Haan
Must be me
(Ask how I know it's a hit, because J. White produced it)
Who else could it be?
Uh
Lookin' at the mirror like, "It must be me" (must)
'Cause everybody seein' somethin' that I don't see (I don't see)
I was drinkin' lean like my name was Pimp C (R.I.P. to Pimp)
I gotta thank God that I never OD'd (thank the Big God)
I should've kept it clean and probably just did weed
I thought it was a downer but it must be speed (it must be)
Remember homeboy who had the Jeep Cherokee?
Dropped out in elementary he still can't read (well, damn)
I sign a artist, if they get locked they blame me (me)
They want me to get the pot, resort to plan B (skrrt)
I thank the Lord Vicky G didn't take the Plan B (mama)
She tried really hard but she couldn't tame me
I had a good family with real good genes
But f*ck makin' the team, we trap for brand new jeans
I don't f*ck with what's-her-name and, yeah, they still green
I'd rather be heard nowadays and not seen
Ten figure nigga, still might catch me in the ghetto
My house so big I can hear myself echo (hello, hello)
It must be me why my bitch stay preggo
'Cause I love the way she put the shit together like Legos
I was sellin' dope same time Crime Mob had made "Stilletos"
And niggas still can't get on my mothaf*ckin' level
You just signed to 1017, they say you with the devil
The next chain I'ma get is a iced out shovel
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me (go)
Hit a lick for eighty Ps I wish it was eighty keys (keys)
In my band we all keep cuttas and we rollin' eighty deep
No one shadier than me, no one get shiestier than me (shiesty)
Heard the old sayin', "Apples don't fall far from the tree"
Yeah, my left wrist is on freeze (burr), is it cold or is it me? (Or is it me?)
Boy you ain't no lil' Gucci Mane, your ass a wannabe (a wannabe)
Heard them niggas play with you, niggas don't never play with me (nah)
In the streets no one is safe no more, no one not even me (not even me)
If you never took one for the team you can't get MVP (no)
Stressin' 'bout a court day, it got me losin' sleep
I see niggas postin' niggas that they never ever met (what?)
But never post me and they know me from up the street (what the f*ck?)
I was sellin' dope same time Crime Mob had made "Stilletos"
And niggas still can't get on my mothaf*ckin' level
You just signed to 1017, they say you with the devil
The next chain I'ma get is a iced out shovel
Gucci Mane - Breath of Fresh Air Album Lyrics
Gucci Mane - Breath of Fresh Air Lyrics
- Must Be Me
- Bluffin
- Thank Me
- Trap Money
- Pretty Girls
- Glizock & Wizop
- Internet Chatter
- Talking to the Streets
- There I Go
- Mr. & Mrs. Perfect
- I Know
- Stomach Grumbling
- Business Not Personal
- King Snipe
- 06 Gucci
- Pissy
- Say No Mo
- Married with Millions
- Woppenheimer
- Now Its Real
- Broken Hearted
- Hurt People
- By The Water
- Big Boy Diamonds
Writer: Anthony Germaine White, Ed Townsend, Radric Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Bluffin
[ Featuring Lil Baby ]
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
Switch the weather when I want, we at the other, other spot
Me and bro ain't swappin' out our jewels, this another watch
I get all types of bags in, I'm a different hot
Shrooms, sex on the private jet, this a different high
I'm with the clappers
Brodie changed his life but he an ex-kidnapper
Ain't tryna go there with you, weird ass actors
And rappers or whatever you call yourself
I got five cellphones, tell them niggas to call my bluff
Delete shit, I don't post, I can't show them folks all of this stuff
Tighten up the business, I done killed and been ballin' it up
Older niggas postin' motivation, they holdin' they nuts
Keep the windows clear, so them pussy niggas can see the guts
Colors, she thinkin' I'm stubborn
But, baby, I'm the catch, I catch up with you when I can
Need a camera crew, everything we do it should be on film
We came through a hundred deep, I seen you with your boyfriend
Horse power, I was in a 'Rari, I was with a barbie, I had on Marni
I call Lauren, my new-new, yeah-yeah, my boo
Shit I rap 'bout be all facts, I'm livin' out my truth
He think he this 'cause he bought that, bruh, I copped her one too
We havin' motions for real, plural, everybody gettin' money
I took off on niggas, real bad, everybody act funny
Life a hard pill to swallow, nigga, everybody gotta stomach
I tried to show niggas the right way, so everybody'll be on one (go)
I tried to lead by example, helped everybody get money
I quit lean and stopped gamblin', I'm an ex-codeine junkie (lean)
Stayed in motels with my family and did pushups with my bunkie
Used to work a broom for my brother'nem, but I ain't never been no flunky (no)
Some nigga tried me but couldn't call me, just a young nigga, they jumped me
One nigga still think he got one up on me, but his day still comin' (wow)
I don't make threats nor promise, I just drop bands like comments
Don't even ask me 'bout dead folks, 'cause I ain't got no comment (yeah)
I want my M's up to one, two, three, four, five one-hundred (go)
I ain't arguin' on no internet, I'm not Wack100 (no)
Miami no shirt just to show off the tats on my stomach (man)
Niggas old and broke and out of shape, it sick, make me vomit
It's been eighteen year later and my stock still ain't plummet
Had to bet on myself, and made somethin' from nothin' (yeah)
Niggas sayin' they did this and that, for me y'all ain't do nothin'
Nigga gon' throw they hand in and stop all that bluffin' (it's Gucci)
Writer: ALfredo Matteucci, Dominique Jones, Indyah McAlister, Liam McAlister, Radric Davis, Zachary Mullet
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Thank Me
[ Featuring Young Dolph ]
(Okay, Kori says, "Rollin'")
Mwah
If you smokin' good here, make some motherf*ckin' noise (yeah)
(It's Gucci)
Uh-huh
In the strip club, throwin' up these fives
When I walk in, them bitches they get live (they get live)
Say she f*ck me, she a motherf*ckin' lie (bitch)
She just gave me some good head while I drive
Yeah, looked her in her eye and told her, "You should thank me" (you should thank me)
Just 'cause you eatin' it up, don't mean that you could drink me (uh-uh)
I made her stop and roll me up a blunt of stanky (ayy, roll that)
She got a nigga at home she love, but, he ain't me (damn)
I turned a quiet fine bitch into my little porno star
Got a pocket full of trap money, so I just bought the bar
Sprayin' champagne on these bitches, and I'm pourin' up that raw
Ayy, if I want it, I go get it, I don't care what it cost, nah
Told her, "Bring a friend, well, girl, let's go have some fun" (let's do it)
What's that on my backseat? That's a hundred-round drum (a hundred)
I'm something like a pimp, walked in with five hoes on my arm (woo)
I smashed her, then I told her, "Bitch, that pussy bomb" (hey)
I got a pocket full of blue cheese, blue cheese (haha)
So many hundreds that is bustin' out my blue jeans
I got that blue cheese, I got that new cheese
Who wanna come get some of this motherf*ckin' money?
Yes, you should thank, th-thank, th-th-th-thank me (uh-uh)
And, you should thank, th-thank, yeah, you should thank me (you should thank me)
And, you should thank me, you should thank me (it's Gucci, huh)
And, you should thank, th-thank, man, you should thank me
She wanna date me, she wanna rape me
I'm Gucci Mane, and I know these niggas hate me
Sucker so hateful, ho so ungrateful
But, I keep throwin' up the money, that's what it's made for
Plus, all this jewelry on my neck, it disrespect a nigga
All this blue cheese in my pocket, it protect a nigga
I got my check poked out so far 'cause I'm successful, nigga
Got too much money on me, man, I need an extra, nigga
I'm runnin' crazy, somebody, help me
When I went broke, I swear to God, them niggas left me
I move to South Beach, who want a jetski? (Wow)
These bitches lyin' on they pussy, they never met me (Wop)
I got a pocket full of blue cheese, blue cheese
So many hundreds that is bustin' out my blue jeans
I got that blue cheese, I got that new cheese
Who wanna come get some of this motherf*ckin' money?
Yes, you should thank, th-thank, th-th-th-thank me (uh-uh)
And, you should thank, th-thank, yeah, you should thank me (you should thank me)
And, you should thank me, you should thank me
And, you should thank, th-thank, man, you should thank me (huh)
Writer: Adolph Thornton Jr., Jamal Ester, Khayree Shaheed, Kori Anders, Radric Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Trap Money
I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap
I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap
I got twenty for a show, but it's really rap money
twenty for a hoe and that's really trap money
I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap
I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap
I got twenty for a show, but it's really rap money
Twenty for a hoe and that's really trap money
B.A.
Blue lights flashin, checkin out my mansion
Gangster so flashy, Louis Vuitton magnum
How he out here swaggin? Dat be what they askin
I drop the white crease, call it dope boy magic
Dopeology, you should take one of my classes
Hit me in the hood, red carpet, pants saggin
Rob you on Front Street in 75 classic
My potnahs know I'm good in the hood besides rappin
I got trap money cabin, it's 30 if you askin
D trap money lavish, ain't gotta make it rappin
Fruity bezel the cabbage, them country niggaz taxin
Ballin like Maverick, blowin loud in the traffic
I robbed a nigga twosie in some Rap Lord fashion
Say young'n in the hood, I'm a trap money addict
Cartier glasses, you see that I got money
I wake up early in the mornin I need me some trap money
I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap
I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap
I got twenty for a show, but it's really rap money
twenty for a hoe and that's really trap money
Mook
twenty Benz back, you see a nigga, that's my pack money
Look I ain't got no record deal so no it ain't no rap money
You see the stack in my jeans, I can't fit no rubber band
twenty-two on cents, I'ma wrap it 'round them
And first I unload the tractor, bust 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my trappers and they bring me back them rat chicks
Bust off goin fast, you can call it cheetah girl
When I get the panky you know I'm water whippin her
No top on the whip, tank top Louis V
You can call me tank top cause all I do is wifebeat
Talkin smart on the phone, price just gone up
Take it or leave it homeboy, either way I give a f*ck
Pot cold, LB's, kush by the O-Z's
Yeah I sell 'em for the low and get 'em for the dirt cheap
Get in just how you want, I'm a walkin trap sto'
Well connected nigga courtesy of my amigos
Flyin down twenty East, trunk full of dirty birdies
In the middle of the drought we let them bitches fly for thirty
In the kitchen cuttin work I gotta do my two-step
Yeah I'm bad leg trappin, bring it to your front stop
Now I'm on Y-65, just got off I-10
In the handicap van, fill it up with midgets man
I mean the good I know is show and it ain't come from rappin money
Ten bands, all tens, nigga that's my trap money
I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap
I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap
I got twenty for a show, but it's really rap money
twenty for a hoe and that's really trap money
Writer: XAVIER DOTSON, RADRIC DELANTIC DAVIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Pretty Girls
[ Featuring Young Dolph ]
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Her pussy gettin' so good, it got me scared of her (huh?)
Is this a set up? 'Cause once you put that head on me (Lord)
This bitch so bad, she'll make you run your bread up (rrr)
Is this a set up? 'Cause once you wrap your legs 'round me
I've been all around the world, pretty girls 'round me
Is this a set up? 'Cause why you bring your girl 'round me?
I've been all around the world, pretty girls 'round me (yeah)
Is this a set up? 'Cause why you bring your girl 'round me?
I've been all around the world, pretty girls 'round me
Even if they never seen me, then they heard 'bout me (huh)
Rockstar status, talkin' Bruce Springsteen
Baby, f*ck them other niggas, we the new dream team
Tell me how you never sucked the king but think that you the queen though?
Baby, why you sleepin' on me? This is not a dream, ho
I'm gettin' real impatient, I'm in a situation
Just wanna penetrate ya, f*ck all them stipulations
Well, tell them come and get ya, 'cause ya gotta get out (go)
He best be in a hurry, 'cause you gotta leave now
I need that, hot, hot, mouth that make a nigga cool down
Got me searchin' through my phone, like, who tryna drool now? (Eugh)
Her pussy gettin' so good, it got me scared of her (huh?)
Is this a set up? 'Cause once you put that head on me (Lord)
This bitch so bad, she'll make you run your bread up (rrr)
Is this a set up? 'Cause once you wrap your legs 'round me
I've been all around the world, pretty girls 'round me
Is this a set up? 'Cause why you bring your girl 'round me?
I've been all around the world, pretty girls 'round me (yeah)
Is this a set up? 'Cause why you bring your girl 'round me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't bring your bitch around me 'less you wanna lose her (damn)
I took me jewelry off and put it in a cooler (ice, ice)
I took my bae on a date, me and her and my shooters (yeah)
Then took her to the mall to have her weighin' Gucci, uh
For one night, I just landed in town (like, what up, though?)
Now I'm searchin' for the baddest bitch around (where she at?)
I'm weak for a juicy bitch with a attitude (damn)
Buy whatever she think she want, but fall in love they sold my dope
She's so bad, she can't do wrong, she's so thick, she hide her thong
Why you bring your friend around me? All that ass sittin' on her back
Pulled up on her in a Phantom, told her, "Come get in the back"
Her performance was so good, I feel like I owe her a stack
Her pussy gettin' so good, it got me scared of her (huh?)
Is this a set up? 'Cause once you put that head on me (Lord)
This bitch so bad, she'll make you run your bread up (rrr)
Is this a set up? 'Cause once you wrap your legs 'round me
I've been all around the world, pretty girls 'round me
Is this a set up? 'Cause why you bring your girl 'round me?
