A Lot

[Intro: DJ Drama] Shoutout to [?] ! [?] Shout to V12 Trendsetter Six! (Gangsta!) [?] Shoutout to Willie the Kid! DJ Drama fuck these niggas up! [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] My time piece custom Tennis shoes custom 90 bricks just passed customs I ain't even touched 'em, may not even bust 'em Any rapper challenge me, verbal race dust 'em I guess you not accustomed You got on a costume, acting like a ba-boon Slap you with a barstool, like 4-Set rush him Everybody jumped him Gucci Mane so bossed up don't make me get to hush him God can only judge me, Lord can only judge him He don't have a pulse so guess somebody stuck him Gucci got a fly mouth, somebody punch 'em Last nigga tried that head look like a pumpkin I don't give a fuck if you fucks don't give a fuck [Chorus] How many cars do you got? (A lot) How many times have you popped ya Glock? (A lot) How many times have you cruised the block? (A lot) How many haters do you think I got? (A lot) How many times am I talked about? (A lot) How much money do you think I got? (A lot) How many more men might get shot? (A lot) How many more men might get shot? (A lot) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Gucci got an arsenal Heard he ride with carbon-15s with grenade launchers on 'em Tech nine with the cool it on it If you wanna take it off me, I'll put all my jewelry on it Take it, Fuck, Replace it, Ain't no need to put insurance on it Homie got an eye problem, momma need insurance on him Like my nigga Waka Flocka, don't wanna bag of money Sniper rifle shoot yo pussy ass from around the corner I be riding in my Lamborghini ('Ghini) sexing women Thinking back, when I was in cutlass with no air condition This track is a car collision Think I got a heart condition Clique got so much jewelry on, leave yo ass with blurry vision Honestly, I pay so much money I can't wear True Religion Y'all niggas be truly snitching Stop asking 'bout Uncle Russel You niggas no competition It's Gucci, it's Gucci [Chorus] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Gucci Mane phenomenon Napkins with three numbers on 'em Fucking with a rubber on Yellow lamb, yellow blunt Me and Monnie got a blunt You and rats don't get along No you cannot have a loan right now 'cause I'm never home Pictures on my camera phone, make a nigga wanna rap Wanna be like Gucci Mane, Wanna live off in the trap No this ain't the life until you think before you enter Hungry ass a nigga had the singles out in Libra Make you a believer when you see me with the eagle Street sweeper shootin' people 'cause they think they deeper Deeper then this rap shit dead people can't type Blind mind can't see Gucci knock your head off out [Chorus]