Wop
The OG
Yeah (burr)
I just spent like seven million on rings (seven, seven)
I got like eight Rolls Royces in my house right now
Shit gettin' outrageous
Damn
I see you copycats out there
Yeah, I'm feeling myself, uh (burr, burr)
Ain't no way I'm squashing my beefs like Drake and Meek (nah)
'Cause blood done got spilled on the street, that shit was deep
Survival of the fittest, the weakest, they gettin' eaten
Department of Corrections, civilians, they gettin' treated
Sorry to the mamas and papas I made weep (mama)
God, thank you for the mama and papa that made me (pop)
I don't like makin' no promise, I can't keep it (nope)
I don't f*ck with none of these niggas, that's no secret (nah)
I don't f*ck with holmes, and holmes don't like me (who, me?)
You could never cancel the gang, we too deep (it's Gucci)
I killed the parking lot, I been wanted for ten weeks (alright)
I pray 'fore I sleep, then sleep with my heat
Predators nothing but prey, you ask me (huh?)
Niggas get shot every day on GP (Gresham)
So fly, I touch down, I still ain't touch ground (ground)
Since I'm the emperor, rock emerald cuts now (emerald cuts)
Count so much money, got paper cuts now
All kind of plain Janes, all bustdowns (bling)
Same nigga wouldn't even trust your born round
Home invader hunt like we huntin' Saddam down
Room raider, traitors can't put they guns down (boom)
Don't let this shit go over your head, I dumb it down
Finesse town, he paid for a bale, he got a pound (f*ck)
Like 8Ball said, "y'all pussies all lay it down" (pussy)
Ha ha, yeah
It's Wop, burr
I'm richer, more handsome, more healthy, more cocky
Wrist more rocky, yeah
Money longer, bread stronger
My bitch badder, I got more stamina
My stash done got bananas, damn
I need to stop it, man
I'm getting delusional, bipolar, schizophrenic with the money
Wop
Bustdown, bustdown
Bustdown, bustdowns, bustdowns
Bustdowns, bustdowns, bustdowns
Bustdowns, bustdowns, bustdowns
Gucci Mane - Delusions of Grandeur Album Lyrics
Gucci Mane - Delusions of Grandeur Lyrics
Writer: Radric Davis, Anthony White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Backwards
Zaytoven
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci (Yeah)
Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the- (Wop)
Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci Guwop, oh, the Gucci (Wop)
(Hah, Gucci)
God keep coverin' me with drip, I think he tryna smother me (On God)
They stopped me at the border, had too many felonies
I'm splashin', I ain't even drippin' (Splashin')
Laughin', I ain't even trippin' (Haha)
I'm crashin', I ain't even dissin' (Crash)
Heard you drop somethin', I ain't even listen
No one realer, triller, street gorilla
I pull up like Chauncey Billups
Nigga don't gas me, I don't need a fill up
Pick her up and make her suck my dick 'til she hiccup
Wop lookin' slim like a bicycle rim
But his bank obese, and his pockets on chubby
He'll play head coach just like Lovie
Thuggin' in public, these hoes love it
I double and triple, quadruple your budget
Baseball money like David Justice (Money)
Whole load sold, I ain't even touched it (It's sold)
Under arm Kush, damn the room so musty
Most of you rappers all style, no substance
Big ol' rocks on, they disgustin'
Niggas talk but never touch me (Nah)
Broke haters can't tell me nothin'
F*ck 'em (Woo, woo, woo, who?)
Yeah, this that Meek Mill, Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
Y'all niggas swingin' through F&Ns
They gon' come right back to you like a boomerang (Brrr)
Louis and Saint Laurent drip (Drip)
Pimp on these bitches like Pootie Tang (Pimpin')
He wanna be 'bout that bitch
But we all f*ckin' her, so he don't know who to blame
She wanna check from me, uh (Check)
She gotta check for me, uh (Check)
F*ckin' the two baddest bitches off Instagram, they on that ecstasy (Aw, hey)
Hey, diamonds like Voss, and I got the sauce, I mix up the recipe (Woah)
'Fore all this rappin' shit, I was a trapper, the plug gon' invest in me (Woah)
Jumped out the porch, I got a Porsche
Too many hitters, they can't extort
I take a mil' to table, no fork
Then split it up with my dawg like divorce
They shot at us, it was by force
We shot at them, they went to court
I don't wan' be with these niggas no more
I can't even be with these niggas no more
Shorty said she only f*ck trappers (Trappers)
End up f*ckin' with a rapper (For real?)
Damn, bitch, how you goin' backwards? (Damn)
Diamonds on froze like Alaska (Freezin')
That ain't even none of my bidness (Bidness)
Put your face down and your ass up (Back down)
I am preachin' to you like the pastor
I'ma keep runnin' these bands up (Yeah)
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
All these diamonds on me make me handsome
Shawty f*ckin' on me like a dancer
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Went from a trapper to rapper
Damn, bitch, how you goin' backwards? (Hah)
Wow, I thought I was proud of you, but I take it back
You know what I'm saying?
Where your whips at? Where your titles at? Huh?
Where your shooters at?
Thought you had a plug, but you had a scrub
Damn
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci (Yeah)
Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the- (Wop)
Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci Guwop, oh, the Gucci (Wop)
(Hah, Gucci)
God keep coverin' me with drip, I think he tryna smother me (On God)
They stopped me at the border, had too many felonies
I'm splashin', I ain't even drippin' (Splashin')
Laughin', I ain't even trippin' (Haha)
I'm crashin', I ain't even dissin' (Crash)
Heard you drop somethin', I ain't even listen
No one realer, triller, street gorilla
I pull up like Chauncey Billups
Nigga don't gas me, I don't need a fill up
Pick her up and make her suck my dick 'til she hiccup
Wop lookin' slim like a bicycle rim
But his bank obese, and his pockets on chubby
He'll play head coach just like Lovie
Thuggin' in public, these hoes love it
I double and triple, quadruple your budget
Baseball money like David Justice (Money)
Whole load sold, I ain't even touched it (It's sold)
Under arm Kush, damn the room so musty
Most of you rappers all style, no substance
Big ol' rocks on, they disgustin'
Niggas talk but never touch me (Nah)
Broke haters can't tell me nothin'
F*ck 'em (Woo, woo, woo, who?)
Yeah, this that Meek Mill, Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
Y'all niggas swingin' through F&Ns
They gon' come right back to you like a boomerang (Brrr)
Louis and Saint Laurent drip (Drip)
Pimp on these bitches like Pootie Tang (Pimpin')
He wanna be 'bout that bitch
But we all f*ckin' her, so he don't know who to blame
She wanna check from me, uh (Check)
She gotta check for me, uh (Check)
F*ckin' the two baddest bitches off Instagram, they on that ecstasy (Aw, hey)
Hey, diamonds like Voss, and I got the sauce, I mix up the recipe (Woah)
'Fore all this rappin' shit, I was a trapper, the plug gon' invest in me (Woah)
Jumped out the porch, I got a Porsche
Too many hitters, they can't extort
I take a mil' to table, no fork
Then split it up with my dawg like divorce
They shot at us, it was by force
We shot at them, they went to court
I don't wan' be with these niggas no more
I can't even be with these niggas no more
Shorty said she only f*ck trappers (Trappers)
End up f*ckin' with a rapper (For real?)