I've been all around the world, pretty girls 'round me (yeah)
Is this a set up? 'Cause why you bring your girl 'round me?
Writer: Adolph Thornton Jr., Michael L. Williams II, Radric Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, CTM OUTLANDER MUSIC LP, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, CTM OUTLANDER MUSIC LP, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Glizock & Wizop
[ Featuring Key Glock ]
(BandPlay)
G-Lock
Yeah
Ayy, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, nigga, you not (yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young niggas with me too hot (yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (yeah)
Ayy, long live my nigga Flippa, bitch (bitch), you see these blue rocks (yup)
Ayy, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks
It's Guwop and Glizock, and this combo gon' be hard to stop
Zone 6 to South Memphis, totin' that pistol like a cop
Wouldn't give me my flowers, I rewarded myself and bought a watch (burr)
Took the fork and scraped the pot (skrrt), it's off the eye, I shake the pot
I can't put no money in no niggas who ain't worth it, dawg (no)
Confiscated my necklace 'cause these suckers didn't deserve it, y'all (pussy)
Seventeen summers later, showin' no signs of fallin' off (well, damn)
I didn't even imagine I'd be ballin' how I'm ballin' now (go, go)
Niggas tried to count me out, they miscounted the wrong amount (wrong)
Killers took, don't bring 'em up, it's 'round 'em if I bring 'em out
Oh, you got a crash dummy, think before you send him off (huh?)
His brain left on the dashboard, we all see what he thinkin' 'bout (yeah)
Ayy, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, nigga, you not (yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young niggas with me too hot (yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (yeah)
Ayy, long live my nigga Flippa, bitch (bitch), you see these blue rocks (yup)
Ayy, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks
Yeah (blue bucks)
Baby, I get too much
Motherf*ckin' money, so I gotta keep that tool tucked
I'm still the same youngin', the only thing, my money grew up
It be the same niggas talkin' 'bout slidin' and ain't shootin' nothin'
Yeah, bitch, I'm all about my bread, every crouton
Yeah, I just cut a check and bitch off like a coupon
Yeah, dead guys in my past, that shit two-hundred
Um, young nigga keep the heat up on 'em, Jimmy Bond
Ayy, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, nigga, you not (yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young niggas with me too hot (yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (yeah)
Ayy, long live my nigga Flippa, bitch (bitch), you see these blue rocks (yup)
Ayy, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks
Writer: Krishon Gaines, Markeyvius Cathey, Radric Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Internet Chatter
Had to take a breath of fresh air
Murda, Guwop
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Only two choices you got, dead or in prison (huh)
That's what my folks told me but I still didn't listen
Everything gravy 'til them folks start snitchin'
You can't stand the heat than get your ass out the kitchen
These rappers go broke and have to do a dummy mission
Don't be a crash dummy and go out like French
Every day ain't promised the trap ain't got no pension
It must be Fentanyl because he can't stop twitchin' (wow)
She talk too much, the bitch won't stop bitchin'
I seen a nigga in Terre Haute and the boy turned Christian (well, damn)
These niggas be hoes and get treated just like some bitches
How niggas gettin' extorted when y'all niggas got got switches? (How?)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (no)
I'ma make the haters get madder (get mad)
Lately my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter (gettin' fat, gettin' fat)
And lately to me that's all that matter (that's all that)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (naw)
I'ma make the haters get madder (get mad)
Lately my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter(gettin' fat, fat, fat)
And lately to me that's all that matter (go)
Y'all remember Gucci with the big ol' gut? (Big ol' gut, huh)
Down bad, Wright Street, 901 (well, damn)
Some niggas tried to jump me five on one
You gotta stand on your ten and there ain't got no gun
Free my nigga Shiest' I know it ain't no fun (free him)
Locked down, rich, still ain't got no bond
Hateful comments act like I don't see it
Gucci got long money that's no secret (long)
Big booty rich bitch who I sleep with (huh)
Niggas think they slick they wanna be me, I peep it
My bank account's a beast and it keep gettin' fatter (fat, fat)
And lately to me that's all that matter (Wop)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (no)
I'ma make the haters get madder (get mad)
Lately my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter (gettin' fat, gettin' fat)
And lately to me that's all that matter (that's all that)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (naw)
I'ma make the haters get madder (get mad)
Lately my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter (gettin' fat, fat, fat)
And lately to me that's all that matter (go)
Murda, Guwop
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Only two choices you got, dead or in prison (huh)
That's what my folks told me but I still didn't listen
Everything gravy 'til them folks start snitchin'
You can't stand the heat than get your ass out the kitchen
These rappers go broke and have to do a dummy mission
Don't be a crash dummy and go out like French
Every day ain't promised the trap ain't got no pension
It must be Fentanyl because he can't stop twitchin' (wow)
She talk too much, the bitch won't stop bitchin'
I seen a nigga in Terre Haute and the boy turned Christian (well, damn)
These niggas be hoes and get treated just like some bitches
How niggas gettin' extorted when y'all niggas got got switches? (How?)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (no)
I'ma make the haters get madder (get mad)
Lately my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter (gettin' fat, gettin' fat)
And lately to me that's all that matter (that's all that)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (naw)
I'ma make the haters get madder (get mad)
Lately my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter(gettin' fat, fat, fat)
And lately to me that's all that matter (go)
Y'all remember Gucci with the big ol' gut? (Big ol' gut, huh)
Down bad, Wright Street, 901 (well, damn)
Some niggas tried to jump me five on one
You gotta stand on your ten and there ain't got no gun
Free my nigga Shiest' I know it ain't no fun (free him)
Locked down, rich, still ain't got no bond
Hateful comments act like I don't see it
Gucci got long money that's no secret (long)
Big booty rich bitch who I sleep with (huh)
Niggas think they slick they wanna be me, I peep it
My bank account's a beast and it keep gettin' fatter (fat, fat)
And lately to me that's all that matter (Wop)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (no)
I'ma make the haters get madder (get mad)
Lately my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter (gettin' fat, gettin' fat)
And lately to me that's all that matter (that's all that)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (naw)
I'ma make the haters get madder (get mad)
Lately my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter (gettin' fat, fat, fat)
And lately to me that's all that matter (go)
Writer: Dez Wright, Radric Delantic Davis, Shane Lee Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Talking to the Streets
[ Featuring Mac Critter ]
[Gucci Mane]
Mike Willy
ZayTiggy
It's Gucci
Burr
Go
I get so much cash in Vegas, I feel like I'm Elvis (Wow)
I just bought a new Ferrari, it came with a helmet (Go)
Drip my bitch in Ferragamo, you can't even spell it (Damn)
I come repo the dope from you if you couldn't sell it (Go)
Well-connected and respected, how you didn't expect it? (How?)
Zay pulled up trunk in the front, new Hummer, it's electric (Ziggy)
These niggas goin' PC, but Big Wop don't need protection (No)
They keep talkin' 'bout the old Wop, well, here, this the resurrection (Yeah)
The old one known for sippin' lean and freestylin' congested (Leanin')
Tried to put that pistol on my buddy, it got me arrested (Whew-whew)
These rappers gettin' extorted and it's really gettin' depressing (Sad)
We know you'll take the witness stand, we all read your confession (Damn)
I do it so big, I spent two million on a wedding (Two milli')
I don't f*ck with panhandling-ass bitches that be beggin' (Whores)
I hate goin' to court, I see the judge and get to sweatin' (Hot, hot)
He tried to get away, he couldn't escape, Drac' broke his pelvis
[Mac Critter]
Ain't shit nobody can tell me (Nah)
"Critter, why you gettin' selfish?" (F*ck 'em)
I'm up now, ho, you helpless
Dripping in Giorgio Armani, you smell me (Smell me)
I do a walkthrough, switch in my trench (Switchy)
I ain't wasting my breath, ho ain't worth a cent (Cent)
And this shit personal, make sure we hit
Spin his block back-to-back, workin' the switch (Boom, boom)
He open his mouth to only hide stick (Pussy)
These niggas rat, lil' police bitch (Snitches)
I'm in the Scat, bend the curb in this bitch (Go)
Supposed to chase the racks, but he chasin' a bitch (Bitch)
My cousin in the 'Raq, he deliver the shit (Yeah)
Ho, my main focus is money (Money)
Ayy, I want these millions to come in abundance (Abundance)
I run to the money, I'm Mac Critter Sonic (Sonic)
Good pussy, get in her stomach (Stomach, pussy)
It's hard for niggas to keep it a hundred (Hundred)
It'll hurt a nigga head to keep it a hundred (Keep it a hundred)
Your family'll cross you for money (Money), niggas'll cross you for nothing (Nothin')
When a ho cross you, she gon' want something (For real)
I gotta thank God, wasn't none of this promised (Promised)
I gotta thank God I made it out the dungeon (Dungeon)
I'm the 5.56 god, I'm the one who spark (Brrt)
My ho pretty and dark, the other one caramel (Caramel)
And the red Dominican, she love the Hennessy (Hennessy)
I love her energy, money boost my energy (Energy)
Killing my enemies and loving my frenemies (Brrt)
Enemies kin to me, they wanna finish me (Finish me)
12 can't surrender me, ho, you can't handle me (Handle me)
I got rose gold trophy, streets keep me focused
The beef ain't over, that's what they was hopin' (Brrt, boom, boom)
Two hundred-fifty in jewelry, I'm posted (Posted)
Fake-ass diamonds you got on bogus (Bogus)
Ayy, look at my pockets, them motherf*ckers loaded (Loaded)
We spin they block 'til somebody dead posted (Brrt, boom, boom, brrt)
North Memphis havin' motion (Motion)
1017 mafia, boy, get your choppers up (Brrt)
F*ck the feds, they ain't stoppin' us
They tryna box me up, won't let 'em lock me up
I got my wealth up, ho want me to help her (No)
Any ho f*ck the city, can't accept her (Nah)
I put on Prada, put my ho in Prada (Burr)
Prada my glasses, but they look like goggles (Goggles)
Girl, you in college and you a show-stopper (Show-stopper)
She go to school for nursing, but think she a model (A model)
Pull out these blue hundreds, pop it, I pop it
I'm the king of North Memphis, pussy, just stop it (Stop it)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
There I Go
[ Featuring J. Cole, Mike Will Made It ]
(EarDrummers)
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Gucci Mane slayed it (it's Gucci)
Cole walkin' out with M's, the promoter paid it (wow)
The promoter paid it (well damn)
Yeah, uh
Real nigga, I don't say that a lot
You can tell how I talk in the way that I rock
I'm a straight shooter, no sugarcoat
No booger sugar, never had a nose full of dope
It's all good folks, cope how you wanna cope
Drink what you wanna drink, smoke what you wanna smoke
Stroke who you wanna stroke
Just as long she down, if she not, f*ck it, then run along, boy
It's too many fish to be pressed about a bitch
I'm stackin' too many chips, could care less about a fit
I'm in some dirty-ass kicks watchin' YouTube
I'm cuttin grass in designer, like it's FUBU
I got a real thick gal, wanna sit on my lap
No BBL, you can tell she just built like that
You ever walk up to a spot knowin' every bitch'll pop?
It's not a whole lot of niggas that done felt like that, but
There I go (there he go) there I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go) there I go (there he go)
Yeah, it's me, with the inside out tee
Lowkey, only show up for a large fee
There I go (there he go) there I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go) there I go (there he go)
Yeah, that's him, paid an arm and a limb for him
'Cause they know the hoes jump out the gym for him (go)
Gucci Mane and J. Cole, the collaboration
They poked the bear and woke the bear up out of hibernation
These boys exaggeratin', do a lot of fabrication (liar)
But ain't no gimmicks in my gang, this shit ain't animations (liar)
Now Mike WiLL Made-It (Mike) and Gucci Mane slayed it (wow)
Think I'm the dopest rapper ever, niggas overrated (well damn)
The pain got eliminated, the top decapitated (wow)
He had a buzz, but it went dry, that shit evaporated (huh?)
Big ups to Fayetteville, shout out Mechanicsville
I keep it trill, that go from Thomasville to Summerhill (for real)
In my Bugatti, but I used to have a Bonneville
I'm goin' Scotty, I'm talkin' switch my mood by Puffy crib (wow)
Screamin', "Yes sir" (yes sir) matching stretched furs
My diamonds go, "Brr" (brr), yeah it's a cold world (it's cold)
I told my niggas slow motion was the best motion (slow)
And money turn these bitches on, this shit like love potion (woah)
There I go (there he go) there I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go) there I go (there he go)
Yeah, it's me, with the inside out tee
Lowkey, only show up for a large fee
There I go (there he go) there I go (there he go)
There I go (there he go) there I go (there he go)
Yeah, that's him, paid an arm and a limb for him
'Cause they know the hoes jump out the gym for him
Hoes jump out the gym for him (Mike WiLL Made-It)
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It (Hoes jump out the gym for him)
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Mike WiLL Made-It
Writer: Jermaine Cole, Michael L. Williams II, Myles Harris, Radric Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mr. & Mrs. Perfect
Like I finally got a chance to just breathe, you know what I'm sayin'?
All this hard work done paid off
My life perfect, my wife perfect
My ice perfect, I'm Mr. Perfect
My price is high as a kite, but I'm worth it
My bitch is perfect, she Mrs. Perfect (Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Every day I wake, I'm tryna triple up the money (Trip)
Jit gone off them shrooms, he been trippin' since Sunday (Huh?)
