Nobody

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] There's a trap in every hood and all the j's want that good dope Gucci got that clean cause all the snorters want that real coke Multimillionaire the real La Flare but I feel broke 10 Million dollar mane but I can't hang with these rich folks My little boy was only 2 he asked me, "papa, what a roo-poo?" 5 years old closet full of jays; fruit loops They say Gucci Mane the god of making music people trap to Drumma Boy the god of making music Gucci snap to (Drumma) Section 8 apartment and them babies need some fruit loops Pampers and a bath cause they mamma smoking crack too How you gone critique me, you industry I'm in the streets, you out the streets I murk the streets and murk the beat I'm Hercules, no murkin' me Gucci back home making music niggas clap to He don't never come to the hood unless he have to Rappin' ass niggas I'mma make my niggas rap you Its big Gucci, not Bobby V, so ain't no way you jackin' me [Hook] I ain't really scared of nobody Nobody Nobody Nobody Nobody Nobody I ain't backin' down for nobody Nobody Nobody Nobody Nobody Nobody You got teardrops on your face with no bodies [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Red cars with tint on them so niggas looking but can't see Paved the way for making trap music so street niggas should thank me Ain't no way you'll out think me Ain't no way that you could jank me And all I sending is head shots cause I don't shoot at niggas feet Niggas better retreat when they see me On G.P. shoot up the BP Nigga died with his gun, couldn'a been me One deep on the street with a street sweep? Gucci Man, I'mma shoot you in your pee pee Get you fucked in jail like a fefe Niggas know about Flocka & Gucci Naw we ain't beef he sissy I'm the type to shoot out Peachtree You the type that wanna' be me Bullets just fly right by me These fuck niggas tried to hit me You scouts don't get no brownies One shot just hit my Bentley Another hit my Charger, but it didn't hurt my hemi [Hook]