Damn, bitch, how you goin' backwards? (Damn)
Diamonds on froze like Alaska (Freezin')
That ain't even none of my bidness (Bidness)
Put your face down and your ass up (Back down)
I am preachin' to you like the pastor
I'ma keep runnin' these bands up (Yeah)
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
All these diamonds on me make me handsome
Shawty f*ckin' on me like a dancer
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Went from a trapper to rapper
Damn, bitch, how you goin' backwards? (Hah)
Wow, I thought I was proud of you, but I take it back
You know what I'm saying?
Where your whips at? Where your titles at? Huh?
Where your shooters at?
Thought you had a plug, but you had a scrub
Damn
Writer: Radric Delantic Davis, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Xavier Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Special
Wop
Murda
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (burr)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm special, I'm special (yeah)
I'ma still be Wop without the extra, I'm extra (Wop)
I was born broke but now I'm successful, I'm special (woo)
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (yeah)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm special, I'm special (no)
I'ma still be Wop without the extra, I'm extra (it's Gucci)
I was born broke but now I'm successful, I'm special (woah)
My glow up is amazing, a new level, I leveled (I leveled)
Tee Grizzley, "First Day Out," I made a hit, no effort (Grizz)
My money dirty, Diddy, get the shovel, embezzle (take that)
They see me, know they got to step it up, they better (burr)
New Rolls Royce, the paint yellow, it came with umbrella (rain)
Like Cinderella, they think I was born with cheddar (sheesh)
Shoot 'em ebony, I gave her bands, they stuck together (racks)
Let's f*ck all night like dogs, bitch, let's get stuck together (wow)
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (burr)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm special, I'm special (yeah)
I'ma still be Wop without the extra, I'm extra (Wop)
I was born broke but now I'm successful, I'm special (woo)
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (yeah)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm special, I'm special (no)
I'ma still be Wop without the extra, I'm extra (it's Gucci)
I was born broke but now I'm successful, I'm special (go)
My skin my logo, my flesh make me special, God bless you (yeah)
Don't need no Gucci clothes to make me special, I'm extra (no)
I been knew from long time that I was special on Gresham (special)
I wiped the plug's nose twice, yeah, I finessed him and stretched him (achoo)
They locked me up, they tried to cage up the kid to test him
My connect met me, first day, put me on, that's special (got 'em)
I'm big Guwop I never been a regular degular (no)
My college loan, I flipped it, trapped the whole semester (skrrt)
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (burr)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm special, I'm special (yeah)
I'ma still be Wop without the extra, I'm extra (Wop)
I was born broke but now I'm successful, I'm special (woo)
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (yeah)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm special, I'm special (no)
I'ma still be Wop without the extra, I'm extra (it's Gucci)
I was born broke but now I'm successful, I'm special (woah)
Y no este' roncando en la' cancione' (brr)
Que usté' no se atreven a decir na' de lo que yo digo cabrón (¿Ah?)
Usté' lo que viven e' asusta'o (jaja, brr)
Real hasta la muerte, ¿oí'te, cabrón?
200 mil en el Richard y cien el AP, lambebicho yo soy especial (especial)
300 mil en la Lambo y 200 el Rolls Royce, yo ni sé dónde me vo' a parquear (jaja)
Lo' cucubano en neone' (Neone')
En ocho mese' hice veinte millone' (¡Uy!)
Y lo' draco' lo' tengo pinta'o camuflaje, fulete pa' to' esto' cabrone' (brr)
Y la' corta' en el jet y tenemo' lo' R disparando de tre' en tre' (Tre' en tre')
Y tenemo' la' Jordan, también la' LeBron, la' glopeta', to'a son 23 (brr)
Y el 47 en la mano (¿Ah?)
Lo' peine' son de banano (¿Ah?)
Y no' bajamo' disparando y matamo' a to' el mundo como Thanos, brr
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (burr)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm special, I'm special (yeah)
I'ma still be Wop without the extra, I'm extra (Wop)
I was born broke but now I'm successful, I'm special (woo)
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (yeah)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm special, I'm special (no)
I'ma still be Wop without the extra, I'm extra (it's Gucci)
I was born broke but now I'm successful, I'm special (woah)
Murda
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (burr)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm special, I'm special (yeah)
I'ma still be Wop without the extra, I'm extra (Wop)
I was born broke but now I'm successful, I'm special (woo)
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (yeah)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm special, I'm special (no)
I'ma still be Wop without the extra, I'm extra (it's Gucci)
I was born broke but now I'm successful, I'm special (woah)
My glow up is amazing, a new level, I leveled (I leveled)
Tee Grizzley, "First Day Out," I made a hit, no effort (Grizz)
My money dirty, Diddy, get the shovel, embezzle (take that)
They see me, know they got to step it up, they better (burr)
New Rolls Royce, the paint yellow, it came with umbrella (rain)
Like Cinderella, they think I was born with cheddar (sheesh)
Shoot 'em ebony, I gave her bands, they stuck together (racks)
Let's f*ck all night like dogs, bitch, let's get stuck together (wow)
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (burr)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm special, I'm special (yeah)
I'ma still be Wop without the extra, I'm extra (Wop)
I was born broke but now I'm successful, I'm special (woo)
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (yeah)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm special, I'm special (no)
I'ma still be Wop without the extra, I'm extra (it's Gucci)
I was born broke but now I'm successful, I'm special (go)
My skin my logo, my flesh make me special, God bless you (yeah)
Don't need no Gucci clothes to make me special, I'm extra (no)
I been knew from long time that I was special on Gresham (special)
I wiped the plug's nose twice, yeah, I finessed him and stretched him (achoo)
They locked me up, they tried to cage up the kid to test him
My connect met me, first day, put me on, that's special (got 'em)
I'm big Guwop I never been a regular degular (no)
My college loan, I flipped it, trapped the whole semester (skrrt)
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (burr)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm special, I'm special (yeah)
I'ma still be Wop without the extra, I'm extra (Wop)
I was born broke but now I'm successful, I'm special (woo)
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (yeah)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm special, I'm special (no)
I'ma still be Wop without the extra, I'm extra (it's Gucci)
I was born broke but now I'm successful, I'm special (woah)
Y no este' roncando en la' cancione' (brr)
Que usté' no se atreven a decir na' de lo que yo digo cabrón (¿Ah?)
Usté' lo que viven e' asusta'o (jaja, brr)
Real hasta la muerte, ¿oí'te, cabrón?
200 mil en el Richard y cien el AP, lambebicho yo soy especial (especial)
300 mil en la Lambo y 200 el Rolls Royce, yo ni sé dónde me vo' a parquear (jaja)
Lo' cucubano en neone' (Neone')
En ocho mese' hice veinte millone' (¡Uy!)
