Can’t Walk

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I told you grind and go hard, don't even play with the deal The bitch so fine I stay away from the chick Her ass so fat I gotta pay for the shit No lies, she's so bad you take a trip with the bitch White girl in the bedroom pillow talk in this shit Michael Jackson, chest of diamonds, moonwalk in this shit She got some hips bigger than a hippopotamus ape Tryna put the dick all in yo esophagus babe She second week, oh get some barbs, I said let's eat on the way I'm tryna leave a good impression, bitch you're right on yo face She told me Gucci you a dog, I told her give me a break I'll take you anywhere you want except take you on a date [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Damn, damn, I swear these niggas in trouble Pockets so fat that I can't walk, walk I swear these bitches in trouble So geek'd off that she can't talk, talk These diamonds got me so turnt up Yo bitch choosin me so how it's my fault, fault? She feelin us so she think that she so turnt up I told er get er shit and get out my house [Verse 2: Wooh Da Kid] Gucci Gucci, that's my motherfuckin dog BSM, going hard, we be putting on Wooh Da Kid thuggin like the '94 Pac 100 round drum, bug got 94 shots Diamonds got me turnt, yo bitch on my dick Everything squad baby, everything brick We be going hard nigga, we be on our shit Brand new 40 with a stupid rubber grip I be on my grind, swear you niggas over with Brick Squad all foreign, we exposin shit My pockets so dumb that I can't walk If we ain't speakin money then it ain't no need to talk, Squad! [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Damn, damn, I swear these niggas in trouble Pockets so fat that I can't walk, walk I swear these bitches in trouble So geek'd off that she can't talk, talk These diamonds got me so turnt up Yo bitch choosin me so how it's my fault, fault? She feelin us so she think that she so turnt up I told er get er shit and get out my house