, I'm cookin' the dish I'm workin' my move, I'm twistin' my wrist [Chorus] I fathered the style, gave you all the wave But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day But I was the one servin' all the J's I was the one cookin' all the yay I fathered the style, gave you all the wave But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day But I was the one servin' all the J's I was the one cookin' all the yay (It's Gucci) [Verse 2] Pick your face up, stop droolin' Haters on my page, not trollin' (Wizzy) Took the girls out, no golden (Huh) Call me red carpet, shorty, I'm posin' (Wop) n***a knowin' damn well he can't hold me (No) Plug limit old me, I paid him (Yeah) Told him, "Thank you" 'cause it was a favor Thank God 'cause he showed me favor (Lord) Trap God, now I got all flavors Won my Vanguard lifetime achievement I ain't showed the whole world I'm resilient Hell, all these rappers my children (Yeah) Brick factory, I breed villains (True) Told my young n***as it's no ceilin' (Huh) God willin', run you up a billion (God) f** feelings, run to the millions (Wop) [Chorus] I fathered the style, gave you all the wave (Day) But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day (Posse) But I was the one servin' all the J's I was the one cookin' all the yay I fathered the style, gave you all the wave (Day) But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day (Posse) But I was the one servin' all the J's I was the one cookin' all the yay (It's Gucci)