I'm not even bummed out they said I can't go to London (Nah)
'Cause I was selling weed when Dr. Drе had made The Chronic (Wow)
Now I'm on a natural high, wake up and wеnt to runnin' (Go)
This shit shouldn't even be legal, it's like I'm robbin' folks for money (Like I'm robbin' or somethin')
Talkin' Monday to Sunday, you call me, Gucci comin' (I'm comin')
I told him stop givin' me cash, ain't have nowhere to fit the hundreds (Stop)
That's a breath of fresh air for the ones tryna get money (Hah)
I used to get it, now I got it, look what I've accomplished (Look what I've accomplished)
I started from nothin', I made something out of nothin'
I'm a good example for the ones who still strugglin' (The ones who still strugglin')
Never stop, never stop, never stop hustlin' (Never stop hustlin')
Never stop, never stop, never stop hustlin' (Never stop hustlin')
This one for the ones knee-deep, still smugglin' (Still smuggle)
One foot in, one out, still juggin' (Woo, still jugg)
My life perfect, my wife perfect (Perfect)
My ice perfect (Burr), I'm Mr. Perfect (I'm Mr. Perfect)
My price is high as a kite, but I'm worth it (But I'm worth it)
My bitch is perfect, she Mrs. Perfect (She Mrs. Mwah)
My splits are perfect, my gift is perfect (My gift is perfect)
My bitch is perfect (My bitch is perfect), she thick and curvy (She thick and what?)
My life is nice (My life is nice), my ice is gorgeous (My ice is ooh)
We built a house from the ground, no mortgage (Wow)
Gucci the luggage (Gucci), Louis the buggy (Louis)
My daughter worth some M's, still in Huggies (Well, damn)
These niggas muggin', my shoulders shruggin' (Huh?)
I'm stiff, no handshakes, no huggin' (No)
My diamonds dancin', doin' the Dougie
My exes mad at me, they still holdin' grudges (Huh?)
Still f*ck the law and f*ck the judges (F*ck 'em)
Still f*ck the system, we still buggin' (Wop)
My life perfect, my wife perfect (Perfect)
My ice perfect (Burr), I'm Mr. Perfect (I'm Mr. Perfect)
My price is high as a kite, but I'm worth it (But I'm worth it)
My bitch is perfect, she Mrs. Perfect (She Mrs. Mwah)
My life perfect, my wife perfect (Perfect)
My ice perfect (Burr), I'm Mr. Perfect (I'm Mr. Perfect)
My price is high as a kite, but I'm worth it (But I'm worth it)
My bitch is perfect, she Mrs. Perfect (She Mrs. Mwah)
All this hard work done paid off
My life perfect, my wife perfect
My ice perfect, I'm Mr. Perfect
My price is high as a kite, but I'm worth it
My bitch is perfect, she Mrs. Perfect (Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Every day I wake, I'm tryna triple up the money (Trip)
Jit gone off them shrooms, he been trippin' since Sunday (Huh?)
I'm not even bummed out they said I can't go to London (Nah)
'Cause I was selling weed when Dr. Drе had made The Chronic (Wow)
Now I'm on a natural high, wake up and wеnt to runnin' (Go)
This shit shouldn't even be legal, it's like I'm robbin' folks for money (Like I'm robbin' or somethin')
Talkin' Monday to Sunday, you call me, Gucci comin' (I'm comin')
I told him stop givin' me cash, ain't have nowhere to fit the hundreds (Stop)
That's a breath of fresh air for the ones tryna get money (Hah)
I used to get it, now I got it, look what I've accomplished (Look what I've accomplished)
I started from nothin', I made something out of nothin'
I'm a good example for the ones who still strugglin' (The ones who still strugglin')
Never stop, never stop, never stop hustlin' (Never stop hustlin')
Never stop, never stop, never stop hustlin' (Never stop hustlin')
This one for the ones knee-deep, still smugglin' (Still smuggle)
One foot in, one out, still juggin' (Woo, still jugg)
My life perfect, my wife perfect (Perfect)
My ice perfect (Burr), I'm Mr. Perfect (I'm Mr. Perfect)
My price is high as a kite, but I'm worth it (But I'm worth it)
My bitch is perfect, she Mrs. Perfect (She Mrs. Mwah)
My splits are perfect, my gift is perfect (My gift is perfect)
My bitch is perfect (My bitch is perfect), she thick and curvy (She thick and what?)
My life is nice (My life is nice), my ice is gorgeous (My ice is ooh)
We built a house from the ground, no mortgage (Wow)
Gucci the luggage (Gucci), Louis the buggy (Louis)
My daughter worth some M's, still in Huggies (Well, damn)
These niggas muggin', my shoulders shruggin' (Huh?)
I'm stiff, no handshakes, no huggin' (No)
My diamonds dancin', doin' the Dougie
My exes mad at me, they still holdin' grudges (Huh?)
Still f*ck the law and f*ck the judges (F*ck 'em)
Still f*ck the system, we still buggin' (Wop)
My life perfect, my wife perfect (Perfect)
My ice perfect (Burr), I'm Mr. Perfect (I'm Mr. Perfect)
My price is high as a kite, but I'm worth it (But I'm worth it)
My bitch is perfect, she Mrs. Perfect (She Mrs. Mwah)
My life perfect, my wife perfect (Perfect)
My ice perfect (Burr), I'm Mr. Perfect (I'm Mr. Perfect)
My price is high as a kite, but I'm worth it (But I'm worth it)
My bitch is perfect, she Mrs. Perfect (She Mrs. Mwah)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
I Know
You see me stuntin', I know that it hurt you (I know that it hurt you)
I keep gettin' money, I know that it hurt you (I know that it hurt you)
See me go up and I know that it hurt you (I know that it hurt you)
I'ma keep stuntin' I know that it hurt you
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
I told them to spray you but I could've murked you
I did a commercial but didn't go commercial
My circle so small you can't fit in my circle (it's Gucci)
I'm riddin' in a Maybach commissioned by Virgil
I threw bait at the bitch and she bit it like a turtle (bit)
I can't f*ck her raw 'cause her pussy too fertile (nah)
Penthouse on the beach and I ain't talkin' murder (nah)
If you interview Gucci don't ask him 'bout murders (grraow)
Mask on protect he got shot in the girdle (well, damn)
Say he got beef with me I never heard of
Rockin' some kicks that don't come out 'til April
This bitch droppin' songs who got kicked out the label (wow)
How you gon' bite who put food on the table? (Huh)
Fam against family shit, Caine versus Abel (damn)
Why you keep beggin'? Don't watch me watch cable
Say Guwop fell off, man, that boy told a fable (well, damn)
You see me stuntin', I know that it hurt you
I keep gettin' money, I know that it hurt you (it's Gucci)
See me go up and I know that it hurt you
I know that it hurt you, I know that it hurt you
Money gettin' longer and it's only gettin' worse
Game elevated I'm a whole 'nother person
I'ma keep stuntin' I know that it hurt you
I know that it hurt you, I know that it hurt you (it's Gucci)
Got so much cash I can build me safe house
I'm buildin' a new house it's bigger than Drake house (wow)
A nigga play with me I'm bringin' the Drac' out
Rock so much water, turn the clothes to a lake house (burr)
I ain't gotta worry about the police doin' steak out
Got a private chef won't even eat take out (nah)
I remember I was eatin' lobster first day out
Whole lotta crabs in the bucket didn't make out (crabs)
I know some killers got life on a break out
I had to sack up the bud, take the shake out
We ain't had no goal in the hood, brought the crate out
Floor full of money, make the ho bring the rake out (well, damn)
Rob with no gun, he got beat, knock his lights out
Took a juice off for the morn' now we iced out (bling)
He f*cked his bitch, now he mad, wanna fight now
Thought he was the man but he told, he a mice now (mice)
You ain't piped up like that, you need to pipe down
Lyrics all cap need to go put the mic down (cap)
Bullets fly by this shit windy like Chi-Town
Don't sleep on the A-Town, this shit ain't no playground
Like I said niggas better get down and lay down
When shots fire niggas better get down and stay down
Always knew I would come up 'cause I stay down
It ain't my birthday but I still bring the cake 'round (it's Gucci)
You see me stuntin', I know that it hurt you
I keep gettin' money, I know that it hurt you
See me go up and I know that it hurt you
I know that it hurt you, I know that it hurt you
Money gettin' longer and it's only gettin' worse
Game elevated I'm a whole 'nother person
I'ma keep stuntin' I know that it hurt you
I know that it hurt you, I know that it hurt you
My dawg just gave me some great advice
He told me go harder
It's Gucci
Burr
I keep gettin' money, I know that it hurt you (I know that it hurt you)
See me go up and I know that it hurt you (I know that it hurt you)
I'ma keep stuntin' I know that it hurt you
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
I told them to spray you but I could've murked you
I did a commercial but didn't go commercial
My circle so small you can't fit in my circle (it's Gucci)
I'm riddin' in a Maybach commissioned by Virgil
I threw bait at the bitch and she bit it like a turtle (bit)
I can't f*ck her raw 'cause her pussy too fertile (nah)
Penthouse on the beach and I ain't talkin' murder (nah)
If you interview Gucci don't ask him 'bout murders (grraow)
Mask on protect he got shot in the girdle (well, damn)
Say he got beef with me I never heard of
Rockin' some kicks that don't come out 'til April
This bitch droppin' songs who got kicked out the label (wow)
How you gon' bite who put food on the table? (Huh)
Fam against family shit, Caine versus Abel (damn)
Why you keep beggin'? Don't watch me watch cable
Say Guwop fell off, man, that boy told a fable (well, damn)
You see me stuntin', I know that it hurt you
I keep gettin' money, I know that it hurt you (it's Gucci)
See me go up and I know that it hurt you
I know that it hurt you, I know that it hurt you
Money gettin' longer and it's only gettin' worse
Game elevated I'm a whole 'nother person
I'ma keep stuntin' I know that it hurt you
I know that it hurt you, I know that it hurt you (it's Gucci)
Got so much cash I can build me safe house
I'm buildin' a new house it's bigger than Drake house (wow)
A nigga play with me I'm bringin' the Drac' out
Rock so much water, turn the clothes to a lake house (burr)
I ain't gotta worry about the police doin' steak out
Got a private chef won't even eat take out (nah)
I remember I was eatin' lobster first day out
Whole lotta crabs in the bucket didn't make out (crabs)
I know some killers got life on a break out
I had to sack up the bud, take the shake out
We ain't had no goal in the hood, brought the crate out
Floor full of money, make the ho bring the rake out (well, damn)
Rob with no gun, he got beat, knock his lights out
Took a juice off for the morn' now we iced out (bling)
He f*cked his bitch, now he mad, wanna fight now
Thought he was the man but he told, he a mice now (mice)
You ain't piped up like that, you need to pipe down
Lyrics all cap need to go put the mic down (cap)
Bullets fly by this shit windy like Chi-Town
Don't sleep on the A-Town, this shit ain't no playground
Like I said niggas better get down and lay down
When shots fire niggas better get down and stay down
Always knew I would come up 'cause I stay down
It ain't my birthday but I still bring the cake 'round (it's Gucci)
You see me stuntin', I know that it hurt you
I keep gettin' money, I know that it hurt you
See me go up and I know that it hurt you
I know that it hurt you, I know that it hurt you
Money gettin' longer and it's only gettin' worse
Game elevated I'm a whole 'nother person
I'ma keep stuntin' I know that it hurt you
I know that it hurt you, I know that it hurt you
My dawg just gave me some great advice
He told me go harder
It's Gucci
Burr
Writer: Alexander Monro, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Radric Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Stomach Grumbling
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
I'm confident I'll never run out of money
They pray that I fall but I kept it a hunnid (a hunnid)
Drop change on a bitch, girl, this bread on your bundles (it's bread)
And she fell back in love with my dick in her stomach
These bitches be clumsy and nosy and rummagin'
She didn't eat before she start drinkin', she vomitin' (eugh)
These niggas ain't eatin', they stomachs be grumblin'
Claim that they fastin' but no it ain't Ramadan (damn)
Keep puttin' out music but nobody cares
He did a show but wasn't nobody there (nobody)
Wanna be me but it's hard to be me
Known to put on some shit that wouldn't nobody wear
My watch is icy I need a Moncler (burr)
If you run up you get done up right there (right there)
2019 try give me a Grammy and 2005 tried to give me the chair
Street nigga turned legal millionaire
I feel like a billion, one hell of a feelin'
She took a edible say it's incredible
Took off her shirt and start showin' her titties (showin' her titties)
Writers on strike and I know why they did it
Hollywood moguls be payin' 'em pennies
AI can't write the song Gucci would write
'Cause AI didn't stay up all night in the trenches (hell nah)
I got a lick is you comin' or not?
