Lawnmower Man

[Chorus] Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass [Verse 1] Uh, Gucci Mane make a nigga wear a shit bag Actin' bad like a kid at Six Flags I'll send some slugs at your bitch ass In my hood, ain't no love for your bitch ass Fifty pounds in a trash bag Anybody move, then that nigga get blast at Hit a lick for 'bout fifty stacks Niggas trippin', talkin' 'bout, "Gucci, bring the money back" Half a brick and I'm bunkin' that I'm in the trap where the junkies at I'm gettin' fat, fuck a jumpin' jack Zay drop a track, the whole industry be jockin' that I'll put a hole in your stockin' cap Work you like a bitch at the Body Tap I stay strapped, blow you off the map Niggas hate behind my back, but when they see me, give me dap [Chorus] Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass [Verse 2] Uh, I'm from the hood, I'll punch your lights out I took your jewelry, now I'm iced out Gucci Mane got that 'caine in I swear I'll never tuck my chain in You just a thug in trainin' I'm a thug entertainin' Really, I'm a street nigga That chopper on the seat, nigga I'm ready for that beef, nigga Young Gucci gotta eat, nigga I guess I'll see you when I see you, nigga I wouldn't wanna be you, nigga Now, ain't nothin' like a nigga Tryna sound like a nigga A lover, not a fighter, nigga But let me see your lighter, nigga [Chorus] Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass [Verse 3] You see the bracelet on my arm, my necklace, my charm I'm dangerous and armed with grenades and bombs Y'all done slumped out with tons of ones In the club, puttin' on like I'm Dapper Don Yours truly, Young Gucci, all I do is hustle hard Never had credit, but used my tool as a Mastercard Grimy and gritty, hotter than cookin' with lard Gucci Mane on the block again and I'm cookin' you boys It's that grown-ass shit, nigga, bring all the toys When I snap, they'll have to call the lieutenant and sarge Bring the whole entourage since you thinkin' you hard And watch how quick I load the chopper bullets you gotta dodge, uh Gucci Mane on the track, nigga Zaytoven on the track, nigga Big Cat, LaFlare, nigga I'm the lawnmower man, nigga [Chorus] Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass