Sleep Walkin'

[Intro: Gucci Mane]

What’s happening?

It’s Guwop!

I got these niggas, niggas with me

Turn up!

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]

I’m daydreaming, thinkin bout a million

Tryna run my bands, taller than the ceiling

James Brown, bout that money I got the feeling

That I make a lot of money, they wanna kill me

Now I’m sleep talkin, geeked up off that bitch molly

Now I’m sleep countin, thumb through a half a million $

In the club, fell asleep, 100 in my pocket

Keep some shooters with me and I know the robbers watching

I’m a taker, they ain’t never took shit out my body

Except that nigga hitter, I could say he got me

I’m just playin with yo brain, nigga don’t believe it

You know that was a throw nigga when I was dreaming

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Sleep talkin, talkin in my damn sleep

Sleep walkin, trippin over my damn feet

Sweet talkin, sweep her off her damn feet

She say she lost, she can’t find herself

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]

Talk about a ?, Im a fool with the paper

I could point at you, see every move on surveillance

Boy I’m getting Kd up, bad bitch pimp with me

Like they from Decatur, I could never hate you

Zone 6 neighbors, zone 6 raised me

Riding round in the Dually, zone 6 school me

With the Mac there like Gucci

I was skippin school, on the back steps makin movies

Rest in peace to Lil Ant, my nigga was the coolest (rest in peace)

When he died, I cried forreal

I’m sleep walkin like a motherfucker, you don’t know how Shawty feel

Keep going hard like a motherfucker

We'll throw up 30 bills

And I’m real, and I’m here

Call Gucci for the kill

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Sleep talkin, talkin in my damn sleep

Sleep walkin, trippin over my damn feet

Sweet talkin, sweep her off her damn feet

She say she lost, she can’t find herself

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]

Woke up with yo baby mama, what the fuck?

I used to run with yo baby brother, I gives a fuck

And yo big sister catchin nothing, yea she a slut

Woke up or I am asleep on South Beach

I’m sippin mud, I’m smoking gas, I got it bad

Sleep walkin my day job and this bitch keep out those dollars cash

Keep touring, I took your girl to dinner – it was boring

She was gorgeous but baby got er thinkin I was snoring

I’m in Europe, I’m sippin syrup

I’m in the foreign, it’s zone 6’s 5 o’clock but here it’s like it’s morning

Yea we ballin, we ball so hard that all my niggas know

I sleep with cold chick cuz I’m a sleepwalker, this a warning

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Sleep talkin, talkin in my damn sleep

Sleep walkin, trippin over my damn feet

Sweet talkin, sweep her off her damn feet

She say she lost, she can’t find herself

I’ll show you baby