Weed Man

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