Y lo' draco' lo' tengo pinta'o camuflaje, fulete pa' to' esto' cabrone' (brr)
Y la' corta' en el jet y tenemo' lo' R disparando de tre' en tre' (Tre' en tre')
Y tenemo' la' Jordan, también la' LeBron, la' glopeta', to'a son 23 (brr)
Y el 47 en la mano (¿Ah?)
Lo' peine' son de banano (¿Ah?)
Y no' bajamo' disparando y matamo' a to' el mundo como Thanos, brr
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (burr)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm special, I'm special (yeah)
I'ma still be Wop without the extra, I'm extra (Wop)
I was born broke but now I'm successful, I'm special (woo)
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (yeah)
I don't need new clothes, I know I'm special, I'm special (no)
I'ma still be Wop without the extra, I'm extra (it's Gucci)
I was born broke but now I'm successful, I'm special (woah)
Writer: Radric Davis, Shane Lindstrom, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Emmanuel Santiago
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
ICE
It's Gucci
Ha
It's Drop Top, go
Niggas say no cap, but they be pretending (huh?)
FaceTiming my jeweler, ask him what I'm spending (damn)
Take a couple seats 'cause this a couple tickets (facts)
I never lie to kick it, murderer but not convicted
They say I'm filthy rich, I told the judge, "yeah, I'm guilty"
F*ck my baby mama, I can't let no bitch extort me (no)
All this ice I'm rocking, pray to God they don't deport me (ice)
Fire with the f*ck you, Zone 6 nigga worth a fortune
Copped the Z06 and then I set it on some Forgis
Lamb' truck came from Italy, my manager got it imported (on God)
We done set the city on fire the whole world call us arsons (damn)
Paint the Rolls Royce truck all blue, me and Baby ridin' down Slauson
Last year I signed for six M's, bitch, can't tell me nothin' (nope)
My new bitch look like K Kim, ass fat with no stomach (yeah)
Go all out 'bout that cash, yeah, chop his finger like Sunny
So all my foreigns go fast, yeah, drive the Urus like Sunny
My wrist cost a hundred, yeah, my life so iconic
Used to rock Armani, now it's Michael Amiri on Sundays (yeah)
I f*ck her and keep her cummin', got that pussy wet, drippin', runnin'
Spend a whole bag in London, I done really got used to this money (go)
Niggas say no cap, but they be pretending (huh?)
FaceTiming my jeweler, ask him what I'm spending (damn)
Take a couple seats 'cause this a couple tickets (facts)
I never lie to kick it, murderer but not convicted
They say I'm filthy rich, I told the judge, "yeah, I'm guilty"
F*ck my baby mama, I can't let no bitch extort me (no)
All this ice I'm rocking, pray to God they don't deport me (ice)
Fire with the f*ck you, Zone 6 nigga worth a fortune
I come from the trenches, now I'm ridin' in a foreign
Baby mama textin' paragraphs, I ignore it
And I ran a M up off a freestyle with no chorus
The drip shit, I pour it, that Hellcat, I floor it (skrrt)
They was hatin' on me, hit the dealership and crushed 'em
Bankroll too big, got me held up in customs
Money is the answer every time she ask questions
I got superpowers 'cross the globe, I can touch 'em
That's your girlfriend? I am sorry, we've been f*cking
Call another truck, come through like a bucket
I keep that FN, I go for nothing
If he out of line, get him dropped, end discussion (go)
Niggas say no cap, but they be pretending (huh?)
FaceTiming my jeweler, ask him what I'm spending (damn)
Take a couple seats 'cause this a couple tickets (facts)
I never lie to kick it, murderer but not convicted
They say I'm filthy rich, I told the judge, "yeah, I'm guilty"
F*ck my baby mama, I can't let no bitch extort me (no)
All this ice I'm rocking, pray to God they don't deport me (ice)
Fire with the f*ck you, Zone 6 nigga worth a fortune
Ha
It's Drop Top, go
Niggas say no cap, but they be pretending (huh?)
FaceTiming my jeweler, ask him what I'm spending (damn)
Take a couple seats 'cause this a couple tickets (facts)
I never lie to kick it, murderer but not convicted
They say I'm filthy rich, I told the judge, "yeah, I'm guilty"
F*ck my baby mama, I can't let no bitch extort me (no)
All this ice I'm rocking, pray to God they don't deport me (ice)
Fire with the f*ck you, Zone 6 nigga worth a fortune
Copped the Z06 and then I set it on some Forgis
Lamb' truck came from Italy, my manager got it imported (on God)
We done set the city on fire the whole world call us arsons (damn)
Paint the Rolls Royce truck all blue, me and Baby ridin' down Slauson
Last year I signed for six M's, bitch, can't tell me nothin' (nope)
My new bitch look like K Kim, ass fat with no stomach (yeah)
Go all out 'bout that cash, yeah, chop his finger like Sunny
So all my foreigns go fast, yeah, drive the Urus like Sunny
My wrist cost a hundred, yeah, my life so iconic
Used to rock Armani, now it's Michael Amiri on Sundays (yeah)
I f*ck her and keep her cummin', got that pussy wet, drippin', runnin'
Spend a whole bag in London, I done really got used to this money (go)
Niggas say no cap, but they be pretending (huh?)
FaceTiming my jeweler, ask him what I'm spending (damn)
Take a couple seats 'cause this a couple tickets (facts)
I never lie to kick it, murderer but not convicted
They say I'm filthy rich, I told the judge, "yeah, I'm guilty"
F*ck my baby mama, I can't let no bitch extort me (no)
All this ice I'm rocking, pray to God they don't deport me (ice)
Fire with the f*ck you, Zone 6 nigga worth a fortune
I come from the trenches, now I'm ridin' in a foreign
Baby mama textin' paragraphs, I ignore it
And I ran a M up off a freestyle with no chorus
The drip shit, I pour it, that Hellcat, I floor it (skrrt)
They was hatin' on me, hit the dealership and crushed 'em
Bankroll too big, got me held up in customs
Money is the answer every time she ask questions
I got superpowers 'cross the globe, I can touch 'em
That's your girlfriend? I am sorry, we've been f*cking
Call another truck, come through like a bucket
I keep that FN, I go for nothing
If he out of line, get him dropped, end discussion (go)
Niggas say no cap, but they be pretending (huh?)
FaceTiming my jeweler, ask him what I'm spending (damn)
Take a couple seats 'cause this a couple tickets (facts)
I never lie to kick it, murderer but not convicted
They say I'm filthy rich, I told the judge, "yeah, I'm guilty"
F*ck my baby mama, I can't let no bitch extort me (no)
All this ice I'm rocking, pray to God they don't deport me (ice)
Fire with the f*ck you, Zone 6 nigga worth a fortune
Writer: Xavier Dotson, Chandler Durham, Radric Davis, Sergio Kitchens, Dominique Armani Jones, Adam Gantt, Harold Hubbard Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Love Thru the Computer
You know I've been searchin' for someone
I've been lookin', uh, for the perfect one
Who could share that special love with me
Mrs. Perfect
And your eyes have that glow
But she had that glow though
Could it be your face I see on my computer screen
Could it be?
