Lawnmower Man

[Chorus]

Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash

I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass

Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash

I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass

[Verse 1]

Uh, Gucci Mane make a nigga wear a shit bag

Actin' bad like a kid at Six Flags

I'll send some slugs at your bitch ass

In my hood, ain't no love for your bitch ass

Fifty pounds in a trash bag

Anybody move, then that nigga get blast at

Hit a lick for 'bout fifty stacks

Niggas trippin', talkin' 'bout, "Gucci, bring the money back"

Half a brick and I'm bunkin' that

I'm in the trap where the junkies at

I'm gettin' fat, fuck a jumpin' jack

Zay drop a track, the whole industry be jockin' that

I'll put a hole in your stockin' cap

Work you like a bitch at the Body Tap

I stay strapped, blow you off the map

Niggas hate behind my back, but when they see me, give me dap

[Chorus]

Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash

I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass

Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash

I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass

[Verse 2]

Uh, I'm from the hood, I'll punch your lights out

I took your jewelry, now I'm iced out

Gucci Mane got that 'caine in

I swear I'll never tuck my chain in

You just a thug in trainin'

I'm a thug entertainin'

Really, I'm a street nigga

That chopper on the seat, nigga

I'm ready for that beef, nigga

Young Gucci gotta eat, nigga

I guess I'll see you when I see you, nigga

I wouldn't wanna be you, nigga

Now, ain't nothin' like a nigga

Tryna sound like a nigga

A lover, not a fighter, nigga

But let me see your lighter, nigga

[Chorus]

Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash

I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass

Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash

I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass

[Verse 3]

You see the bracelet on my arm, my necklace, my charm

I'm dangerous and armed with grenades and bombs

Y'all done slumped out with tons of ones

In the club, puttin' on like I'm Dapper Don

Yours truly, Young Gucci, all I do is hustle hard

Never had credit, but used my tool as a Mastercard

Grimy and gritty, hotter than cookin' with lard

Gucci Mane on the block again and I'm cookin' you boys

It's that grown-ass shit, nigga, bring all the toys

When I snap, they'll have to call the lieutenant and sarge

Bring the whole entourage since you thinkin' you hard

And watch how quick I load the chopper bullets you gotta dodge, uh

Gucci Mane on the track, nigga

Zaytoven on the track, nigga

Big Cat, LaFlare, nigga

I'm the lawnmower man, nigga

[Chorus]

Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash

I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass

Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash

I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass