[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X] Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' a** can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and yo' a** is gra** Gucci Mane make a n***a wear a sh** bag Actin bad like a kid at Six Flags I'll send some slugs at yo' b**h a** In my hood ain't no love for yo' b**h a** Fifty pounds in the trash bag Anybody move then that n***a gettin blast at Hit a lick for 'bout fifty stacks n***az trippin talkin 'bout Gucci bring the money back Half a brick and I'm breakin that I'm in the trap where the junkies at I'm gettin fat, f** a jumpin jack Zay' drop a track the whole industry be jockin that I'll put a hole in your stocking cap Work ya like a b**h at the Body Tap I stay strapped, blow you off the map n***az hate behind my back, but when they see me give me dap [Chorus] Uhhhh... I'm from the hood I'll punch your lights out I took your j**elry, now I'm iced out (icy icy) Gucci Mane got that 'caine in I swear I never tuck my chain in You just a thug gettin traded I'm a thug entertainin Really I'm a street n***a That chopper on the seat, n***a All ready for that beef, n***a Yo, Gucci gotta eat, n***a I guess I'll see you when I see you n***a I wouldn't wanna be you n***a Now ain't that like a n***a Tryin to sound like a n***a A lover not a fighter n***a But let me see yo' lighter n***a [Chorus] You see the bracelet on my arm, my necklace, my charm I'm dangerous and armed with grenades and bombs Y'all done slumped out with tons of ones In tha club puttin on like "I'm Dapper Don" Yours truly, young Gucci all I do is hustle hard Never had credit but used my 2000 Mastercard Grimy and gritty, hotter than cookin with lard Gucci Mane on the block again and I'm cookin ya boys It's that grown man sh**, n***a bring all the toys When I snap they'll have to call the lieutenant and sarge Bring the whole entourage, see she thinkin you hard And watch how quick I load the chopper bullets you gotta dodge Uhhh... Gucci Mane on the track n***a Zaytoven on the track n***a Big Cat, Laflare n***a I'm the lawnmower man, n***a [Chorus]