Uh, yeah
Go
I was in the jail thinking 'bout problems
Like all the niggas, when I get out, I'ma rob 'em (Han)
Shit was hard, up and down, it was '09 (Nine)
Lookin' through this magazine, she was so fine
Pretty brown, black bitch what a draft pick
High, yellow thick chick with an accent (Yellow)
I told her, "I ain't ever seen another cuter" (No)
Good brain, she don't even need a tutor (Wow)
F*ck a shooter, I'll shoot a nigga shooter (Bah bah)
Long money, I don't even need a ruler (Wow)
A big dawg, I ain't even been a poodle (Grr)
So much ice on my bitch, she need a cooler (Brr, brr)
And I just stirred the P's like Luda (Like Luda)
But drop it low like you be doin' on that computer (Compu, compu)
You want a loan, get your love, I want computer love (Hah)
So drop it low and back it back like a computer does (Wow)
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah, hey)
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah)
Ooh, when we both logged on, I didn't wanna turn off
That's that computer love (Guwop)
Hit you up on the laptop (Laptop)
I told you meet me at the last spot, you went with me, fell in love
Didn't take long for you to gain my trust, no
With all that I've been through, you make it simple
I never thought I would meet an angel
Until I met you (You), until I met you (Go)
I'ma put you on the rocks (Bling)
Nobody f*ckin' with the Wops (Brr)
Baby give me all that she got
Share with me, we gon' throw it all in the pot (Hot, hot)
This the type of love more than physical (Hot)
When a king get a queen, he invincible (Han)
Fought the system every level, it was critical (Ha)
F*ck the feds, state, civil, and municipals (F*ck 'em)
Even then, through computers I was kissin' you (Mwah)
Remember through the computer, I would visit you (Me)
Daydreamin' 'bout us f*ckin' in your living room (Uh)
Doin' push ups 'cause I know you 'bout to visit soon (Grr)
I'm from the 6, I grew up in the worst trap (Zone)
I'm way too rich, babe, to fall for a thirst trap (Huh?)
Plus I know the grass ain't greener on the other side (No)
'Cause my house so big, I rarely see the other side (Wow)
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah, hey)
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah)
Ooh, when we both logged on, I didn't wanna turn off
That's that computer love (Yeah)
Computer love, computer love
Computer love, comp- love
Computerized, digital love
I've been lookin', uh, for the perfect one
Who could share that special love with me
Mrs. Perfect
And your eyes have that glow
But she had that glow though
Could it be your face I see on my computer screen
Could it be?
Uh, yeah
Go
I was in the jail thinking 'bout problems
Like all the niggas, when I get out, I'ma rob 'em (Han)
Shit was hard, up and down, it was '09 (Nine)
Lookin' through this magazine, she was so fine
Pretty brown, black bitch what a draft pick
High, yellow thick chick with an accent (Yellow)
I told her, "I ain't ever seen another cuter" (No)
Good brain, she don't even need a tutor (Wow)
F*ck a shooter, I'll shoot a nigga shooter (Bah bah)
Long money, I don't even need a ruler (Wow)
A big dawg, I ain't even been a poodle (Grr)
So much ice on my bitch, she need a cooler (Brr, brr)
And I just stirred the P's like Luda (Like Luda)
But drop it low like you be doin' on that computer (Compu, compu)
You want a loan, get your love, I want computer love (Hah)
So drop it low and back it back like a computer does (Wow)
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah, hey)
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah)
Ooh, when we both logged on, I didn't wanna turn off
That's that computer love (Guwop)
Hit you up on the laptop (Laptop)
I told you meet me at the last spot, you went with me, fell in love
Didn't take long for you to gain my trust, no
With all that I've been through, you make it simple
I never thought I would meet an angel
Until I met you (You), until I met you (Go)
I'ma put you on the rocks (Bling)
Nobody f*ckin' with the Wops (Brr)
Baby give me all that she got
Share with me, we gon' throw it all in the pot (Hot, hot)
This the type of love more than physical (Hot)
When a king get a queen, he invincible (Han)
Fought the system every level, it was critical (Ha)
F*ck the feds, state, civil, and municipals (F*ck 'em)
Even then, through computers I was kissin' you (Mwah)
Remember through the computer, I would visit you (Me)
Daydreamin' 'bout us f*ckin' in your living room (Uh)
Doin' push ups 'cause I know you 'bout to visit soon (Grr)
I'm from the 6, I grew up in the worst trap (Zone)
I'm way too rich, babe, to fall for a thirst trap (Huh?)
Plus I know the grass ain't greener on the other side (No)
'Cause my house so big, I rarely see the other side (Wow)
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah, hey)
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah)
Ooh, when we both logged on, I didn't wanna turn off
That's that computer love (Yeah)
Computer love, computer love
Computer love, comp- love
Computerized, digital love
Writer: Anthony Germaine White, Justin Bieber, Larry Troutman, Radric Delantic Davis, Roger Troutman, Shirley Murdock
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Proud of You
Wop
Burr, burr
Huh, yeah
Woah, Kenny
Like a preschooler, in my garage playing switcharoo (huh? What?)
I park the red one, put the yellow front of the blue (yellow, yellow, yellow)
I had the county blues, now every day I'm counting blues (mwah)
No lean in Mountain Dews, Guwop, I'm so proud of you
Accountants count it, two stacks so tall, got a mountain view (money)
My house so big, this bitch mistook it for the Fontainebleau (huh?)
First time I copped the D'Ussé, said, "Guwop, I'm so proud of you" (skrrt, skrrt)
Guwop still Trap God and they quote me more than Dr. Seuss (Wop)
I'm way richer than when I got out three years ago (I'm richer than y'all)
I freestyle, don't even write, don't even think no more (I ain't writin' down shit)
Put the lean down, I don't want it, I don't drink no more (lean, lean)
You ain't my friend, you ain't my round man, we can't link no more (f*ck my opps)
Ran out of places to tattoo, can't get no ink no more (no)
Fresh off parole, and I can't go back to the clink no more (no)
I had the county blues, now every day, I'm countin' blues (mwah)
No lean in Mountain Dews, Guwop, I'm so proud of you (Wop)
New clothing line, call it Delantic (Delantic, it's new, it's new)
My pinky ring sunk the Titanic (that's true, that's true, brr)
She say I'm fine, she threw her panties (wow)
The coldest nigga on the planet (brr, it's Wop, cold)
Coupe dropped the top, I call her Janet (you dirty bitch)
Them boys fell off, it's like they vanished (well damn, they broke)
Extendo tucked, this bitch gigantic (I up that shit)
I up the strap, them niggas panic (Wop)
I'm way richer than when I got out three years ago (I'm richer than y'all)
I freestyle, don't even write, don't even think no more (I ain't writin' down shit)
Put the lean down, I don't want it, I don't drink no more (lean, lean)
You ain't my friend, you ain't my round man, we can't link no more (f*ck my opps)
Ran out of places to tattoo, can't get no ink no more (no)
Fresh off parole, and I can't go back to the clink no more (no)
I had the county blues, now every day, I'm countin' blues (mwah)
No lean in Mountain Dews, Guwop, I'm so proud of you (Wop)
Guwop, I'm so proud of you
No lean in Mountain Dews, Guwop, I'm so proud of you
Burr, burr
Huh, yeah
Woah, Kenny
Like a preschooler, in my garage playing switcharoo (huh? What?)
