Gucci Mane - Bullet Wound lyrics

(feat. Lil Wayne & Young Scooter) [Intro:] Gucci Mane the player, millionaire but don't give no care Tote my pistol anywhere, go to war with a grizzly bear Burn your house with your kids in there Call the folks how? I have been in there AK in my ceiling there - drop top V, 12 cylinders... [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Gucci Mane the player, millionaire but don't give no care Tote my pistol anywhere, go to war with a grizzly bear Burn your house with your kids in there Call the folks how? I have been in there AK in my ceiling there - drop top V, 12 cylinders Your girl never had Christian Louboutins so I bought her a pair Really it's not an affair, 'cause she f**ed a millionaire Mack 10 with a cooler, fool These f** n***as with bullet wounds Stitchin' hangin out my britches, you can see this from a distance I've got Bloods and Crips with 30 clips Fresh a** n***a with a dirty pistol I'm the same n***a that f**ed your sister You so broke, can't buy no pistol I'll buy your b**h, I'll buy your life Don't know when, but your mom'll miss you Every day I'm on driver, n***a - never catch me in neutral I ain't doin nothin' in reverse Well lose you, n***a, now converse See the concert of my convert Got the right plan but the wrong purse I've got yellow gold, I've got rose gold I've got pink diamonds like Starburst I don't rehearse, I don't plan first That n***a strong, hook, I called the right person [Hook: Lil' Wayne] Yellow bone, bu*t naked If the p**y wack, eject it Man all my hoes be actin' like detectives But I don't give a f**, and if I did I would give it to you That rainbow has two colors – rhythm and blues, yeah... I just hope for the time, my time's only... Say we runnin' out of time, tell that to a time bomb, yeah Then she kiss me on my bullet wound Who are you? 'Cause motherf**er I'm me f**in' right - and if she say she catchin' that nut, I throw a strike I can't believe it's bu*ter, go get my bu*ter knife Shoot a n***a twice in case he live a double life Lil Tunechi, yeah... [Verse 2: Young Scooter] Shorty p**y wet, the dope drippin' wet I live a double life, I got a stupid dumb chick I do the sh** that rappers do without a rap check I sh** on hoes and pour up fours, I got street respect I'll hit you with that carver, you won't live a double life I hit you n***as last week, so I got double strike Foreign bad b**h and she f**in' on sight I go Hublots, I got Rollies, I got ice on top of ice [Hook: Lil' Wayne]