Little Friend

[Intro: Gucci Mane]

Okay

Fuck it, I don't care

The appeal

When I fuckin' came to this fuckin' country

All I had was a dollar and a dream

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

We need more Rosé

My bitches gettin' thirsty

My words like New Years

Christmas came early

Got these bitches urling, my earring's perfect

My left pinky finger rollin' like George Gervin

My name ain't Ervin but call me Magic

Abra cadabra, top off the Phathom

458 Italia, first in the states

Out of town plates, just to make it look great

I need a haircut plus a carwash

I get out the car and they take their bra's off

See I fought the law and the fuckin' law won

Came back on appeal wanna new outcome

Overload your eardrums, hear it hear it come

Income income, go and get you sum

Say bye to the Bad guy

Wave bye to the Bad guy

Gucci Mane the bad guy

Yes, I am the Bad guy

Wave bye to the Bad guy

[Refrain: Gucci Mane]

I came to this country with a dollar and a dream

And a choppa and a team full of killas, what you mean

I'm a bad guy, bad guy from start til the end

Say hello to my little friend

I could've been a doctor, should've been a lawyer

I go to court so much I could've been my own employer

I'mma die a dope boy, always been a hustler

Started off custom now I say hello to my little friend

[Verse 2: Bun B]

I sit back in the big lack with a 6 pack in the trunk

Boppers lick that while I roll a big bag, nigga, full of scunk

So get back where your clique at, got that click clack for the funk

And them big racks, where your shit at, nigga? You look like a punk

You say you finna do what? Nigga, gon' head and do it then

You say you finna chop it up? Well, gon' screw it then

You say that you the big man, well, where your belly?

Penis got that butter, let me see you work your jelly

Just like I thought, nigga, you look like a clown

Take the red ball off your nose, bitch, and sit your ass down

Rainbow wigging it, ho, I ain't digging it

Bottles of Ciroc, ho, we [?] we ain't swigging it

This game full of pussys, I'm putting my dick in it

Bootting you bitches out the game, we ain't kicking it

Middle fingers up, ho, you know where I'm sticking it

Me and Gucci bricking it, while you niggas keep [?] it

[Refrain: Gucci Mane]

I came to this country with a dollar and a dream

And a choppa and a team full of killas, what you mean

I'm a bad guy, bad guy from start til the end

Say hello to my little friend

I could've been a doctor, should've been a lawyer

I go to court so much I could've been my own employer

I'mma die a dope boy, always been a hustler

Started off custom now I say hello to my little friend

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]

I got sixty racks layin' on the floor in Magic City

Like Samuel L Jackson I think it's time for killin'

I touched his wife titty and the nigga start trippin'

That ain't proper etiquette you see the bitch strippin'

AR-15 ripped his ass into pieces

Don't get it twisted think it's all about the pieces

And all about the bracelets

I'm still fighting cases

Ten thousand for the glasses

Diamonds in they faces

Your own blood taste it

We stomp you till you tasteless

My t-shirt ain't tailored

You read what is said, bitch

Brick squad bossman off with you head, bitch

Run for the exit

They shootin' inside here

Parking lot gun fight bodies outside here

Police best bet come with the riot gear

Soldiers down to die here

Move to America

Dollar and a dream and a donor picture, tear it up

[Refrain: Gucci Mane]

I came to this country with a dollar and a dream

And a choppa and a team full of killas, what you mean

I'm a bad guy, bad guy from start til the end

Say hello to my little friend

I could've been a doctor, should've been a lawyer

I go to court so much I could've been my own employer

I'mma die a dope boy, always been a hustler

Started off custom now I say hello to my little friend