I park the red one, put the yellow front of the blue (yellow, yellow, yellow)
I had the county blues, now every day I'm counting blues (mwah)
No lean in Mountain Dews, Guwop, I'm so proud of you
Accountants count it, two stacks so tall, got a mountain view (money)
My house so big, this bitch mistook it for the Fontainebleau (huh?)
First time I copped the D'Ussé, said, "Guwop, I'm so proud of you" (skrrt, skrrt)
Guwop still Trap God and they quote me more than Dr. Seuss (Wop)
I'm way richer than when I got out three years ago (I'm richer than y'all)
I freestyle, don't even write, don't even think no more (I ain't writin' down shit)
Put the lean down, I don't want it, I don't drink no more (lean, lean)
You ain't my friend, you ain't my round man, we can't link no more (f*ck my opps)
Ran out of places to tattoo, can't get no ink no more (no)
Fresh off parole, and I can't go back to the clink no more (no)
I had the county blues, now every day, I'm countin' blues (mwah)
No lean in Mountain Dews, Guwop, I'm so proud of you (Wop)
New clothing line, call it Delantic (Delantic, it's new, it's new)
My pinky ring sunk the Titanic (that's true, that's true, brr)
She say I'm fine, she threw her panties (wow)
The coldest nigga on the planet (brr, it's Wop, cold)
Coupe dropped the top, I call her Janet (you dirty bitch)
Them boys fell off, it's like they vanished (well damn, they broke)
Extendo tucked, this bitch gigantic (I up that shit)
I up the strap, them niggas panic (Wop)
I'm way richer than when I got out three years ago (I'm richer than y'all)
I freestyle, don't even write, don't even think no more (I ain't writin' down shit)
Put the lean down, I don't want it, I don't drink no more (lean, lean)
You ain't my friend, you ain't my round man, we can't link no more (f*ck my opps)
Ran out of places to tattoo, can't get no ink no more (no)
Fresh off parole, and I can't go back to the clink no more (no)
I had the county blues, now every day, I'm countin' blues (mwah)
No lean in Mountain Dews, Guwop, I'm so proud of you (Wop)
Guwop, I'm so proud of you
No lean in Mountain Dews, Guwop, I'm so proud of you
Writer: Nils Nohden, Kenneth Blume, Radric Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Bottom
Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up
Tay Keith, Wop
Gucci, yeah
Tay Keith, wow
Wop, go
Shawty got a face like a model
And a frame like a Coke bottle
Big fat booty and it wobble
I'm tryna get to the bottom
Gwala got me walkin' with a waddle
Heard that pussy drippin' like water
I'ma be a genie in a bottle
And I'm tryna get to the bottom
El Gato got 'em drinkin' out the bottle
Twenty, fifty girls, it's a brothel
Pussy so good, it's a problem
I'ma try to get to the bottom
Drop my top in autumn
F*ck my opps, I shot 'em
Trick my plug, I got him
In the pot, fork scraping at the bottom
I ball out without a budget
Ring size as McDonald's nuggets
These bad bitches gotta love me
I'm gon' hit the bottom of it
Like Santa, I'm stocking stuffing
Dick rock hard, it's up to something
Work on me like Doc McStuffins
I'm geeked up like David Ruffin
Nobody can tell me nothing
'Til I hit her belly button
Her ex was a minute man
Two minutes, already done
Gucci Mane, I'm super rich
Bitch gotta be super thick
She pulled up, took off the trench
Nothin' on but some Louboutins
Beatin' it up, I'm talkin' shit
Bottom bitch, that's Gato bitch
All this dick, it got to fit
She gargled it and swallowed it
Slapped that ass, I left a print
She's lovin' it, it's obvious
Cocaine sex, I brought a brick
To numb out her esophagus
Shawty got a face like a model
And a frame like a Coke bottle
Big fat booty and it wobble
I'm tryna get to the bottom
Gwala got me walkin' with a waddle
Heard that pussy drippin' like water
I'ma be a genie in a bottle
And I'm tryna get to the bottom
El Gato got 'em drinkin' out the bottle
Twenty, fifty girls, it's a brothel
Pussy so good, it's a problem
I'ma try to get to the bottom
Drop my top in autumn
F*ck my opps, I shot 'em
Trick my plug, I got him
In the pot, fork scraping at the bottom
Down South hoe so cunning
Rain, sleet, snow, getting money
Lames keep calling her honey
She gon' play 'em all like dummies
When I put it in, she running
Probably put dick in her mommy
I'ma put the D in her tummy
Don't stop, hoe, keep cumming
Late night kissing and touching
Waterfall, she so gushy
Beat it from the side, she bustin'
I done fell in love with that pussy
Big booty and a smile, don't trust it
Millionaire drip, she crushin'
If a bitch suck me, she lucky
She a bad lil' bitch, she bucking
Shawty got a face like a model
And a frame like a Coke bottle
Big fat booty and it wobble
I'm tryna get to the bottom
Gwala got me walkin' with a waddle
Heard that pussy drippin' like water
I'ma be a genie in a bottle
And I'm tryna get to the bottom
El Gato got 'em drinkin' out the bottle
Twenty, fifty girls, it's a brothel
Pussy so good, it's a problem
I'ma try to get to the bottom
Drop my top in autumn
F*ck my opps, I shot 'em
Trick my plug, I got him
In the pot, fork scraping at the bottom
Tay Keith, Wop
Gucci, yeah
Tay Keith, wow
Wop, go
Shawty got a face like a model
And a frame like a Coke bottle
Big fat booty and it wobble
I'm tryna get to the bottom
Gwala got me walkin' with a waddle
Heard that pussy drippin' like water
I'ma be a genie in a bottle
And I'm tryna get to the bottom
El Gato got 'em drinkin' out the bottle
Twenty, fifty girls, it's a brothel
Pussy so good, it's a problem
I'ma try to get to the bottom
Drop my top in autumn
F*ck my opps, I shot 'em
Trick my plug, I got him
In the pot, fork scraping at the bottom
I ball out without a budget
Ring size as McDonald's nuggets
These bad bitches gotta love me
I'm gon' hit the bottom of it
Like Santa, I'm stocking stuffing
Dick rock hard, it's up to something
Work on me like Doc McStuffins
I'm geeked up like David Ruffin
Nobody can tell me nothing
'Til I hit her belly button
Her ex was a minute man
Two minutes, already done
Gucci Mane, I'm super rich
Bitch gotta be super thick
She pulled up, took off the trench
Nothin' on but some Louboutins
Beatin' it up, I'm talkin' shit
Bottom bitch, that's Gato bitch
All this dick, it got to fit
She gargled it and swallowed it
Slapped that ass, I left a print
She's lovin' it, it's obvious
Cocaine sex, I brought a brick
To numb out her esophagus
Shawty got a face like a model
And a frame like a Coke bottle
Big fat booty and it wobble
I'm tryna get to the bottom
Gwala got me walkin' with a waddle
Heard that pussy drippin' like water
I'ma be a genie in a bottle
And I'm tryna get to the bottom
El Gato got 'em drinkin' out the bottle
Twenty, fifty girls, it's a brothel
Pussy so good, it's a problem
I'ma try to get to the bottom
Drop my top in autumn
F*ck my opps, I shot 'em
Trick my plug, I got him
In the pot, fork scraping at the bottom
Down South hoe so cunning
Rain, sleet, snow, getting money
Lames keep calling her honey
She gon' play 'em all like dummies
When I put it in, she running
Probably put dick in her mommy
I'ma put the D in her tummy
Don't stop, hoe, keep cumming
Late night kissing and touching
Waterfall, she so gushy
Beat it from the side, she bustin'
I done fell in love with that pussy
Big booty and a smile, don't trust it
Millionaire drip, she crushin'
If a bitch suck me, she lucky
She a bad lil' bitch, she bucking
Shawty got a face like a model
And a frame like a Coke bottle
Big fat booty and it wobble
I'm tryna get to the bottom
Gwala got me walkin' with a waddle
Heard that pussy drippin' like water
I'ma be a genie in a bottle
And I'm tryna get to the bottom
El Gato got 'em drinkin' out the bottle
Twenty, fifty girls, it's a brothel
Pussy so good, it's a problem
I'ma try to get to the bottom
Drop my top in autumn
F*ck my opps, I shot 'em
Trick my plug, I got him
In the pot, fork scraping at the bottom
Writer: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Radric Delantic Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hands Off
Guwop
Got, got it on smash
Bad lil', exotic
Hitmaka
OG Parker
Huh
Hands off you (yeah)
I can't keep my hands off you (her)
Hands off you (you)
I can't keep my hands off you
Hands off you (huh)
I can't keep my hands off you (right now)
Hands off you (beautiful, huh)
I can't keep my hands off you
Goddamn, you got a stance on you (well, goddamn)
I know it's rude, I keep glancin' at you (I know it's rude)
You gon' make me spend them bands on you (she gon' make me spend them bands)
Birkin bag, let you cop 'em by the two (go, go, by the two's?)
