It’s Tapemasters Inc. you bastards
Gucci!
[Chorus]
On deck (purp, kush) on deck, (kush, dro) on deck (dro, mid) on deck
You better catch me if you can
I’m the hood weed man call me mister timbaland
Let’s do it!
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
[?] stupid work, wit no vacation
Maybach its a Vert, I’m gettin’ my nails done
She attractive, but most her friend say, think Gucci handsome
Sellin’ dope got me and my folks in a mansion
Weed, pills, and crazy lean, I done served two million p's
[?] strictly to chasin’ cheese
Maybe you’ll be Gucci one day but that day is not to-dizzay
Gucci Mane got stupid wizzay, onlay sellin’ pounds of kizzay
Thugged out, trap house, burglar barred down, dawg
East Atlanta bound dawg, runnin’ from them hounds, dawg
Gucci used ta sell work, prolly still sell work
If i did or if i do you’ll be less when i tell you to
It’s Gucci!
[Chorus]
On deck (purp, kush) on deck, (kush, dro) on deck (dro, mid) on deck
You better catch me if you can
I’m the hood weed man call me mister timbaland
Let’s do it!
On deck (purp, kush) on deck, (kush, dro) on deck (dro, mid) on deck
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