It’s the kid again
I know you heard of me
A to A bricks, like an Urban myth
6 rings on
Rob Orey
Gucci Mane, this my story
These niggas history
They don’t compare to me
They like some out of town dro
They so arrogant
I’m like a virigin, niggas can’t fuck with me
It’s like a walk in a hard to stop with me
I’m the big boy, with the big toot
You niggas fake like some motherfuckin rabbit food
I eat niggas
Prada shoes check
Gabbana sahdes on
Gucci Mane and I will make it rain on
Your girlie, or your wifie
Cuz she dig me, and she like me
Yea, I’m tatted up I’m sleeving
My chain got it’s period, my diamonds be bleedin
I know you feel that
G-5, so Icеy it’s lyric jet
And I’m the doctor
Five goon jumping out candy hеlicopter
And my Bentley listen to the opera
It’s the g-u-c-c-i-m-a-n-e
Ten g’s to hear me
But twenty to stand near me
Cold bottle bottle of that goddamn Remi
I mix it with that goddamn crown in a Bentley
I’m jumping out a crazy color McLaren
The diamonds on the chain got your baby cutie starin
And everything Ralph Lauren
I’m 45 with Gucci Mane carrot
Shorty talkin about me me but the kid ain’t hearin
G-5 Gucci everynight I’m lairin
Ten for the feature
Ten more for the clearance
Take that shit back, that’s traffic interference
And that style ain’t free
It’s ten g’s to hear me
But twenty to stand me
Better check me out
Challenge on the deck, shorty vet me out
And my Hummer on eights
Twenty-eighta shiny, Goddamn that’s great
Hit the break, and the den about to spend bricks
You niggas ain’t on me, Got that game about gwiz
Pull up in the Vet, two hundred thou stuff
Shorty got a swagga, a stupid million swagga
Gucci got a mascot, Gucci got a Jaguar
Shorty got a Lambo
That pussy got a Charger
Gucci got a ‘rrari
Playin the Atari
Shorty I’m sorry
That’s your husband?
Shorty is a has-been
That’s your toy-friend
Man, I’m a lesbian
I only like girls
Black girls, white girls, even date a spice girl
I even date a nice girl
Mean girl, good girl
Even date a book girl
And I take her to the drive-thru
McDonalds come through, in a Ace two
And it’s sittin on its shinies
I ain’t wanna eat but I am sititn on my shinies
I ain’t Jay-Z, but I got me a Beyoncé
I ain’t talkin about her bein my fiancé
But it’s the Gucci, crazy color carrots
All I want is Gucci, then I want a coojie
Mix it with Louis
Crazy color chain
Take your girl to Ruby Tuesday
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