All this free money they handin' it out
I told my artist to stick to the script
They show love when you broke but they hate when you hot
I get two, three hundred thousand a feature
I robbed a bank with no mess it was legal
I took the cake and split it with my people
I dropped a classic than came with a sequel
Before it was legal we smoked like it's legal
Stood on the couch and turned over the speakers
And my promo team was the neighborhood geekers
My first Trap House album two naked shit eaters (eugh)
Young nigga listen, go get you some money
This shit won't be easy and I'm bein' honest
They gone talk down when they think it ain't workin'
But when you pop out they gon' all be astonished
I'm confident I'll never run out of money
They pray that I fall but I kept it a hunnid (a hunnid)
Drop change on a bitch, girl, this bread on your bundles (it's bread)
And she fell back in love with my dick in her stomach
These bitches be clumsy and nosy and rummagin'
She didn't eat before she start drinkin', she vomitin' (eugh)
These niggas ain't eatin', they stomachs be grumblin'
Claim that they fastin' but no it ain't Ramadan (damn)
Keep puttin' out music but nobody cares
He did a show but wasn't nobody there (nobody)
Wanna be me but it's hard to be me
Known to put on some shit that wouldn't nobody wear
My watch is icy I need a Moncler (burr)
If you run up you get done up right there (right there)
2019 try give me a Grammy and 2005 tried to give me the chair
ATL Georgia, one hell of a place
You come for vacation but leave on probation (well, damn)
The way she keeps shakin' her ass with no waist
Shit ain't a game it ain't no recreation (not a game)
Her booty keep clappin' a standin' ovation (clap)
Told me to chill but I'm losin' my patience
Pussy like water and head is amazin'
I'm smellin' like money, she lovin' the fragrance (lovin' the fragrance)
Please call me Gucci but not call me Radric
He signed the contract than flipped through the pages
I f*cked her and fell asleep that shit was crazy
The way she kept suckin' was makin' me lazy (damn)
Caught like three nuts so I'm callin' her Tracy
I made her dance so I'm callin' her Stacy (yoom)
F*ck a rich nigga you know that she braggin'
Her titties so perky, hell nah, they ain't saggin'
The moment look like she been draggin' a wagon
My homie so geeked said he's Megan Thee Stallion
Her ex-nigga broke he a dirty, be crabbin'
He make excuses but I make it happen
Started out trappin' but switched it to rappin'
My bitch is a addict addicted to fashion
I'm the one these niggas hate with a passion
My dog turned to snake, could've swore it was magic (well, damn)
I'm confident I'll never run out of money
They pray that I fall but I kept it a hunnid (a hunnid)
Drop change on a bitch, girl, this bread on your bundles (it's bread)
And she fell back in love with my dick in her stomach
These bitches be clumsy and nosy and rummagin'
She didn't eat before she start drinkin', she vomitin' (eugh)
These niggas ain't eatin', they stomachs be grumblin'
Claim that they fastin' but no it ain't Ramadan (damn)
Keep puttin' out music but nobody cares
He did a show but wasn't nobody there (nobody)
Wanna be me but it's hard to be me
Known to put on some shit that wouldn't nobody wear
My watch is icy I need a Moncler (burr)
If you run up you get done up right there (right there)
2019 try give me a Grammy and 2005 tried to give me the chair
Street nigga turned legal millionaire
I feel like a billion, one hell of a feelin'
She took a edible say it's incredible
Took off her shirt and start showin' her titties (showin' her titties)
Writers on strike and I know why they did it
Hollywood moguls be payin' 'em pennies
AI can't write the song Gucci would write
'Cause AI didn't stay up all night in the trenches (hell nah)
I got a lick is you comin' or not?
All this free money they handin' it out
I told my artist to stick to the script
They show love when you broke but they hate when you hot
I get two, three hundred thousand a feature
I robbed a bank with no mess it was legal
I took the cake and split it with my people
I dropped a classic than came with a sequel
Before it was legal we smoked like it's legal
Stood on the couch and turned over the speakers
And my promo team was the neighborhood geekers
My first Trap House album two naked shit eaters (eugh)
Young nigga listen, go get you some money
This shit won't be easy and I'm bein' honest
They gone talk down when they think it ain't workin'
But when you pop out they gon' all be astonished
I'm confident I'll never run out of money
They pray that I fall but I kept it a hunnid (a hunnid)
Drop change on a bitch, girl, this bread on your bundles (it's bread)
And she fell back in love with my dick in her stomach
These bitches be clumsy and nosy and rummagin'
She didn't eat before she start drinkin', she vomitin' (eugh)
These niggas ain't eatin', they stomachs be grumblin'
Claim that they fastin' but no it ain't Ramadan (damn)
Keep puttin' out music but nobody cares
He did a show but wasn't nobody there (nobody)
Wanna be me but it's hard to be me
Known to put on some shit that wouldn't nobody wear
My watch is icy I need a Moncler (burr)
If you run up you get done up right there (right there)
2019 try give me a Grammy and 2005 tried to give me the chair
ATL Georgia, one hell of a place
You come for vacation but leave on probation (well, damn)
The way she keeps shakin' her ass with no waist
Shit ain't a game it ain't no recreation (not a game)
Her booty keep clappin' a standin' ovation (clap)
Told me to chill but I'm losin' my patience
Pussy like water and head is amazin'
I'm smellin' like money, she lovin' the fragrance (lovin' the fragrance)
Please call me Gucci but not call me Radric
He signed the contract than flipped through the pages
I f*cked her and fell asleep that shit was crazy
The way she kept suckin' was makin' me lazy (damn)
Caught like three nuts so I'm callin' her Tracy
I made her dance so I'm callin' her Stacy (yoom)
F*ck a rich nigga you know that she braggin'
Her titties so perky, hell nah, they ain't saggin'
The moment look like she been draggin' a wagon
My homie so geeked said he's Megan Thee Stallion
Her ex-nigga broke he a dirty, be crabbin'
He make excuses but I make it happen
Started out trappin' but switched it to rappin'
My bitch is a addict addicted to fashion
I'm the one these niggas hate with a passion
My dog turned to snake, could've swore it was magic (well, damn)
Writer: Anthony Lorenzo Holmes Jr., Radric Davis, Tiquon Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Business Not Personal
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
I was writin' my raps while tappin' my chest 'cause I ain't even had no beat
I stopped complainin' 'bout my shoes, I saw a man had no feet
Nobody would throw your dog a bone, and I ain't had nothin' to eat
Now niggas wanna sit at Gucci table but I ain't even got no seats (no)
Ain't got no time but nothin' but money, niggas be broke and bummy (bums)
Nigga think I spent mine all on jewelry they must be a dummy (duh)
I'm hidin' in plane sight in they face they don't see me comin' (nope)
I never wanted to go to space, just point me to the money (go)
I ain't wanna go to college, went straight to the league (I went)
Start sellin' candy in school then I graduated to weed
Hung with the neighborhood OGs but none of the game was free (no)
When they in the kitchen they told us leave, they ain't even want us to see (skrrt-skrrt)
I seen a teenager turn to a crack and it was so depressin' (damn)
It made him age but he nineteen but his hairline regressin' (well, damn)
Them boogie hoes they turned me down they know they missed they blessin'
So broke I remember my girlfriend birthday came it had me stressin' (f*ck)
This duck keep throwin' out subliminals like I wouldn't catch it (catch)
Like I won't send a nigga to the graveyard to send a message
Little bitch just dine and dashed, she ate my dick, couldn't stay for breakfast (eugh)
I'm a human lie detector test, I can peep who really flexin'
It's business it's not personal so don't get all emotional
If it ain't about the money what the f*ck you in a business for?
Blood thicker than water but it's business it's not personal
And if you know like I know you would never take shit personal
It's business it's not personal so don't get all emotional
If it ain't about the money what the f*ck you in a business for?
Blood thicker than water but it's business it's not personal
And if you know like I know you would never take shit personal (go)
I don't know you personally but get some business 'bout yourself (go)
All that bein' a yes man and dick ridin' that shit bad for your health
And when you stand on business, do it solo and please watch your step (well, damn)
And please don't go on IG live self-snitchin' and incriminate yourself
Rap game like the WWF, this shit fake as f*ck
Nigga say he gon' rob me but he have better luck with an armor truck
The blogs keep bringin' my name up in a negative way to frame it up (no)
I got friends and they can't comprehend the way I leveled up (no)
Artist think we friends we really ain't, we just business partners
Go off what you know not what you thin', mind your business partner
I just put a Lambo in each ear, I'm not talkin' Urus (shawty, swing my way)
You ain't worth a hundred million I can't take you serious (it's Gucci)
I'm at The Palms in the pitch spend 25K I'm workin' on my J
Niggas really Js and they be gay so I don't believe nothin' they say
Gucci how long have you been havin' your way? Since y'all done swing my way
Tell the haters I said f*ck 'em go have a nice day, shooter got a Russian AK
It's business it's not personal so don't get all emotional
If it ain't about the money what the f*ck you in a business for?
Blood thicker than water but it's business it's not personal
And if you know like I know you would never take shit personal
It's business it's not personal so don't get all emotional
If it ain't about the money what the f*ck you in a business for?
Blood thicker than water but it's business it's not personal
And if you know like I know you would never take shit personal
I was writin' my raps while tappin' my chest 'cause I ain't even had no beat
I stopped complainin' 'bout my shoes, I saw a man had no feet
Nobody would throw your dog a bone, and I ain't had nothin' to eat
Now niggas wanna sit at Gucci table but I ain't even got no seats (no)
Ain't got no time but nothin' but money, niggas be broke and bummy (bums)
Nigga think I spent mine all on jewelry they must be a dummy (duh)
I'm hidin' in plane sight in they face they don't see me comin' (nope)
I never wanted to go to space, just point me to the money (go)
I ain't wanna go to college, went straight to the league (I went)
Start sellin' candy in school then I graduated to weed
Hung with the neighborhood OGs but none of the game was free (no)
When they in the kitchen they told us leave, they ain't even want us to see (skrrt-skrrt)
I seen a teenager turn to a crack and it was so depressin' (damn)
It made him age but he nineteen but his hairline regressin' (well, damn)
Them boogie hoes they turned me down they know they missed they blessin'
So broke I remember my girlfriend birthday came it had me stressin' (f*ck)
This duck keep throwin' out subliminals like I wouldn't catch it (catch)
Like I won't send a nigga to the graveyard to send a message
Little bitch just dine and dashed, she ate my dick, couldn't stay for breakfast (eugh)
I'm a human lie detector test, I can peep who really flexin'
It's business it's not personal so don't get all emotional
If it ain't about the money what the f*ck you in a business for?
Blood thicker than water but it's business it's not personal
And if you know like I know you would never take shit personal
It's business it's not personal so don't get all emotional
If it ain't about the money what the f*ck you in a business for?
Blood thicker than water but it's business it's not personal
And if you know like I know you would never take shit personal (go)
I don't know you personally but get some business 'bout yourself (go)
All that bein' a yes man and dick ridin' that shit bad for your health
And when you stand on business, do it solo and please watch your step (well, damn)
And please don't go on IG live self-snitchin' and incriminate yourself
Rap game like the WWF, this shit fake as f*ck
Nigga say he gon' rob me but he have better luck with an armor truck
The blogs keep bringin' my name up in a negative way to frame it up (no)
I got friends and they can't comprehend the way I leveled up (no)
Artist think we friends we really ain't, we just business partners
Go off what you know not what you thin', mind your business partner
I just put a Lambo in each ear, I'm not talkin' Urus (shawty, swing my way)
You ain't worth a hundred million I can't take you serious (it's Gucci)
I'm at The Palms in the pitch spend 25K I'm workin' on my J
Niggas really Js and they be gay so I don't believe nothin' they say
Gucci how long have you been havin' your way? Since y'all done swing my way
Tell the haters I said f*ck 'em go have a nice day, shooter got a Russian AK
It's business it's not personal so don't get all emotional
If it ain't about the money what the f*ck you in a business for?
Blood thicker than water but it's business it's not personal
And if you know like I know you would never take shit personal
It's business it's not personal so don't get all emotional
If it ain't about the money what the f*ck you in a business for?
Blood thicker than water but it's business it's not personal
And if you know like I know you would never take shit personal
Writer: Radric Davis, Tyquon Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
King Snipe
[ Featuring Kodak Black ]
Shit, I love Guwop though
Zuwop, 'cause I'm a big Z
Ya heard me?
Know what I'm sayin'?
Shoutout to Gucci, I think that's my dad
You know, I was just jerkin'
(I just told Richie we rich)
Been said, "Whoopty-woop, whoopty-woop"
I was like, "Bet," know that was lyin'
When them bullets had came my way, I say, "I bet Kodak ain't dyin'"
We put murder backwards after, we turned red rum to wine
I'm that nigga that smack all the smackers so I'm the biggest stepper, 5'5
I'm a hot boy, my bitch the coldest, yeah, opposite attract
You got one time to raise your voice in here then I'ma get the strap
I've been chasin' that boy like a fly 'round the house but eventually, I'll get him clapped
All I ever had was the trap, I ain't have me no dad, so I got off my dick, yeah, I jacked
I've been true to this from the jump (uh-huh)
When I do it, consider it done (mm-hmm)
F*ck a shooter, bitch, 'cause I'm one
On point like I'm a dot
I'll swap me a body for a swap
Put a bag right on his top
I got murder all in my eyes, you see it, it's torture in my heart
Beat the pot like it's beef with the dope
Pop Percs, I don't drink, I don't smoke
I'ma leave 'fore I beat on a ho
I'm a Z but I'm P for sure
I've been lowkey, she a swoop
Need codeine with the boot
And I know she cheatin' too
But I ain't finna look for proof
I triple crossed them 'cause I seen it was planned
They tried to count me out, must didn't know how to count (what?)
