It's Alive

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]

1-2, 1-2, 1-2, burrr burrr

This is special, GUCCCI

Its Gucci, that’s what you mean huh..righht? right..

Ladies and gentleman, showtime

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

My pocket on swole, my rims on chrome

When I hit the club, everything goes

Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air

But when I'm in here, I don’t really care

'Cause I ride on em, I style on em

I lean on em, yes, I flash on em

Yeah I know, that’s the way you like it, huh, yeah

That’s the way you love me, huh? It’s alive, it’s alive

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

It's alive, it's alive

Rims cut the eyes

I had to bring the bitch back like Frankenstein

I push weight, but Gucci don't exercise

I get extra from whippin' up extra pies

I’m in the hood like the mayor round election time

It's a suggestion, don't park your car next to mine

I’ma start when the light hit, I’m 'posed to shine

Your flow is garbage, they let me out just in time

They got a section, but none of the hoes are fine

They need to exit, don't let the grind pass you by

I run laps around lames with my shoes untied

I jump the line, walk in, and watch the crowd divide

Still stuck outside, that's the ugly side

Looked medusa in the eye and medusa died

This is top secret shit, classified

Don't blame me, Swizz was the mastermind

Can't breathe, can't breathe, Toni Braxton time

I got my chain moonwalkin', Michael Jackson time

I keep on buying ice like I lost my mind

This bloodline of mine is supposed to shine

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

My pocket on swole, my rims on chrome

When I hit the club, everything goes

Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air

But when I'm in here, I don’t really care

'Cause I ride on em, I style on em

I lean on em, yes, I flash on em

Yeah I know, that’s the way you like it, huh, yeah

That’s the way you love me, huh? It’s alive, it’s alive

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Hurry up, hurry up Gucci on the news, they say he walked out the jail rockin' stupid jewels

They try and find out what it do, admit it, you confused

Too much cash on me, hundreds fallin' out me, true

Big yellow wrists, bright as piss, bitch I’m the shit

Big Gucci called Swizz, let’s make a hit

2 things in this world I ain't ever seen

Are you a foreigner nigga? I need to help me get me me

Well if your stomach cannot tote it baby, let me breathe

Cuz I don’t check if no babe or bitch chasin' me

Excuse my French, bitch I’m so Gucci, I so fuckin' gutter

It don’t make no sense to switch for none these mother fuckas

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

My pocket on swole, my rims on chrome

When I hit the club, everything goes

Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air

But when I'm in here, I don’t really care

'Cause I ride on em, I style on em

I lean on em, yes, I flash on em

Yeah I know, that’s the way you like it, huh, yeah

That’s the way you love me, huh? It’s alive, it’s alive

[Verse 3: Swizz Beatz]

Somebody said my life is it

I said nah dog, my wife is it

Now I'm back, back on 'em like I never, never left

Plus the boy right here, I'm fresh to death

And the Black Card in my back pocket

The Conaseg lookin' like a speeder rocket

Yeah, I'm zoomin' on the highway

And you should love me, I did it my way

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]

My pocket on swole, my rims on chrome

When I hit the club, everything goes

Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air

But when I'm in here, I don’t really care

'Cause I ride on em, I style on em

I lean on em, yes, I flash on em

Yeah I know, that’s the way you like it, huh, yeah

That’s the way you love me, huh? It’s alive, it’s alive