[Intro] (Gucci Mane)
“Chea!
20 thousand dollars on the track (yeah) More money than my album budget, out my pocket (20 bands?) and I’m still shittin’ on the whole East Atlanta (20 bands man) Westside, Southside, Northside (More album money than my album budget!?) It’s Gucci nigga! Bling blow burr nigga I need my jacket shawty! I’m Freezing! Gucci Mane La Flare in the building
Step yo chain up!
Call your Jeweler (Supastars)
Tell em to vvs you, shawty
Call your jeweler
Tell em to vvs you, shawty
I’m a walking lick, I’m a walking lick
But I’m a talking brick (Damn! It’s Gucci!, Burr, Burr!)
[Chorus: x2]
50 birds stacked (Now!)
50 purp bags (Wow!)
Oh you’s a snitchin' nigga (Hah!)
Well go and tell that (Pussy)
My nigga mail that (Pussy!)
I'm bustin’ out the box (Pussy!)
I'm bustin’ out the tools
I'm workin with the block
[Verse 1:]
100 birds, heap of pills, and a lot of work (Yeaah!)
I took the pills, smoked the purp, but I sold the work (Maaannn!)
Old school cool but I'm in my new vert
No top, no girlfriend, no shirt
No friends cause the best friend a’ turn snitch (Nope!)
Tried snitchin out I'm talkin to his main bitch (Beeyatch!)
5 Glocks, 2 pumps and a lot of K's (ahah!)
You fuck around and be the 4th tear on my face
Ball player money cause I make big plays (Dope!)
20 grand a block, hundred grand every day (Gucci)
Catch in da 6 (It’s Gucci)
You wanna buy a brick (Hah!)
I pay 16 (Yeah) I'll charge you 26 (Yeaaahh!)
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
We don't work it out (Nope!)
So Icey trap it out (Dope!)
Bankhead bouncin millions to my bank account (Dope!)
Check my paper route (Hah!)
I'll take her out (yeah)
Maybe ice her out (yeah)
But Ima kill her mouth (Yeeeahhh!)
See I'm from the Crest (yeah!)
And that’s in the south (yeah!)
And I been the king (yeah)
Betta shut yo mouth (Yeahhhh)
I'm your favorite trappers favorite killer (Yeah)
It's Gucci Mane LaFlare
You know I'm fuckin wit it (‘tchea)
N I'm trappin wit it (‘tchea)
I'll give it to ya (yeah)
Goon service, curb servin, yeah we deliver (yeah)
Got a Mexican (Yeah)
I can work a pan (Yeah!)
Whatchu love Gucci?
I love them extra grams! (Yeaaahhhh)
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Rent out a lite, mane (Nope) , go rob a dice game (Go!)
Go rob da dope mane (Dope!) and buy a lite, mane (now)
Step up yo ice game (Please!)
Still servin white lame
I'm servin blocks, mane (Now)
Not servin y’all, mane (Nope)
Aww dats yo boss mane? (Huh?)
You work for that lame? (What?)
I'm 6 cars, 10 chains, 12 earrings (hah!)
Still got my Jacob watch but customized my Breitling (Bling blow!)
How much it cost? It cost AR-15! (Blahhh!)
So Icey E.N.T. we tatted like a bike gang (ehh, ehh!)
No shirt in the club let my chain swang (swang)
So Icey Boys and we rockin like a rock band (ballin!)
Gucci Mane, same money like a white man (Dope!)
[Chorus x2]
[Outro] (DJ Supastar J Kwik)
From East Atlanta , Zone 6 on Bouldercrest Road!
We got that heat for the streets making you hoe ass niggas implode!
So Icey Entertainment, Atlantic Records!
This is So Icey Boyz!
This too, Free Gucci mane!
Big up to all my Haitians! Big Zu, Zo life, Zo pounds, Haitian Fresh, and Lay low, aka my favorite Zo!