Told her ring up, and didn't know the amount
Expensive new fabrics I couldn't even pronounce (it's Gucci)
No gun policy, stick in the party
Hope nobody gets out of they body
Got his self hurt, he was full of that molly (damn)
We ain't even wanna have to kill nobody (whoa, ooh)
Ridin' down Ocean like Fast and the Furious (Gucci)
Caught me red-handed, can't crank up the jury (damn)
Your boss is a pussy, your artist so scared (pussy)
Just a matter of time 'fore they take all your jewelry
These young niggas, they done made killin' a sport
They brazen, they'll take a switch to New York
So crazy, kill a pig, turn him into pork
I hope they don't try to get my lyrics in court (it's Gucci)
I've been true to this from the jump
When I do it, consider it done
F*ck a shooter, bitch, 'cause I'm one
On point like I'm a dot
I'll swap me a body for a swap
Put a bag right on his top
I got murder all in my eyes, you see it, it's torture in my heart
Beat the pot like it's beef with the dope
Pop Percs, I don't drink, I don't smoke
I'ma leave 'fore I beat on a ho
I'm a Z but I'm P for sure
I've been lowkey, she a swoop
Need codeine with the boot
And I know she cheatin' too
But I ain't finna look for proof
Man, I got juice but I want the lean
I'm smokin' deuce, I pour green
And I got boot but not on my feet
What did I do?
Caresha, please, baby
Bought you a Ring Pop to be funny
I'll take you to Kay's now if you like it
My Pomeranian puppy a Russian
I brought this lil' beautiful bitch to the ugly
And I'm King Snipe and I came tucked
Yeah, I came tight, you ain't gettin' none
Miami nights, f*ckin' in the club
Shakin' with the dice, it don't really bluff
I made a way, it's only us
Niggas hatin', don't mean much
All I did was run it up
I've been true to this from the jump (uh-huh)
When I do it, consider it done (it done)
F*ck a shooter, bitch, 'cause I'm one (I'm one)
On point like I'm a dot
I'll swap me a body for a swap (uh-huh)
Put a bag right on his top (your head)
I got murder all in my eyes, you see it, it's torture in my heart (it's there)
Beat the pot like it's beef with the dope
Pop Percs, I don't drink, I don't smoke
I'ma leave 'fore I beat on a ho
I'm a Z but I'm P for sure (uh-huh)
I've been lowkey, she a swoop (a swoop)
Need codeine with the boot (she bad and bougie)
And I know she cheatin' too
But I ain't finna look for proof
Writer: Bill Kapri, Fourteen Hongmahasek, Radric Delantic Davis, Tony Son
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
06 Gucci
(Ambezza did it)
Long ghetto hair on my bitch ('06, yeah, '06), yeah (yeah)
Ghetto hair on my bitch ('06)
Look like La Flare in '06
Long ghetto hair on my bitch (it's Gucci)
Yeah (go)
Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane
My lil' nigga, gone off a pill, the nigga walk around like Superman
Somebody calm him down, he boutta shoot the man
Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane
My trunk won't be still, I'ma play the music loud as the music can
You don't like that way I'm ridin'? Catch an Uber then
Yeah, nigga, let's go
Feel like La Flare in '06 (yeah)
Long ghetto hair on my bitch (uh-huh)
I came from them, I wasn't shit (what they do?)
Now they sit there and stare at my whip (okay)
I can't even put it in park (nah)
Somebody down to get hit (yeah)
I need somebody carryin' my fifty
She ran over her man, he a jit
And you could throw my bowl on the floor
I'm a dog (woof, woof), nigga damn near a Pit' (woof, woof)
I don't think none of them niggas with it at all (nah)
Niggas damn near a bitch (none of these niggas)
Only 'bout winter, spring, summer, fall (nah) without my hand on the stick (nah)
And I'll politely pull up in a brand-new car and bend over his bitch (yeah)
Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane
My lil' nigga gone off a pill, the nigga walk around like Superman
Somebody calm him down, he 'bout to shoot the man
Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane
My trunk won't be still, I'ma play the music loud as the music can
You don't like that way I'm ridin'? Catch an Uber then
Yeah, nigga, let's go
I feel like it's me in '06 and '07, '08, and even '09 ('09)
Still hard to kill, the last nigga tried, go ask him, he didn't survive (what happened?)
I was sittin' in the county, the niggas I fronted didn't help, they ain't send me a dime (f*ck 'em)
These niggas be cap, the way I was trappin', went platinum before I was signed (signed)
Geeked up, I stayed out of my mind (geeked)
Still was ahead of my time (Wop)
And I was that man in the middle but made so much profits, you thought it was mine (skrrt)
And everything top of the line (top)
And nothin' ain't changed, I'm still in my prime (brr)
I make it look easy, these niggas some copycats, they'll do whatever to shine (it's Gucci)
Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane (huh?)
My lil' nigga gone off a pill (yeah), the nigga walk around like Superman
Somebody calm him down, he 'bout to shoot the man (huh?)
Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane (huh?)
My trunk won't be still, I'ma play the music loud as the music can
You don't like that way I'm ridin'? Catch an Uber then
Yeah, nigga, let's go
21 (21)
21, pistol whip your mans (21)
She eat the dick with both her hands (21)
Pourin' up Wock', I'm tryna stand (21)
Clap at the opps like I'm a fan (21)
I got a dub for my advance (21)
Hit for a hundred on Moreland Ave
Long live Shawty Lo, bitch, I'm the man (21)
Home invasion, we tryna go loot somethin' (straight up)
Put his face on the stove, thought he knew somethin' (straight up)
You a stepper, then go put your boots on (tsraight up)
He get hit with the K if he move wrong (straight up)
G Block, yeah, I trapped in the school zone (straight up)
You know I'm the wrong nigga to snooze on (21)
Half a ticket on the Rolex blue stone (21)
Reach for it, face shot, cut the news on, pussy (21, 21)
Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane
My lil' nigga gone off a pill, the nigga walk around like Superman
Somebody calm him down, he 'bout to shoot the man
Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane
My trunk won't be still, I'ma play the music loud as the music can
You don't like that way I'm ridin'? Catch an Uber then
Yeah, nigga, let's go
Writer: Jonathan Kirk, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Nik Dean, Radric Delantic Davis, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Pissy
[ Featuring Roddy Ricch, Nardo Wick ]
(Hey, Will)
(Will, what that is?)
Well, damn (do you not get the Koncept?)
Takin' all fades, grandma raised me, I'm from the Westside where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kits, I got Elliott like I'm Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off, it ain't no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy
Hey, put on them Daisy Dukes
Show me what that new Mercedes do
Real trap house, all the pots and pans come with residue
All my young niggas know is some revenue
I'm Anthony Davis when he was at the Pelicans
I don't pull up to court for no settlements
All white and the coupe look angelic
We was lookin' around for the baddest of bitches, so I had to go out and vet it
If they say they want smoke, I got all of the Glocks
'Cause back then, I had to get ahead of it
You my cousin, but you ain't my relative
The outside of the coupe black like melanin
I feel like I'm Dan Bilzerian 'cause I got some Australians
Takin' all fades, Grandma raised me, I'm from the Westside where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kits, I got Elliott like I'm Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off, it ain't no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy (go)
Big yellow Cuban on and it's pissy (ugh)
Rock big blue stones like I'm Nipsey (Nip')
I pop champagne 'til I'm tipsy (huh)
Still be spendin' M's in my sixties (well, damn)
Please don't try the 'Wop 'cause it's risky
Ain't no mystery in my history (no)
Had to turn that boy into Swiss cheese (grrah)
Hit with that switchy, shoot 'til it's empty (go)
Wrist just did a 360 (skrrt), ball like Zion before the injury (ballin')
I ain't broke, you can't fix me (nah), havin' power, feelin' like 50 (50)
Eastside of the city where this shit can get really sticky (6)
Anybody can get it, man, my bullets ain't really picky (no)
In a yellow coupe with a yellow bone with my Jacob on with the yellow stones (brrt)
White stones, Wilma Flintstones, came a long way from a herringbone (well, damn)
All started from a minute-phone, I ran it up and my money long (it's long)
Had to take a chance for two hundred bands 'cause my country boy had a trailer home ('Wop)
Takin' all fades, Grandma raised me, I'm from the Westside where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kits, I got Elliott like I'm Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off, it ain't no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy
Neck look pissy, uh, please don't touch, it's risky, uh
My finger itchin', uh, me and my Glock get busy, uh
They say we litty, uh, I say, "We ain't lit enough"
They say we did it, uh, I say, "We ain't did enough"
I don't hang with sheeps (uh-uh), but I pull up Lamb'
I interrupted his sentence (huh?), before he could talk, blam (grrah)
Cougar ho thirty-seven (uh), she hate when I call her ma'am (don't do that)
She gave me head for an hour, what Gucci say? Well, damn (well, damn)
I got your bitch on a leash (yeah), she don't ever get too far
She make you f*ck in the bed, she let me hit in the car (she let me hit in the car)
Please stop blowin' her up, she with me, you'll see her tomorrow
She say her wishes to me, she know I'm a shootin' star (grrah, grrah)
Takin' all fades, Grandma raised me, I'm from the Westside where it get sticky
And my four wheels come with road kits, I got Elliott like I'm Missy
Stack my bread up, cut the corners off, it ain't no way you could diss me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy
Writer: Avery Haliburton, Horace B. Walls III, Paul Penso, Radric Davis, Rodrick Moore Jr., William Benoit
Copyright: Lyrics © INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY COLLECTIONS, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY COLLECTIONS, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Say No Mo
(Zaytoven)
Haan, haan (Zaytoven)
Zig, Zig
In that pocket, in that mothaf*ckin' pocket
Haan, burr
East Atlanta Santa, nigga (yeah, it's gettin' cold out here)
The return (I'm free)
Convertibles in the winter time (haha)
Ha (catch up, go)
I'm Guwop the creator, I gives a f*ck 'bout a hater
I want more paper than Oprah, I sell more okra than Kroger (wow)
They say Guwop, man, you local and plus your daddy a smoker
Man, I'm a hood stock broker, it ain't nobody doper
Man, I'm too fresh for the city I should move out the country (yoom)
They say nobody showed me love but f*ck it show me the money
The best dressed in the game I should walk down the runway
I'm in my Maybach jammin' Ross and I'm so ready for Gunplay
You wanna be the next Gucci, you might get there one day
You wanna meet Gucci, I be in Magic every Monday
Trash bag full of cash, I walk out with the swag (wow)
You know my engine in the back and my tops in the trash (Wop)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout cash say no mo', say no mo' (haan)
If that bitch ain't givin' no ass up say no mo', say no mo' (damn)
If two hunnid ain't on your dashboard say no mo', say no mo' (go, go)
If it ain't no stamps in your passport say no mo', say no mo' (haan)
Say no mo', say no mo', say no mothaf*ckin' mo' (go)
Say no mo', say no mo', say no mothaf*ckin' mo' (haan)
If you niggas ain't get no money say no mo', say no mo' (haan, haan)
If you bitches ain't talkin' 'bout bread say no mo', say no mo'
You better listen to pimpin' I put that bitch in position (yeah)
I f*cked her in so many different mothaf*ckin' positions
That the bitch walked out that hotel limpin'
I'm tryna beat the bitch like a nigga just got out of prison (damn)
Versace linen on my bed, man, they match my denim
Helmut Lang and Buscemi, man, they match my pimpin'
Cartier with clear lenses please don't cloud my vision (yeah)
And don't nobody f*ck with Gucci Mane kitchen (skrrt)
Gucci Mane and Tiggy man this classic to me (Tiggy)
You say your baby daddy broke, damn, that's tragic to me (well, damn)
You just called me three times that's harassment to me (hello?)
Nigga go and get some money and get the f*ck away from me (Wop)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout cash say no mo', say no mo' (haan)
If that bitch ain't givin' no ass up say no mo', say no mo' (damn)
If two hunnid ain't on your dashboard say no mo', say no mo' (go, go)
If it ain't no stamps in your passport say no mo', say no mo' (haan)
Say no mo', say no mo', say no mothaf*ckin' mo' (go)
Say no mo', say no mo', say no mothaf*ckin' mo' (haan)
If you niggas ain't get no money say no mo', say no mo' (haan, haan)
If you bitches ain't talkin' 'bout bread say no mo', say no mo' (Wop)
Haan, haan (Zaytoven)
Zig, Zig
In that pocket, in that mothaf*ckin' pocket
Haan, burr
East Atlanta Santa, nigga (yeah, it's gettin' cold out here)
The return (I'm free)
Convertibles in the winter time (haha)
Ha (catch up, go)
I'm Guwop the creator, I gives a f*ck 'bout a hater
I want more paper than Oprah, I sell more okra than Kroger (wow)
They say Guwop, man, you local and plus your daddy a smoker
Man, I'm a hood stock broker, it ain't nobody doper
Man, I'm too fresh for the city I should move out the country (yoom)
They say nobody showed me love but f*ck it show me the money
The best dressed in the game I should walk down the runway
I'm in my Maybach jammin' Ross and I'm so ready for Gunplay
You wanna be the next Gucci, you might get there one day
You wanna meet Gucci, I be in Magic every Monday
Trash bag full of cash, I walk out with the swag (wow)
You know my engine in the back and my tops in the trash (Wop)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout cash say no mo', say no mo' (haan)
If that bitch ain't givin' no ass up say no mo', say no mo' (damn)
If two hunnid ain't on your dashboard say no mo', say no mo' (go, go)
If it ain't no stamps in your passport say no mo', say no mo' (haan)
Say no mo', say no mo', say no mothaf*ckin' mo' (go)
Say no mo', say no mo', say no mothaf*ckin' mo' (haan)
If you niggas ain't get no money say no mo', say no mo' (haan, haan)
If you bitches ain't talkin' 'bout bread say no mo', say no mo'
You better listen to pimpin' I put that bitch in position (yeah)
I f*cked her in so many different mothaf*ckin' positions
That the bitch walked out that hotel limpin'
I'm tryna beat the bitch like a nigga just got out of prison (damn)
Versace linen on my bed, man, they match my denim
Helmut Lang and Buscemi, man, they match my pimpin'
Cartier with clear lenses please don't cloud my vision (yeah)
And don't nobody f*ck with Gucci Mane kitchen (skrrt)
Gucci Mane and Tiggy man this classic to me (Tiggy)
You say your baby daddy broke, damn, that's tragic to me (well, damn)
You just called me three times that's harassment to me (hello?)
