[Intro: Gucci]
Zay, chyea, Gucci Mane on the track, y’all
Da-da-da-di and Gucci sell alotta, ay
Da-da-da-di watch Gucci move alotta, ay
Da-da-da-di watch Gucci move alotta, ay
Cra-cr-cr-cr-cr-crack-cr-cr-cr-cr-crack
Sta-st-st-st-st-stacks-st-st-st-st-stacks (Trapaholics)
[Verse 1: Gucci]
I’m whippin’ up a Nina Nina and its jumpin’ at
Heavy coc-aiena iena when I’m in the trap
Bands pile on top of bands, wrapped wit rubber bands
Hang wit Shawty Lo and even he say I’m da man
AK kay-kay-kay wit my shoulder skrap
Aimin’ it straight in yo face, brace cap in yo lap
Shawty won’t cooperate I ran him out the trap
.40 came and blown his face clean off the map
Damn it was bad how I hit him wit my chopper
Damn it was sad how I sent him to the doctor (real trap shit)
Settled by a stripper bitch smokin’ wit my partna
Ten months later ten times stronger
Keep big bread but I’m still gettin’ hungry
Red monkeys on me like I scoop ‘em up [?]
[Chorus]
Is you back on the block, Gucci? (yeeeah)
So you still in the hood, Gucci? (yeeeah)
And you eatin’ real good, Gucci? (Yeeeeah)
Gucci Mane gettin’ money, shawty (yeeeaah)
Is you back on the block, Gucci? (yeeeah)
So you still in the hood, Gucci? (yeeeah)
And you eatin’ real good, Gucci? (Yeeeeah)
Gucci Mane gettin’ money, shawty (yeeeaah)
(Damn son, where’d you find this?)
[Verse 2: Gucci]
Gucci pulled up in his brand new ‘Rari
He stepped on yo boyfriend and didn’t say sorry (Trapaholics)
Real [?] got her blushin’
Her kitty cat creamin’ and I ain’t even touched it
Punchenella, punchenella, Gucci tell ‘em what to do
Rob his connect and go and buy a Bentley coupe
Shoes, alligator fit, alligator too
My girlfriend Costa Rican and my cocaine is too
If shawty got a deal why his ice so blurry?
Who in the hell made that boy jewelry?
Twenty thousand bands in St. Louis, Missouri
As soon as I touch down pay me my money
[Chorus]
Is you back on the block, Gucci? (yeeeah)
So you still in the hood, Gucci? (yeeeah)
And you eatin’ real good, Gucci? (Yeeeeah)
Gucci Mane gettin’ money, shawty (yeeeaah)
Is you back on the block, Gucci? (yeeeah)
So you still in the hood, Gucci? (yeeeah)
And you eatin’ real good, Gucci? (Yeeeeah)
Gucci Mane gettin’ money, shawty (yeeeaah)
(Take that down for a minute, man)
[Verse 3: Gucci]
Early mornin’ weighin’ up, [?] I’m bunkin’ out
Major budget in my mouth cause [?] asked me out
All my diamonds VVS, many, many on my neck
Color carats called two characters are punched right on my chest (Trapaholics)
Every winter I be [?], every summer I be fresh
Winter, spring, summer, fall, Gucci Mane know how to dress
East Atlanta, Bouldercrest, Zone Six, Moreland, I rep my set
All for stuntin’ hella frontin’, everybody’s in my jet
[Chorus]
Is you back on the block, Gucci? (yeeeah)
So you still in the hood, Gucci? (yeeeah)
And you eatin’ real good, Gucci? (Yeeeeah)
Gucci Mane gettin’ money, shawty (yeeeaah)
Is you back on the block, Gucci? (yeeeah)
So you still in the hood, Gucci? (yeeeah)
And you eatin’ real good, Gucci? (Yeeeeah)
Gucci Mane gettin’ money, shawty (yeeeaah)
(Damn son, where’d you find this?)
