[Chorus]
Here come them people got me running mess around me
& outta nowhere in my head I hear my mama talking
She told me quick money gonna send yo ass straight to prison
& on some real chicken talk I think I shoulda listened
I’m Radric Davis but the ladies call me Gucci baby
I close my eyes at night sometimes I hear my mama prayin’ (x 2)
[Verse 1: Gucci]
Real talk my first car was a Regal
Mama couldn't help me so I bought the bitch myself
I cut my music up loud the neighbors called 12
I’m just a young n**** gotta let the trunk wham
I took the hub caps off & bought the gold rims
I’m 17 ridin cleaner than your husband
There’s nothin greater, bouncin, swervin, whippin through Decatur
I blew the brain out now my high school home boys turned to haters
Sophomore year Gucci fuckin seniors
She’s a doctor now but Gucci fucked her by the bleachers
My mama told me son that one day boy you’ll be a lawyer
I listened to her but I still went back on the corner
[Chorus]
Here come them people got me runnin mess around me
& outta nowhere in my head I hear my mama talking
She told me quick money gonna send yo ass straight to prison
& on some real chicken talk I think I shoulda listened
I’m Radric Davis but the ladies call me Gucci baby
I close my eyes at night sometimes I hear my mama prayin’ (x 2)
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