Nigga go and get some money and get the f*ck away from me (Wop)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout cash say no mo', say no mo' (haan)
If that bitch ain't givin' no ass up say no mo', say no mo' (damn)
If two hunnid ain't on your dashboard say no mo', say no mo' (go, go)
If it ain't no stamps in your passport say no mo', say no mo' (haan)
Say no mo', say no mo', say no mothaf*ckin' mo' (go)
Say no mo', say no mo', say no mothaf*ckin' mo' (haan)
If you niggas ain't get no money say no mo', say no mo' (haan, haan)
If you bitches ain't talkin' 'bout bread say no mo', say no mo' (Wop)
Writer: Radric Davis, Xavier Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Married with Millions
Huh
Yeah
Brr
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Go
I'm married with millions (huh), I'm married with millions (huh?)
I'm married with millions (huh?), I'm married with millions (Wop)
Said f*ck an entourage, it's 'bout my wife and children
They said, "Guwop, where you been?" Been tryna stack a billion (huh)
I'm married with millions, I'm married with millions (yeah)
I'm married with millions, I'm married with millions (yeah)
My house so goddamn big, this shit look like a building (huh)
They like, "Guwop, where you been?" I been wheelin' and dealin' (go)
This a lowdown dirty industry, it's full of envy (hate)
Niggas wearin' costumes, they ain't who they pretendin' (fake)
Remember when I first got hot, niggas tried to befriend me (hot, hot, hot)
I had one bad episode and they held it against me (well, damn)
Had a real close friend, found out he was snitchin' (wow)
I didn't really give a f*ck, it was none of my business (give a f*ck)
Nigga took the stand on me and got me convicted
Talkin' 'bout aggravated assault, some shit 'bout a pool stick (Wop)
Champagne bottle 'cross the head and they blamin' the convict
Why they always bring my name up whenever it's conflict? (Wop)
Say I threw her out the what? Them people was lyin'
When the judge gon' believe me? When pigs start flyin'?
I'm married with millions, I'm married with millions (huh)
I'm married with millions, I'm married with millions (yeah)
Said f*ck an entourage, it's 'bout my wife and children (f*ck 'em)
They said, "Guwop, where you been?" Been tryna stack a billion (cha-ching)
I'm married with millions (wow), I'm married with millions (woah)
I'm married with millions (huh?), I'm married with millions (well, damn)
My house so goddamn big, this shit look like a building (it's big)
They like, "Guwop, where you been?" I been wheelin' and dealin'
Main priority right now is just Ice and Iceland (Ice)
I remember in '06, I had the icy Breitling (brr)
Had a fistfight in Rice Street, them boys was knifin' (knife)
Just freed my homeboy Ralph, that boy had life, man (woah)
Free my nigga Grant quick, he doin' a life (life)
Free my nigga Tank too, he gave me advice (free him)
Said, "Be thankful for your kids and thankful for your wife" (mwah)
"You done did it once, so get out there and do it twice" (go)
Exotic coupes with features and exotic beaches (wow)
I do it for the fam, I cut off all the leeches (facts)
The streets taught me a lot, it was my greatest teacher (woah)
I'm not the best role model, I am not a preacher (Guwop)
I'm married with millions, I'm married with millions (huh)
I'm married with millions, I'm married with millions (yeah)
Said f*ck an entourage, it's 'bout my wife and children (f*ck 'em)
They said, "Guwop, where you been?" Been tryna stack a billion (cha-ching)
I'm married with millions (wow), I'm married with millions (woah)
I'm married with millions (huh?), I'm married with millions (well, damn)
My house so goddamn big, this shit look like a building (it's big)
They like, "Guwop, where you been?" I been wheelin' and dealin'
Yeah
Brr
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Go
I'm married with millions (huh), I'm married with millions (huh?)
I'm married with millions (huh?), I'm married with millions (Wop)
Said f*ck an entourage, it's 'bout my wife and children
They said, "Guwop, where you been?" Been tryna stack a billion (huh)
I'm married with millions, I'm married with millions (yeah)
I'm married with millions, I'm married with millions (yeah)
My house so goddamn big, this shit look like a building (huh)
They like, "Guwop, where you been?" I been wheelin' and dealin' (go)
This a lowdown dirty industry, it's full of envy (hate)
Niggas wearin' costumes, they ain't who they pretendin' (fake)
Remember when I first got hot, niggas tried to befriend me (hot, hot, hot)
I had one bad episode and they held it against me (well, damn)
Had a real close friend, found out he was snitchin' (wow)
I didn't really give a f*ck, it was none of my business (give a f*ck)
Nigga took the stand on me and got me convicted
Talkin' 'bout aggravated assault, some shit 'bout a pool stick (Wop)
Champagne bottle 'cross the head and they blamin' the convict
Why they always bring my name up whenever it's conflict? (Wop)
Say I threw her out the what? Them people was lyin'
When the judge gon' believe me? When pigs start flyin'?
I'm married with millions, I'm married with millions (huh)
I'm married with millions, I'm married with millions (yeah)
Said f*ck an entourage, it's 'bout my wife and children (f*ck 'em)
They said, "Guwop, where you been?" Been tryna stack a billion (cha-ching)
I'm married with millions (wow), I'm married with millions (woah)
I'm married with millions (huh?), I'm married with millions (well, damn)
My house so goddamn big, this shit look like a building (it's big)
They like, "Guwop, where you been?" I been wheelin' and dealin'
Main priority right now is just Ice and Iceland (Ice)
I remember in '06, I had the icy Breitling (brr)
Had a fistfight in Rice Street, them boys was knifin' (knife)
Just freed my homeboy Ralph, that boy had life, man (woah)
Free my nigga Grant quick, he doin' a life (life)
Free my nigga Tank too, he gave me advice (free him)
Said, "Be thankful for your kids and thankful for your wife" (mwah)
"You done did it once, so get out there and do it twice" (go)
Exotic coupes with features and exotic beaches (wow)
I do it for the fam, I cut off all the leeches (facts)
The streets taught me a lot, it was my greatest teacher (woah)
I'm not the best role model, I am not a preacher (Guwop)
I'm married with millions, I'm married with millions (huh)
I'm married with millions, I'm married with millions (yeah)
Said f*ck an entourage, it's 'bout my wife and children (f*ck 'em)
They said, "Guwop, where you been?" Been tryna stack a billion (cha-ching)
I'm married with millions (wow), I'm married with millions (woah)
I'm married with millions (huh?), I'm married with millions (well, damn)
My house so goddamn big, this shit look like a building (it's big)
They like, "Guwop, where you been?" I been wheelin' and dealin'
Writer: Radric Delantic Davis, Tiquon Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Woppenheimer
Broke people like bringin' up the past, I'm talkin' recently (what the f*ck?)
I know what I did for you, but what you did for me? (What you did for me?)
Shoutout to my wife, she had a daughter and a son for me (my son)
Shoutout to my brother, down bad, he made that bond for me (he made that bond)
Taught me never ever leave the house without my gun with me (no)
I remember bein' broke and kids tried to make fun of me (to make fun of me)
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe, it look like a bumblebee (skrrt)
I thank God for that lil' bitty time because it humbled me (thank the Lord)
Pull up, haters mumblin', they had a bag and fumbled it (they fumbled it)
I ran my money up, then put it up and kept on runnin' it (go)
Last of a dyin' breed, it ain't no "I" in "Team"
But it is an "I" in "Win," so pass the ball to me (Wop)
I don't do much reminiscin', I'm focused on the mission
Good and some bad memories, but we weren't really friendly (nah)
Niggas out here faking injuries, you can't rely on them
I'm Gucci Mane, I'm playin' hurt, but I got my eye on them (it's Gucci)
These rappers nowadays, gotta search 'em, might have a wire on 'em
One nigga tried to send a spy, I dropped the bag on him (what the f*ck?)
One nigga died tryna hit a lick, died with his mask on him
His gang wasn't even there to help, died with his flag on him (it's Gucci)
Broke people like bringin' up the past, I'm talkin' recently (what the f*ck?)
I know what I did for you, but what you did for me? (What you did for me?)
Shoutout to my wife, she had a daughter and a son for me (my son)
Shoutout to my brother, down bad, he made that bond for me (he made that bond)
Taught me never ever leave the house without my gun with me (no)
I remember bein' broke and kids tried to make fun of me (to make fun of me)
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe, it look like a bumblebee (skrrt)
I thank God for that lil' bitty time because it humbled me (thank the Lord)
He was hot in early 2000, but what 'bout recently? (What 'bout now?)
Long as I'm rich, I'm gon' be relevant, live decently (I'm gon' be rich)
This Gucci hate train go, "Choo-choo," and it don't bother me (choo-choo)
I don't want shit from you suckers, not even an apology (not even)
Haters keep my name in they mouth, but won't acknowledge me (what the f*ck?)
These rappers burnt out and they broke now, I see it, honestly (I see it)
My nigga went and did a whole dub, he got out recently (he got out)
But he linked up with a whole gang of scrubs who won't compete with me (damn)
These niggas do ho shit for attention, they don't got beef with me
Please keep my name out all of your mentions 'cause that ain't street to me ('cause that ain't)
These bitches gon' talk 'bout me forever, I'm somethin' like ecstasy (I'm somethin' like X)
But I'ma chase the paper, not pussy, 'cause that's my specialty (it's Gucci)
Broke people like bringin' up the past, I'm talkin' recently (what the f*ck?)
I know what I did for you, but what you did for me? (What you did for me?)
Shoutout to my wife, she had a daughter and a son for me (my son)
Shoutout to my brother, down bad, he made that bond for me (he made that bond)
Taught me never ever leave the house without my gun with me (no)
I remember bein' broke and kids tried to make fun of me (to make fun of me)
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe, it look like a bumblebee (skrrt)
I thank God for that lil' bitty time because it humbled me (thank the Lord)
I know what I did for you, but what you did for me? (What you did for me?)
Shoutout to my wife, she had a daughter and a son for me (my son)
Shoutout to my brother, down bad, he made that bond for me (he made that bond)
Taught me never ever leave the house without my gun with me (no)
I remember bein' broke and kids tried to make fun of me (to make fun of me)
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe, it look like a bumblebee (skrrt)
I thank God for that lil' bitty time because it humbled me (thank the Lord)
Pull up, haters mumblin', they had a bag and fumbled it (they fumbled it)
I ran my money up, then put it up and kept on runnin' it (go)
Last of a dyin' breed, it ain't no "I" in "Team"
But it is an "I" in "Win," so pass the ball to me (Wop)
I don't do much reminiscin', I'm focused on the mission
Good and some bad memories, but we weren't really friendly (nah)
Niggas out here faking injuries, you can't rely on them
I'm Gucci Mane, I'm playin' hurt, but I got my eye on them (it's Gucci)
These rappers nowadays, gotta search 'em, might have a wire on 'em
One nigga tried to send a spy, I dropped the bag on him (what the f*ck?)
One nigga died tryna hit a lick, died with his mask on him
His gang wasn't even there to help, died with his flag on him (it's Gucci)
Broke people like bringin' up the past, I'm talkin' recently (what the f*ck?)
I know what I did for you, but what you did for me? (What you did for me?)
Shoutout to my wife, she had a daughter and a son for me (my son)
Shoutout to my brother, down bad, he made that bond for me (he made that bond)
Taught me never ever leave the house without my gun with me (no)
I remember bein' broke and kids tried to make fun of me (to make fun of me)
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe, it look like a bumblebee (skrrt)
I thank God for that lil' bitty time because it humbled me (thank the Lord)
He was hot in early 2000, but what 'bout recently? (What 'bout now?)
Long as I'm rich, I'm gon' be relevant, live decently (I'm gon' be rich)
This Gucci hate train go, "Choo-choo," and it don't bother me (choo-choo)
I don't want shit from you suckers, not even an apology (not even)
Haters keep my name in they mouth, but won't acknowledge me (what the f*ck?)
These rappers burnt out and they broke now, I see it, honestly (I see it)
My nigga went and did a whole dub, he got out recently (he got out)
But he linked up with a whole gang of scrubs who won't compete with me (damn)
These niggas do ho shit for attention, they don't got beef with me
Please keep my name out all of your mentions 'cause that ain't street to me ('cause that ain't)
These bitches gon' talk 'bout me forever, I'm somethin' like ecstasy (I'm somethin' like X)
But I'ma chase the paper, not pussy, 'cause that's my specialty (it's Gucci)
Broke people like bringin' up the past, I'm talkin' recently (what the f*ck?)
I know what I did for you, but what you did for me? (What you did for me?)