All these furs, Gucci shame on you (all these furs)
All this water on me, I feel like a pool (a lotta water)
You got me hot, I'ma need a fan soon (hot, hot, hot, hot)
All night sex, it's a full moon (oowhoo)
Guwop, huh
Hands off you (yeah)
I can't keep my hands off you (her)
Hands off you (you)
I can't keep my hands off you
Hands off you (her)
I can't keep my hands off you (huh)
Hands off you (Guwooo)
I can't keep my hands off you
I want you all for me, I know I'm selfish (huh)
When you suck it wit' no hands, I feel so helpless (I'm selfish)
Told my dawgs hands off on you because you're [?]
So all the purses that you rockin' must be Hermes (hands off)
All my diamonds clear as day, that shit be mad clean (Hermes)
So much designer every day they call it tagging (huh?)
You hear some [?] in my [?], then come and smack me (it's Gucci)
Soon as my ho see Big Papa she come attack me
Hands off you (yeah)
I can't keep my hands off you (her)
Hands off you (you)
I can't keep my hands off you
Hands off you (her)
I can't keep my hands off you (huh)
Hands off you (Guwooo)
I can't keep my hands off you
Got, got it on smash
Bad lil', exotic
Hitmaka
OG Parker
Huh
Hands off you (yeah)
I can't keep my hands off you (her)
Hands off you (you)
I can't keep my hands off you
Hands off you (huh)
I can't keep my hands off you (right now)
Hands off you (beautiful, huh)
I can't keep my hands off you
Goddamn, you got a stance on you (well, goddamn)
I know it's rude, I keep glancin' at you (I know it's rude)
You gon' make me spend them bands on you (she gon' make me spend them bands)
Birkin bag, let you cop 'em by the two (go, go, by the two's?)
All these furs, Gucci shame on you (all these furs)
All this water on me, I feel like a pool (a lotta water)
You got me hot, I'ma need a fan soon (hot, hot, hot, hot)
All night sex, it's a full moon (oowhoo)
Guwop, huh
Hands off you (yeah)
I can't keep my hands off you (her)
Hands off you (you)
I can't keep my hands off you
Hands off you (her)
I can't keep my hands off you (huh)
Hands off you (Guwooo)
I can't keep my hands off you
I want you all for me, I know I'm selfish (huh)
When you suck it wit' no hands, I feel so helpless (I'm selfish)
Told my dawgs hands off on you because you're [?]
So all the purses that you rockin' must be Hermes (hands off)
All my diamonds clear as day, that shit be mad clean (Hermes)
So much designer every day they call it tagging (huh?)
You hear some [?] in my [?], then come and smack me (it's Gucci)
Soon as my ho see Big Papa she come attack me
Hands off you (yeah)
I can't keep my hands off you (her)
Hands off you (you)
I can't keep my hands off you
Hands off you (her)
I can't keep my hands off you (huh)
Hands off you (Guwooo)
I can't keep my hands off you
Writer: Jeremih Felton, Radric Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Blind
Guwopo
You gotta be rich to hang with me
Huh, she blinding me
All these diamonds she blinding me
No snitches, no suckers, nah (mmwah)
Zaytoven
She said she don't got no type, she like the boss type (boss)
A rich nigga that be down to f*ck her all night (lock)
Big Guwop in your house, cuff your hoe tight (cuff 'em)
Old insecure nigga, you a hoe type (oh)
I told Zay I need the East Atlanta bass shit (bass shit)
I vote Gucci Mane and Zay as the greatest (greatest)
Niggas mad 'cause they broke and they ain't relevant (no)
I touched a quarter brick and never been broke ever since (skrrt)
I got money, I got power, I'm not 50 Cent (no)
But I can teach you how to rob, I been doin' it (yup)
Bitch it's President's Day, I'm the president ('course)
She tryna suck my dick and use that shit for evidence (huh)
If you come too close, you in rare air
Every time I hit the club, I rock a rare pair (ooh)
Twin stones on my finger, and the cut pair
And they big as real pears, I'm a real player (wow)
I need a towel 'cause I'm drippin' colder, Klondike bear (well, damn)
Need to call a timeout 'cause this shit ain't fair (huh)
Bitch got runway, shit that she ain't even wear (yeah)
On a tear right now, man this shit unreal (yeah)
No cap, no cut, it's a done deal
Playin' blackjack, I took 'em down a f*ckin' half a mil' (champ)
Delusions of grandeur so call Dr. Phil (call him)
Drop top, red vert, God take the wheel (Guwop)
Ah, she know my pockets is swollen
She worry 'bout the wrong things, yeah
Man, these not a pair of Balmains, yeah
And she be actin' like she know me
I could buy you bags, buy you Rollies
But I can tell you really need controllin'
Before you was my girl you was my homie
Anytime you want you can hold it
I'm an artist, I'm not a sketcher, yeah, yeah
I'm a certified flexer, yeah, yeah
You buggin' if you think I trust ya
That .38 stay in my dresser
But they ain't know that I was messed up, yeah, yeah
They must've thought I wouldn't catch up, yeah
Now open up and let me stretch ya
Do that thing that you be doin' with your leg, uh
I'm a king and I don't feel no f*ckin' pressure
I be singin' while I rap, I feel like Usher
I'm that nigga, Amiri, got every sweater
If you that nigga, nigga, say it with your chest, oh
She love my swag, oh yeah, I bought her a new bag
I paid the bag for it
I'ma give it to her if she ask for it
And she know I started in the back, oh yeah
Girl I love it when you throw it back on me
I'm gon' f*ck you good and make you mad horny
Swear that I was cheatin', you were black on me
Yeah this is my mood I'm wearing black all week
I used to have that motherf*ckin' MAC on me
But now I got somebody else to blast for me
But f*ck it, if I gotta do it, mask on me
Yeah, this is my mood, yeah
I'm wearing black all week, ah
Ah, she know my pockets is swollen
She worry 'bout the wrong things, yeah
Man, these not a pair of Balmains, yeah
And she be actin' like she know me
I could buy you bags, buy you Rollies
But I can tell you really need controllin'
Before you was my girl you was my homie (homie)
Anytime you want you can hold it (hold it)
Anytime you want you can hold it
She be worried 'bout the wrong things
These not a pair of Balmains
You gotta be rich to hang with me
Huh, she blinding me
All these diamonds she blinding me
No snitches, no suckers, nah (mmwah)
Zaytoven
She said she don't got no type, she like the boss type (boss)
A rich nigga that be down to f*ck her all night (lock)
Big Guwop in your house, cuff your hoe tight (cuff 'em)
Old insecure nigga, you a hoe type (oh)
I told Zay I need the East Atlanta bass shit (bass shit)
