Same Red Rag

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Eskimos in the building; what up Zay? I got my end, you hold down yours What it do? Cheah! Zay in the lab with me So Icey studios [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got a flaming red Jacob, in my all red Jag' I went to Baker's with a hundred, in my same red rag (Yeah!) Your daughter with nothing but gangbangers Ain't that sad? She wrapping up her micros, with my same red rag Got a million dollar deal, with the same red rag Five million dollar wheels, with the same red rag With the same red rag, yeah, the same red rag Your little brother pledged in, now he can't turn back, nigga [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] What up blood? Blood in, no love No slackers allowed, I'm making moves with thugs I make plays for drugs, east Atlanta is love Everybody in the clique known for totting a gun Bond money on deck, I'll rob your ass Niggas wives slut hoes, that my boys done dragged I'm a couple mill' up, that's legal cheese Already spent a quarter, on legal fees Wait 'til these motherfuckers get a load of me My essés in LA, yeah, they mail the weed They import the kis, I export the cheese It's Gucci Mane La Flare, pussies, bet you scared of me Pussies! [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got a flaming red Jacob, in my all red Jag' I went to Baker's with a hundred, in my same red rag (Yeah!) Your daughter with nothing but gangbangers Ain't that sad? She wrapping up her micros, with my same red rag Got a million dollar deal, with the same red rag Five million dollar wheels, with the same red rag With the same red rag, yeah, the same red rag Your little brother pledged in, now he can't turn back, nigga [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] M-I-A, daddy, all chrome Harley O-Seven 'vette, on offset shorties Flaka-Flaka-Flame, I'll knock down Charles Barkley Hoes going crazy like I'm Gnarls Barkley Off'n, often, I put 'em in coffins Zone six niggas don't bark that often Brand new forty, will stop that talking Nine drop that ass, bet that ass stop walking Flat Shoals, Custer, Lockland sergeant Smith/M street, call me, "Back Street Shawty" Gucci back balling, fuck black balling I throw a bullet at you, catch it, like you Steve Largent [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got a flaming red Jacob, in my all red Jag' I went to Baker's with a hundred, in my same red rag (Yeah!) Your daughter with nothing but gangbangers Ain't that sad? She wrapping up her micros, with my same red rag Got a million dollar deal, with the same red rag Five million dollar wheels, with the same red rag With the same red rag, yeah, the same red rag Your little brother pledged in, now he can't turn back, nigga