Shoutout to my wife, she had a daughter and a son for me (my son)
Shoutout to my brother, down bad, he made that bond for me (he made that bond)
Taught me never ever leave the house without my gun with me (no)
I remember bein' broke and kids tried to make fun of me (to make fun of me)
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe, it look like a bumblebee (skrrt)
I thank God for that lil' bitty time because it humbled me (thank the Lord)
Writer: Radric Delantic Davis, Tiquon Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Now Its Real
Nah
I could've been in prison with a hundred years
Yet I woke up in a mansion with two hundred mill' (huh)
Had to let go of the lean and get off the pills (the lean)
Cut a couple niggas off 'cause they didn't keep it real (f*ck 'em)
My life is beautiful like Snoop Dogg and Pharrell (Pharrell)
Used to dream of livin' like that but now it's real (it's real)
Remember I was sellin' Ps like that rip for real (for real)
Now I play this shit right, I retire with a bill' (a bill')
My car it cost two million, my watch cost a ticket (what the f*ck?)
Worth a quarter billion now, and now I'm talkin' liquid (you lyin')
I'm hurtin' these haters feelings, mama said I'm gifted (my mama)
They say my label cursed, I guess the curse lifted (it's lifted)
My coupe an immigrant, it ain't even shipped (it's shipped)
I wired half a milli when it first was built (this shit built)
I never been a snitch, that's not how I was built (nah)
On a mission and I hop out, sweep the colored pill (pill)
Cut from a different cloth, this a whole 'nother quilt
I got so many whips, could start a dealership (a dealership)
They all delusional, I never needed them (f*ck 'em)
I'm like the godfather, help the needy ones (the needy ones)
These niggas got no motion 'cause they greedy bums (they bums)
I slum valley alone, product of the slums (the 6)
They treat me like the don 'cause I'm one of the ones (the one)
You niggas don't shoot guns, y'all just bumpin' your gums
I could've been in prison with a hundred years
Yet I woke up in a mansion with two hundred mill' (huh)
Had to let go of the lean and get off the pills (the lean)
Cut a couple niggas off 'cause they didn't keep it real (f*ck 'em)
My life is beautiful like Snoop Dogg and Pharrell (Pharrell)
Used to dream of livin' like that but now it's real (it's real)
Remember I was sellin' Ps like that rip for real (for real)
Now I play this shit right, I retire with a bill' (go)
Everyone obsessed with drillin', I don't wanna drill (nah)
Young nigga take it from me, that ain't how to live (live)
Used to have to make a sale just to pay the bills (damn)
I don't like to even reminisce, it give me chills (brr)
My car look like a fish out on land without the gills (woah)
My rims so tall, my lil' boy damn near can fit in the wheels (Ice)
Used to have to bring the cash, now I cut the cheque (cheque)
Used to wake up in a cell, now I'm on a jet (jet)
Used to have to pay to play with nowhere to stay (nowhere to stay)
Nigga keep lookin' for Ray, he done took the yay (pyoom)
I done stacked so many ms, I had to move away (I'm gone)
R.I.P. my daddy, he wouldn't put the booze away (R.I.P. my daddy)
I know we all gon' make mistakes, this shit make or break (a brick)
I spent a million dollars on it but still lost the case (what the f*ck?)
I got a loyal fanbase, they won't go away (my fans)
These folks still listen to me, each and every single day (it's Gucci)
I could've been in prison with a hundred years
Yet I woke up in a mansion with two hundred mill' (huh)
Had to let go of the lean and get off the pills (the lean)
Cut a couple niggas off 'cause they didn't keep it real (f*ck 'em)
My life is beautiful like Snoop Dogg and Pharrell (Pharrell)
Used to dream of livin' like that but now it's real (it's real)
Remember I was sellin' Ps like that rip for real (for real)
Now I play this shit right, I retire with a bill'
I could've been in prison with a hundred years
Yet I woke up in a mansion with two hundred mill' (huh)
Had to let go of the lean and get off the pills (the lean)
Cut a couple niggas off 'cause they didn't keep it real (f*ck 'em)
My life is beautiful like Snoop Dogg and Pharrell (Pharrell)
Used to dream of livin' like that but now it's real (it's real)
Remember I was sellin' Ps like that rip for real (for real)
Now I play this shit right, I retire with a bill' (a bill')
My car it cost two million, my watch cost a ticket (what the f*ck?)
Worth a quarter billion now, and now I'm talkin' liquid (you lyin')
I'm hurtin' these haters feelings, mama said I'm gifted (my mama)
They say my label cursed, I guess the curse lifted (it's lifted)
My coupe an immigrant, it ain't even shipped (it's shipped)
I wired half a milli when it first was built (this shit built)
I never been a snitch, that's not how I was built (nah)
On a mission and I hop out, sweep the colored pill (pill)
Cut from a different cloth, this a whole 'nother quilt
I got so many whips, could start a dealership (a dealership)
They all delusional, I never needed them (f*ck 'em)
I'm like the godfather, help the needy ones (the needy ones)
These niggas got no motion 'cause they greedy bums (they bums)
I slum valley alone, product of the slums (the 6)
They treat me like the don 'cause I'm one of the ones (the one)
You niggas don't shoot guns, y'all just bumpin' your gums
I could've been in prison with a hundred years
Yet I woke up in a mansion with two hundred mill' (huh)
Had to let go of the lean and get off the pills (the lean)
Cut a couple niggas off 'cause they didn't keep it real (f*ck 'em)
My life is beautiful like Snoop Dogg and Pharrell (Pharrell)
Used to dream of livin' like that but now it's real (it's real)
Remember I was sellin' Ps like that rip for real (for real)
Now I play this shit right, I retire with a bill' (go)
Everyone obsessed with drillin', I don't wanna drill (nah)
Young nigga take it from me, that ain't how to live (live)
Used to have to make a sale just to pay the bills (damn)
I don't like to even reminisce, it give me chills (brr)
My car look like a fish out on land without the gills (woah)
My rims so tall, my lil' boy damn near can fit in the wheels (Ice)
Used to have to bring the cash, now I cut the cheque (cheque)
Used to wake up in a cell, now I'm on a jet (jet)
Used to have to pay to play with nowhere to stay (nowhere to stay)
Nigga keep lookin' for Ray, he done took the yay (pyoom)
I done stacked so many ms, I had to move away (I'm gone)
R.I.P. my daddy, he wouldn't put the booze away (R.I.P. my daddy)
I know we all gon' make mistakes, this shit make or break (a brick)
I spent a million dollars on it but still lost the case (what the f*ck?)
I got a loyal fanbase, they won't go away (my fans)
These folks still listen to me, each and every single day (it's Gucci)
I could've been in prison with a hundred years
Yet I woke up in a mansion with two hundred mill' (huh)
Had to let go of the lean and get off the pills (the lean)
Cut a couple niggas off 'cause they didn't keep it real (f*ck 'em)
My life is beautiful like Snoop Dogg and Pharrell (Pharrell)
Used to dream of livin' like that but now it's real (it's real)
Remember I was sellin' Ps like that rip for real (for real)
Now I play this shit right, I retire with a bill'
Writer: Radric Delantic Davis, Tiquon Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Broken Hearted
Can anybody cure me from a broken heart?
And put it back together 'cause it fell apart
The blind leadin' the blind, we walkin' in the dark
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Go
Can anybody cure me from a broken heart?
And put it back together 'cause it broke apart (damn)
The blind leadin' the blind, we walkin' in the dark
I think that it's contagious, we forever scarred (scarred)
Put diamonds on our chests to ease our achin' heart (burr)
So I keep you close to me so we never apart
You know it comes to light what happens in the dark
No matter what, it still can't ease my broken heart (go)
I'm just sittin' here with my thoughts, thinkin' 'bout these wars I fought (wars)
And all the flights I caught and all this ice I bought (for what?)
We used to pray for sunny days to take the rain away (the rain)
Guess all the money and the fame can't take the pain away (damn)
Been one a hell of a year, lost two of my closest peers (f*ck)
Still can't believe it's real or process they ain't here (it's real?)
The robbers on they job (for real?), the police got a job (for real?)
Man, rapping's a dangerous job, so I move like the mob (for real)
No, they can't beat me or defeat me 'less I catch a charge (no)
But I ain't gon' make it easy for 'em, I'ma make it hard (hard)
Say only God can judge (judge), but that's just a façade (façade)
'Cause if you live by the sword, you get judged by the judge (judge)
'Cause these niggas crash dummies (crash dummies)
These niggas really flunkies (really flunkies)
Please don't try to run up, get done up just like that last dummy (grrah)
Hood full of walkin' zombies (zombies)
These niggas really junkies (junkies)
But it ain't just in me, it's on me, so I move like the army (it's Gucci)
Can anybody cure me from a broken heart?
And put it back together 'cause it broke apart (damn)
The blind leadin' the blind, we walkin' in the dark
I think that it's contagious, we forever scarred (scarred)
Put diamonds on our chests to ease our achin' heart (burr)
So I keep you close to me so we never apart
You know it comes to light what happens in the dark
No matter what, it still can't ease my broken heart
Spent Christmas in a cell
My birthday in a jail (f*ck)
Couldn't even use the phone, folks had to send me mail (mail)
They all prayed that I fail (they prayed)
Somehow, I still prevail (stayed)
Guess only God can judge (God) and only time will tell (time)
Can't tell the good part of the story and leave out the bad part (huh?)
You out of sight, you out of mind and that's the really sad part (facts)
Didn't wanna listen, mama told him that his head was hard (mom)
Didn't have no vest on, heard they shot him, hit him in the heart
You know it always come to light what happens in the dark (true)
My life look pretty, but my past ugly as Bubba Sparxxx
R.I.P. Young Dolph, forever you'll be in my heart (in my heart)
R.I.P. to Take' and Scarr, that shit just broke my heart (Lord)
Can anybody cure me from a broken heart?
And put it back together 'cause it broke apart (damn)
The blind leadin' the blind, we walkin' in the dark
I think that it's contagious, we forever scarred (scarred)
Put diamonds on our chests to ease our achin' heart (burr)
So I keep you close to me so we never apart
You know it comes to light what happens in the dark
No matter what, it still can't ease my broken heart
First 2Pac died, then Biggie died and it greatly impacted me
Then history repeated itself, repeated itself, repeated itself
First 2Pac died, then Biggie died and it greatly impacted me
Then history repeated itself, repeated itself, repeated itself
Damn
And put it back together 'cause it fell apart
The blind leadin' the blind, we walkin' in the dark
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Go
Can anybody cure me from a broken heart?
And put it back together 'cause it broke apart (damn)
The blind leadin' the blind, we walkin' in the dark
I think that it's contagious, we forever scarred (scarred)
Put diamonds on our chests to ease our achin' heart (burr)
So I keep you close to me so we never apart
You know it comes to light what happens in the dark
No matter what, it still can't ease my broken heart (go)
I'm just sittin' here with my thoughts, thinkin' 'bout these wars I fought (wars)
And all the flights I caught and all this ice I bought (for what?)
We used to pray for sunny days to take the rain away (the rain)
Guess all the money and the fame can't take the pain away (damn)
Been one a hell of a year, lost two of my closest peers (f*ck)
Still can't believe it's real or process they ain't here (it's real?)
The robbers on they job (for real?), the police got a job (for real?)
Man, rapping's a dangerous job, so I move like the mob (for real)
No, they can't beat me or defeat me 'less I catch a charge (no)
But I ain't gon' make it easy for 'em, I'ma make it hard (hard)
Say only God can judge (judge), but that's just a façade (façade)
'Cause if you live by the sword, you get judged by the judge (judge)
'Cause these niggas crash dummies (crash dummies)
These niggas really flunkies (really flunkies)
Please don't try to run up, get done up just like that last dummy (grrah)
Hood full of walkin' zombies (zombies)
These niggas really junkies (junkies)
But it ain't just in me, it's on me, so I move like the army (it's Gucci)
Can anybody cure me from a broken heart?
And put it back together 'cause it broke apart (damn)
The blind leadin' the blind, we walkin' in the dark
I think that it's contagious, we forever scarred (scarred)
Put diamonds on our chests to ease our achin' heart (burr)
So I keep you close to me so we never apart
You know it comes to light what happens in the dark
No matter what, it still can't ease my broken heart
Spent Christmas in a cell
My birthday in a jail (f*ck)
Couldn't even use the phone, folks had to send me mail (mail)
They all prayed that I fail (they prayed)
Somehow, I still prevail (stayed)
Guess only God can judge (God) and only time will tell (time)
Can't tell the good part of the story and leave out the bad part (huh?)
You out of sight, you out of mind and that's the really sad part (facts)
Didn't wanna listen, mama told him that his head was hard (mom)
Didn't have no vest on, heard they shot him, hit him in the heart
You know it always come to light what happens in the dark (true)
My life look pretty, but my past ugly as Bubba Sparxxx
R.I.P. Young Dolph, forever you'll be in my heart (in my heart)
R.I.P. to Take' and Scarr, that shit just broke my heart (Lord)
Can anybody cure me from a broken heart?