I vote Gucci Mane and Zay as the greatest (greatest)
Niggas mad 'cause they broke and they ain't relevant (no)
I touched a quarter brick and never been broke ever since (skrrt)
I got money, I got power, I'm not 50 Cent (no)
But I can teach you how to rob, I been doin' it (yup)
Bitch it's President's Day, I'm the president ('course)
She tryna suck my dick and use that shit for evidence (huh)
If you come too close, you in rare air
Every time I hit the club, I rock a rare pair (ooh)
Twin stones on my finger, and the cut pair
And they big as real pears, I'm a real player (wow)
I need a towel 'cause I'm drippin' colder, Klondike bear (well, damn)
Need to call a timeout 'cause this shit ain't fair (huh)
Bitch got runway, shit that she ain't even wear (yeah)
On a tear right now, man this shit unreal (yeah)
No cap, no cut, it's a done deal
Playin' blackjack, I took 'em down a f*ckin' half a mil' (champ)
Delusions of grandeur so call Dr. Phil (call him)
Drop top, red vert, God take the wheel (Guwop)
Ah, she know my pockets is swollen
She worry 'bout the wrong things, yeah
Man, these not a pair of Balmains, yeah
And she be actin' like she know me
I could buy you bags, buy you Rollies
But I can tell you really need controllin'
Before you was my girl you was my homie
Anytime you want you can hold it
I'm an artist, I'm not a sketcher, yeah, yeah
I'm a certified flexer, yeah, yeah
You buggin' if you think I trust ya
That .38 stay in my dresser
But they ain't know that I was messed up, yeah, yeah
They must've thought I wouldn't catch up, yeah
Now open up and let me stretch ya
Do that thing that you be doin' with your leg, uh
I'm a king and I don't feel no f*ckin' pressure
I be singin' while I rap, I feel like Usher
I'm that nigga, Amiri, got every sweater
If you that nigga, nigga, say it with your chest, oh
She love my swag, oh yeah, I bought her a new bag
I paid the bag for it
I'ma give it to her if she ask for it
And she know I started in the back, oh yeah
Girl I love it when you throw it back on me
I'm gon' f*ck you good and make you mad horny
Swear that I was cheatin', you were black on me
Yeah this is my mood I'm wearing black all week
I used to have that motherf*ckin' MAC on me
But now I got somebody else to blast for me
But f*ck it, if I gotta do it, mask on me
Yeah, this is my mood, yeah
I'm wearing black all week, ah
Ah, she know my pockets is swollen
She worry 'bout the wrong things, yeah
Man, these not a pair of Balmains, yeah
And she be actin' like she know me
I could buy you bags, buy you Rollies
But I can tell you really need controllin'
Before you was my girl you was my homie (homie)
Anytime you want you can hold it (hold it)
Anytime you want you can hold it
She be worried 'bout the wrong things
These not a pair of Balmains
Writer: Artist J. Dubose, Radric Delantic Davis, Xavier Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO
Superstar
Six7 on the beat
Marii Beatz, turn me up
She's a superstar, I need to sign her
Super bad bitch, I'm tryna find her
She so bad, she made me switch the lineup
Fresh fade, just got it lined up
Big old booty, it's draggin' behind her
She's my Wonder Woman, my bitch from Wakanda
Crocodile Birkins and piranhas
Rockstar wasted like Nirvana
Bad bitch with a body
I'ma make her call me papi
Niggas gettin' out they body
F*ck the opps, they can't stop me
Black Card in my wallet
I ain't never snitched, I'm solid
Bands to make the watches rocky
F*ckin' up the money like Scottie
Black thick chick, she cocky
Eat a nigga balls like broccoli
Hard in the paint like Barkley
Hard to kill, they can't chop me
New coupe, they can't park it
Claim the beef up, let's spark it
Geeked up so high, in orbit
Money so tall, it's corporate
Shawty said I taste like sherbet
I don't even think she worthy
I don't think she deserve it
New Phantom with the curtain
Zone 6 Julius Irving
Supermodel bitch, she perfect
Pass her, Kyrie Irving
My hoe so bad, they nervous
She's a superstar, I need to sign her
Super bad bitch, I'm tryna find her
She so bad, she made me switch the lineup
Fresh fade, just got it lined up
Big old booty, it's draggin' behind her
She's my Wonder Woman, my bitch from Wakanda
Crocodile Birkins and piranhas
Rockstar wasted like Nirvana
My lil' bitch gettin' dollars
Green like an iguana
Grande, Ariana
We'll bust your piñata, shotta
My lil' devil wear Prada, yeah
She'll lie to your honor, yeah
Bad bitch is her partner, yeah
Smokin' on the ganja, she high as hell
She shop 'til she drop like she live in the mall
Gotta fly where it's hot, that's where she live in the fall
Give a damn what them haters say
Shawty livin' in a real major way
Never put shit on layaway
She'll work a nigga on Labor Day
You so beautiful, boo, I'm in a beautiful mood
'Cause I'm a beautiful dude, and your friends beautiful too
I let her shop 'til she drop, closet look like a mall
And I'ma fly her where it's hot when the temp start to fall, burr
She's a superstar, I need to sign her
Super bad bitch, I'm tryna find her
She so bad, she made me switch the lineup
Fresh fade, just got it lined up
Big old booty, it's draggin' behind her
She's my Wonder Woman, my bitch from Wakanda
Crocodile Birkins and piranhas
Rockstar wasted like Nirvana (wasted, huh)
Marii Beatz, turn me up
She's a superstar, I need to sign her
Super bad bitch, I'm tryna find her
She so bad, she made me switch the lineup
Fresh fade, just got it lined up
Big old booty, it's draggin' behind her
She's my Wonder Woman, my bitch from Wakanda
Crocodile Birkins and piranhas
Rockstar wasted like Nirvana
Bad bitch with a body
I'ma make her call me papi
Niggas gettin' out they body
F*ck the opps, they can't stop me
Black Card in my wallet
I ain't never snitched, I'm solid
Bands to make the watches rocky
F*ckin' up the money like Scottie
Black thick chick, she cocky
Eat a nigga balls like broccoli
Hard in the paint like Barkley
Hard to kill, they can't chop me
New coupe, they can't park it
Claim the beef up, let's spark it
Geeked up so high, in orbit
Money so tall, it's corporate
Shawty said I taste like sherbet
I don't even think she worthy
I don't think she deserve it
New Phantom with the curtain
Zone 6 Julius Irving
Supermodel bitch, she perfect
Pass her, Kyrie Irving
My hoe so bad, they nervous
She's a superstar, I need to sign her
Super bad bitch, I'm tryna find her
She so bad, she made me switch the lineup
Fresh fade, just got it lined up
Big old booty, it's draggin' behind her
