Same Red Rag

[Intro: Gucci Mane]

Eskimos in the building; what up Zay?

I got my end, you hold down yours

What it do?

Cheah!

Zay in the lab with me

So Icey studios

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I got a flaming red Jacob, in my all red Jag'

I went to Baker's with a hundred, in my same red rag (Yeah!)

Your daughter with nothing but gangbangers

Ain't that sad?

She wrapping up her micros, with my same red rag

Got a million dollar deal, with the same red rag

Five million dollar wheels, with the same red rag

With the same red rag, yeah, the same red rag

Your little brother pledged in, now he can't turn back, nigga

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

What up blood? Blood in, no love

No slackers allowed, I'm making moves with thugs

I make plays for drugs, east Atlanta is love

Everybody in the clique known for totting a gun

Bond money on deck, I'll rob your ass

Niggas wives slut hoes, that my boys done dragged

I'm a couple mill' up, that's legal cheese

Already spent a quarter, on legal fees

Wait 'til these motherfuckers get a load of me

My essés in LA, yeah, they mail the weed

They import the kis, I export the cheese

It's Gucci Mane La Flare, pussies, bet you scared of me

Pussies!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I got a flaming red Jacob, in my all red Jag'

I went to Baker's with a hundred, in my same red rag (Yeah!)

Your daughter with nothing but gangbangers

Ain't that sad?

She wrapping up her micros, with my same red rag

Got a million dollar deal, with the same red rag

Five million dollar wheels, with the same red rag

With the same red rag, yeah, the same red rag

Your little brother pledged in, now he can't turn back, nigga

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

M-I-A, daddy, all chrome Harley

O-Seven 'vette, on offset shorties

Flaka-Flaka-Flame, I'll knock down Charles Barkley

Hoes going crazy like I'm Gnarls Barkley

Off'n, often, I put 'em in coffins

Zone six niggas don't bark that often

Brand new forty, will stop that talking

Nine drop that ass, bet that ass stop walking

Flat Shoals, Custer, Lockland sergeant

Smith/M street, call me, "Back Street Shawty"

Gucci back balling, fuck black balling

I throw a bullet at you, catch it, like you Steve Largent

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I got a flaming red Jacob, in my all red Jag'

I went to Baker's with a hundred, in my same red rag (Yeah!)

Your daughter with nothing but gangbangers

Ain't that sad?

She wrapping up her micros, with my same red rag

Got a million dollar deal, with the same red rag

Five million dollar wheels, with the same red rag

With the same red rag, yeah, the same red rag

Your little brother pledged in, now he can't turn back, nigga