And put it back together 'cause it broke apart (damn)
The blind leadin' the blind, we walkin' in the dark
I think that it's contagious, we forever scarred (scarred)
Put diamonds on our chests to ease our achin' heart (burr)
So I keep you close to me so we never apart
You know it comes to light what happens in the dark
No matter what, it still can't ease my broken heart
First 2Pac died, then Biggie died and it greatly impacted me
Then history repeated itself, repeated itself, repeated itself
First 2Pac died, then Biggie died and it greatly impacted me
Then history repeated itself, repeated itself, repeated itself
Damn
Writer: Radric Delantic Davis, Tiquon Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Hurt People
I know there's a lot of folks dealin' with a lot
It's been one hell of a last two years
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Hurt people, hurt people
Hurt people hurt people (facts)
Let's examine the fact why people hurt people
Poor, rich or white or black all share this earth people (well, damn)
Hurt people, hurt people
Hurt people hurt people (facts)
Let's examine the fact why people hurt people
'Cause they hurt, so they hurt people (go)
I'm thinkin' 'bout the words I had to search people (the right ones)
Let's talk about how hurt people hurt people (even your day ones)
Some put 'em in the dirt I mean they murk people
So sad to see your homeboy on a shirt people (damn)
I pray one day we all know gon' know our worth people (Lord)
Our curse we black so it started from birth people
I heard this lady killed her husband he wasn't sleepin' with her (woah)
But her pops had left her mom she been had daddy issues (damn)
Saw my partner shoot his brother over a couple dollars (bruh)
It gets deep 'cause they grew up without no f*ckin' father (sad)
My daddy love me but didn't love me like that f*ckin' bottle
I watch my momma fight her sisters I was just a toddler (mom)
Hurt people (hurt), hurt people
Hurt people hurt people
Let's examine the fact why people hurt people
Poor, rich or white or black all share this earth people
Hurt people, hurt people
Hurt people hurt people
Let's examine the fact why people hurt people
'Cause they hurt, so they hurt people
They say that hurt people hurt people well I'm the f*ckin' model
Them niggas robbed me a couple times then I turned to a robber
I had to look straight in the mirror and say, "I'm the problem"
Life kept givin' me tests I didn't even know how to solve them (well, damn)
I damn near went completely numb, I wasn't even feelin' shit (nah)
I had a lot of pent up trauma I wasn't dealin' with
Self medicatin', a pint a day leads to an early death
Oh, that's the Wop y'all want well hope that y'all don't hold y'all breath
The shit I said and did, I'm grown, I had to blame myself
Now there's no one to blame 'cause I'm the only one that's left (myself)
A nigga tried to claim my body just to gain a rep
But he so hurt and desperate really that's a cry for help (help)
Hurt people, hurt people
Hurt people hurt people
Let's examine the fact why people hurt people
Poor, rich or white or black all share this earth people
Hurt people, hurt people
Hurt people hurt people
Let's examine the fact why people hurt people
'Cause they hurt, so they hurt people
It's been one hell of a last two years
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Hurt people, hurt people
Hurt people hurt people (facts)
Let's examine the fact why people hurt people
Poor, rich or white or black all share this earth people (well, damn)
Hurt people, hurt people
Hurt people hurt people (facts)
Let's examine the fact why people hurt people
'Cause they hurt, so they hurt people (go)
I'm thinkin' 'bout the words I had to search people (the right ones)
Let's talk about how hurt people hurt people (even your day ones)
Some put 'em in the dirt I mean they murk people
So sad to see your homeboy on a shirt people (damn)
I pray one day we all know gon' know our worth people (Lord)
Our curse we black so it started from birth people
I heard this lady killed her husband he wasn't sleepin' with her (woah)
But her pops had left her mom she been had daddy issues (damn)
Saw my partner shoot his brother over a couple dollars (bruh)
It gets deep 'cause they grew up without no f*ckin' father (sad)
My daddy love me but didn't love me like that f*ckin' bottle
I watch my momma fight her sisters I was just a toddler (mom)
Hurt people (hurt), hurt people
Hurt people hurt people
Let's examine the fact why people hurt people
Poor, rich or white or black all share this earth people
Hurt people, hurt people
Hurt people hurt people
Let's examine the fact why people hurt people
'Cause they hurt, so they hurt people
They say that hurt people hurt people well I'm the f*ckin' model
Them niggas robbed me a couple times then I turned to a robber
I had to look straight in the mirror and say, "I'm the problem"
Life kept givin' me tests I didn't even know how to solve them (well, damn)
I damn near went completely numb, I wasn't even feelin' shit (nah)
I had a lot of pent up trauma I wasn't dealin' with
Self medicatin', a pint a day leads to an early death
Oh, that's the Wop y'all want well hope that y'all don't hold y'all breath
The shit I said and did, I'm grown, I had to blame myself
Now there's no one to blame 'cause I'm the only one that's left (myself)
A nigga tried to claim my body just to gain a rep
But he so hurt and desperate really that's a cry for help (help)
Hurt people, hurt people
Hurt people hurt people
Let's examine the fact why people hurt people
Poor, rich or white or black all share this earth people
Hurt people, hurt people
Hurt people hurt people
Let's examine the fact why people hurt people
'Cause they hurt, so they hurt people
Writer: Radric Davis, Tiwuon Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
By The Water
I just want a house by the water
Huh
Wizzop, haha
It's Gucci (burr)
(Zaytoven)
Huh
I just want a house by the water (yeah)
And a bitch that pussy drip like water (mwah)
And a watch that drip drip like water (burr)
It's like the money keep flowin' like water
Pussy paint job wet like water
Sloppy blow job wet like water (eugh)
It's like the brick just came across the water (go)
And I'm 'bout to drop them bitches in the water (skrrt)
I used to serve a country boy in South Georgia
I charged him eighty-five hundred for a quarter (well, damn)
He tried to snitch on me get his time shorter (pussy)
I used a stick on him now his life shorter (grrah-grrah)
Man, I'm 'bout to buy a house in South Florida (Florida)
F*ck a backyard I wanna see water (water)
I'm lookin' for a new jet f*ck Charter (f*ck 'em)
Broke bitch kick rocks ride MARTA (woo)
Somebody said rich niggas work harder (huh?)
I know the truth rich niggas grind smarter (yeah)
I came home and got the game in order (huh)
Twin Glocks and they look like twin daughters
I just want a house by the water (yeah)
And a bitch that pussy drip like water (mwah)
And a watch that drip drip like water (burr)
It's like the money keep flowin' like water
Pussy paint job wet like water
Sloppy blow job wet like water (eugh, eugh)
It's like the brick just came across the water (go, go)
And I'm 'bout to drop them bitches in the water (skrrt-skrrt)
Just signed a book deal I'm a new author
To all you new rappers I'm your new father
F*ck all that rap beefin' bitches gettin' slaughtered
That's how these internet trappers get caught up
These niggas sneak dissin' but I'm not bothered
So many bitches at my show, look like a brothel
French vanilla cappuccino on a saucer
And put cream cheese on my bagel like a New Yorker
This bitch keep followin' me every show I think I lost her
I f*cked her then I f*cked her friend, I double crossed her
Man I got options like a QB, man, I tossed her
My boy just did the Julio with her he caught her (Wop)
I just want a house by the water (yeah)
And a bitch that pussy drip like water (mwah)
And a watch that drip drip like water (burr)
It's like the money keep flowin' like water
Pussy paint job wet like water
Sloppy blow job wet like water (eugh, eugh)
It's like the brick just came across the water (go, go)
And I'm 'bout to drop them bitches in the water (skrrt-skrrt)
Huh
Wizzop, haha
It's Gucci (burr)
(Zaytoven)
Huh
I just want a house by the water (yeah)
And a bitch that pussy drip like water (mwah)
And a watch that drip drip like water (burr)
It's like the money keep flowin' like water
Pussy paint job wet like water
Sloppy blow job wet like water (eugh)
It's like the brick just came across the water (go)
And I'm 'bout to drop them bitches in the water (skrrt)
I used to serve a country boy in South Georgia
I charged him eighty-five hundred for a quarter (well, damn)
He tried to snitch on me get his time shorter (pussy)
I used a stick on him now his life shorter (grrah-grrah)
Man, I'm 'bout to buy a house in South Florida (Florida)
F*ck a backyard I wanna see water (water)
I'm lookin' for a new jet f*ck Charter (f*ck 'em)
Broke bitch kick rocks ride MARTA (woo)
Somebody said rich niggas work harder (huh?)
I know the truth rich niggas grind smarter (yeah)
I came home and got the game in order (huh)
Twin Glocks and they look like twin daughters
I just want a house by the water (yeah)
And a bitch that pussy drip like water (mwah)
And a watch that drip drip like water (burr)
It's like the money keep flowin' like water
Pussy paint job wet like water
Sloppy blow job wet like water (eugh, eugh)
It's like the brick just came across the water (go, go)
And I'm 'bout to drop them bitches in the water (skrrt-skrrt)
Just signed a book deal I'm a new author
To all you new rappers I'm your new father
F*ck all that rap beefin' bitches gettin' slaughtered
That's how these internet trappers get caught up
These niggas sneak dissin' but I'm not bothered
So many bitches at my show, look like a brothel
French vanilla cappuccino on a saucer
And put cream cheese on my bagel like a New Yorker
This bitch keep followin' me every show I think I lost her
I f*cked her then I f*cked her friend, I double crossed her
Man I got options like a QB, man, I tossed her
My boy just did the Julio with her he caught her (Wop)
I just want a house by the water (yeah)
And a bitch that pussy drip like water (mwah)
And a watch that drip drip like water (burr)
It's like the money keep flowin' like water
Pussy paint job wet like water
Sloppy blow job wet like water (eugh, eugh)
It's like the brick just came across the water (go, go)
And I'm 'bout to drop them bitches in the water (skrrt-skrrt)
Writer: Radric Davis, Xavier Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Big Boy Diamonds
[ Featuring Kodak Black, London on da Track ]
Big boy diamonds (burr)
I'm that big boy stepper, I'm that stepper
All my steps calculated, I'm that stepper, nigga (free Kodak, ASAP)
Remember that, I'm the one that's steppin', nigga
I'ma step, one thin' about me, yeah
(I'm in London, got my beat from London) (go)
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin' the climate
She like the way I be vibin'
This ain't a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it's permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I'm a burglar and a murderer, try me
I'm a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin' the climate
She like the way I be vibin'
Big boy diamonds
Beat down your lady vagina, rockin' the latest designer
Pull off like abracadabra, boo-hoo
Pull right back up in a Jag' with voodoo
Milkin' these bitches like Yoo-hoo
Shit on these niggas, I doo-doo
I'm passin' gas like I farted
Boy, if you smelled it, you dealt it
Water on me like I'm meltin', water
F*ck on your daughter, don't call her, water
Come here, lil' bitch, I'm your father, water
Call me daddy, I'm your papi
Comin' over, drop the addy
I was on Xannies already, I be on mollies already
F*ck all the talkin', I been done shot 'em already
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin' the climate
She like the way I be vibin'
This ain't a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it's permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I'm a burglar and a murderer, try me
I'm a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin' the climate
She like the way I be vibin' (go)
Big boy diamonds
I'ma be icy in Heaven
Diamonds on me and they white like a wife at the wedding
I done shot dice with my celly
I taught a lifer a lesson
I put that knife on the peasant (huh)
I bought the choppers already
Gucci the G.O.A.T. but you know it already (G.O.A.T.)
Scope on the rifle, I'm holdin' it steady
Diamond AP like Elvis Presley, dancin' (Wop)
Play like you hard, but you sweeter than jelly
Bitch, I'm the shit, it ain't shit you can tell me (huh)
Her stomach on flat 'til my dick in her belly
Think I'm a lick, spend a brick on a presi'
Christmas, I want a stick for a present
Baguette Chopard, it's factory setted (bling)
Run up on Wop and you'll never forget it
I broke the dam, I told 'em to flood it
I want the cash, I don't want the credit
Went in my stash and gave me a budget
My pockets so budgy that bitches is callin' me handsome
That then, was callin' me ugly (huh?)
I caught a rash from countin' the money
I'm changin' the climate like global warmin' (bling)
She seen the charm and said I'm charmin'
The watch on my arm, it come with an army
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin' the climate
She like the way I be vibin'
This ain't a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it's permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I'm a burglar and a murderer, try me
I'm a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin' the climate
She like the way I be vibin'
Big boy diamonds
Writer: Dieuson Octave, London Holmes, Nick Seeley, Radric Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Breath of Fresh Air is the sixteenth studio album by American rapper Gucci Mane. It was released through Atlantic and 1017 on October 17, 2023. The album features guest appearances from Lil Baby, the late Young Dolph, Li Rye, Sett, Key Glock, Mac Critter, J. Cole, Mike Will Made It, Kodak Black, DaBaby, 21 Savage, Roddy Ricch, and Nardo Wick. Production was handled by Mike Will Made It himself, J. White Did It, Zaytoven, Murda Beatz, and Tay Keith, among others.
A double album that was supported by nine singles, it was released on the sixth wedding anniversary of Mane and his wife, Jamaican model Keyshia Ka'oir. Mane announced the album along with its title, cover art, and release date on June 26, 2023, and shared its tracklist in collaboration with Spotify hip hop playlist RapCaviar on October 11, 2023.
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Gucci ManeA double album that was supported by nine singles, it was released on the sixth wedding anniversary of Mane and his wife, Jamaican model Keyshia Ka'oir. Mane announced the album along with its title, cover art, and release date on June 26, 2023, and shared its tracklist in collaboration with Spotify hip hop playlist RapCaviar on October 11, 2023.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Ambezza, Avo No Sleep, Bandplay, BMC, Dez Wright, DKJ, Elyas, Eza, Fourteen, Hitkidd, J. White Did It, Indyah, Koncept P, Kori Anders, Kuttabeatz, LMC, Mike Will Made It, Moneygoformiles, Murda Beatz, Nik Dean, ProdBySquare, Richie Souf, Tay Keith, TP808, Will No Sleep, Zaytoven
Length: 73:52
Released: October 17th, 2023
Year: 2023