Don't Deserve It

(Intro: DJ Holliday)

Rich niggas is back

It’s the little Rochy right here

I know yall love it when we get together

Let’s get em Gucci

(Verse 1: Gucci Mane)

I’m walkin with my strap, I give a fuck a nigga searchin

Don’t keep it in the car, I got that pistol on person

You pissed Flocka Flame – you dissed the fuckin wrong person

Run up on Gucci Mane – you be another dead person

I toss em in the river – now the whole city searchin

The AK hit his ass and now that nigga need a surgeon

Try me in this club then I’m gon shut it down early

Scene was so sick that the police start hurling

(Interlude: DJ Holliday)

Undisputed Dynamic Duo in the building

Stand up for this shit man

We raised yall niggas

DJ Holiday, Gucci Mane

Trap Back 2 niggas

(Verse1: Gucci Mane)

I’m walkin with my strap, I give a fuck a nigga searchin

Don’t keep it in the car, I got that pistol on person

You pissed Flocka Flame – you dissed the fuckin wrong person

Run up on Gucci Mane – you be another dead person

I toss em in the river – now the whole city searchin

The AK hit his ass and now that nigga need a surgeon

Try me in this club then I’m gon shut it down early

Scene was so sick that the police start hurling

East Atlanta zone 6 niggas so thirsty

That shop with you Tuesday and rob your ass Thursday

One years old and he already start cursin

12 years old and he already start servin

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)

If you ain’t getting money then I think you don’t deserve it

You reach for my chain you be another dead person

Big Guwap, why they call me Mr. Perfect

Then look me in my eyes when you see me cuz you’re nervous

I murk your homeboy and I smoked a pound of purple

You’re talkin to the cops, pussy nigga I know you’re worthless

Hard top Rolls, smoking kush behind the curtains

The word just came in, wutchu wanna purchase?

(Verse 2: Gucci Mane)

Fuck it cuz the young nigga turfin

If you ain’t getting no money then these bitches feel you’re worthless

Oh you a live-wire? Then I’mma make you short-circuit

These clown ass niggas need to go work in the circus

Million dollar nigga but I still eat Church's

You try me in these Church's then my boy then start burstin

When he died and this Boosy mama feel he didn’t deserved it

Box cutter in my pocket, I carve yo ass up like a turkey

Put that on my squad, I ain’t gon let no nigga hurt me

My gun do all my talkin and I know you niggas heard me

Old school vet like I’m fuckin James Worthy

But I’m shootin from the corner like I’m fuckin Bobby Hurley

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)

If you ain’t getting money then I think you don’t deserve it

You reach for my chain you be another dead person

Big Guwap, why they call me Mr. Perfect

Then look me in my eyes when you see me cuz you’re nervous

I murk your homeboy and I smoked a pound of purple

You’re talkin to the cops, pussy nigga I know you’re worthless

Hard top Rolls, smoking kush behind the curtains

The word just came in, wutchu wanna purchase?

(Verse 3: Wooh Da Kid)

Money makin me, no it’s money makin Wooh Da

My youngin 13 like a 3rd world shooter

In a couple years he’ll be taking over blocks

AK47, got him takin over spots

The only thing I see in the mirror is me

Before you catch me slippin it’s gon be a first degree

Word around town you a motherfuckin hater

We fucked the same bitch, the only difference is you paid er

If you ain’t getting money you a motherfuckin joke

Reachin for my strap if a nigga going broke

Screamin adios, left from bacon from the toast

One minute here, next minute you a ghost (adios)

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)

If you ain’t getting money then I think you don’t deserve it

You reach for my chain you be another dead person

Big Guwap, why they call me Mr. Perfect

Then look me in my eyes when you see me cuz you’re nervous

I murk your homeboy and I smoked a pound of purple

You’re talkin to the cops, pussy nigga I know you’re worthless

Hard top Rolls, smoking kush behind the curtains

The word just came in, wutchu wanna purchase?