She's my Wonder Woman, my bitch from Wakanda
Crocodile Birkins and piranhas
Rockstar wasted like Nirvana
My lil' bitch gettin' dollars
Green like an iguana
Grande, Ariana
We'll bust your piñata, shotta
My lil' devil wear Prada, yeah
She'll lie to your honor, yeah
Bad bitch is her partner, yeah
Smokin' on the ganja, she high as hell
She shop 'til she drop like she live in the mall
Gotta fly where it's hot, that's where she live in the fall
Give a damn what them haters say
Shawty livin' in a real major way
Never put shit on layaway
She'll work a nigga on Labor Day
You so beautiful, boo, I'm in a beautiful mood
'Cause I'm a beautiful dude, and your friends beautiful too
I let her shop 'til she drop, closet look like a mall
And I'ma fly her where it's hot when the temp start to fall, burr
She's a superstar, I need to sign her
Super bad bitch, I'm tryna find her
She so bad, she made me switch the lineup
Fresh fade, just got it lined up
Big old booty, it's draggin' behind her
She's my Wonder Woman, my bitch from Wakanda
Crocodile Birkins and piranhas
Rockstar wasted like Nirvana (wasted, huh)
Writer: Radric Davis, Jamarii Massey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Upgrade
Huh
Ain't nobody like you
Wow, huh
Don't need no upgrade, 'cause you're my upgrade
You taste like strawberry with sugar on top and some whipped cream
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with you, girl, I like the way you're shaped
Ain't wasting no time, I'ma f*ck you right now, freaking to Jodeci
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you
I've been thinkin' 'bout you constantly, girl, I can't even lie
Be to hard to leave you 'lone, baby, I can't even try
Yeah, your looks the first thing captured me, girl, I can't even lie
Way your gap keep lookin' at me, hard for me look in your eyes
F*ck your friends, don't tell 'em shit 'bout me, them bitches love to pry (it's Gucci)
Never met a nigga half of me, they devils in disguise
All the stupid shit I do, I wish I knew the reason why
All the things I put you through, I know that you my ride or die
Heard the cops was lookin' for me, you know you my alibi
Know it's hard to love me sometimes and you tryin' hard not to cry
Every day my life is wonderful and you the reason why
I get too cocky, man, I'm feeling myself, I need some humble pie
Don't need no upgrade, 'cause you're my upgrade
You taste like strawberry with sugar on top and some whipped cream
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with you, girl, I like the way you're shaped
Ain't wasting no time, I'ma f*ck you right now, freaking to Jodeci
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you
I know anything that I want, I can get it though
I know you was special, when I met you I admitted though
I told you how it gotta be and you said you was with it, so
I can peep by the convo, you not no silly hoe
Yeah, I own all the cars you seen in the video
Do you know you lookin' at a cold-hearted gigolo?
Diamonds in my figaro, run circles 'round a square, hoe
She don't wanna downgrade, she's Gucci Mane LaFlare's hoe
Head on the yacht, cool, f*ck me on the chair, ooh
Suck me in the air, woah, baby got a rare throat
Hard dog, black crow, passenger, ass swole
North Pole, ice froze, red paint, good scroll
Don't need no upgrade, 'cause you're my upgrade
You taste like strawberry with sugar on top and some whipped cream
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with you, girl, I like the way you're shaped
Ain't wasting no time, I'ma f*ck you right now, freaking to Jodeci
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
(J. White, I need a beat I can go off on, ooh)
Ain't nobody like
Ain't nobody like you
Ain't nobody like you
Wow, huh
Don't need no upgrade, 'cause you're my upgrade
You taste like strawberry with sugar on top and some whipped cream
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with you, girl, I like the way you're shaped
Ain't wasting no time, I'ma f*ck you right now, freaking to Jodeci
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you
I've been thinkin' 'bout you constantly, girl, I can't even lie
Be to hard to leave you 'lone, baby, I can't even try
Yeah, your looks the first thing captured me, girl, I can't even lie
Way your gap keep lookin' at me, hard for me look in your eyes
F*ck your friends, don't tell 'em shit 'bout me, them bitches love to pry (it's Gucci)
Never met a nigga half of me, they devils in disguise
All the stupid shit I do, I wish I knew the reason why
All the things I put you through, I know that you my ride or die
Heard the cops was lookin' for me, you know you my alibi
Know it's hard to love me sometimes and you tryin' hard not to cry
Every day my life is wonderful and you the reason why
I get too cocky, man, I'm feeling myself, I need some humble pie
Don't need no upgrade, 'cause you're my upgrade
You taste like strawberry with sugar on top and some whipped cream
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with you, girl, I like the way you're shaped
Ain't wasting no time, I'ma f*ck you right now, freaking to Jodeci
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you
I know anything that I want, I can get it though
I know you was special, when I met you I admitted though
I told you how it gotta be and you said you was with it, so
I can peep by the convo, you not no silly hoe
Yeah, I own all the cars you seen in the video
Do you know you lookin' at a cold-hearted gigolo?
Diamonds in my figaro, run circles 'round a square, hoe
She don't wanna downgrade, she's Gucci Mane LaFlare's hoe
Head on the yacht, cool, f*ck me on the chair, ooh
Suck me in the air, woah, baby got a rare throat
Hard dog, black crow, passenger, ass swole
North Pole, ice froze, red paint, good scroll
Don't need no upgrade, 'cause you're my upgrade
You taste like strawberry with sugar on top and some whipped cream
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with you, girl, I like the way you're shaped
Ain't wasting no time, I'ma f*ck you right now, freaking to Jodeci
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
Ain't nobody like you
Ain't nobody like you (upgrade, upgrade)
(J. White, I need a beat I can go off on, ooh)
Ain't nobody like
Ain't nobody like you
Writer: Anthony Germaine White, Evan Hancock, Radric Delantic Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lame
808 Mafia
Evel Knievel
Ha
Southside on the track, yeah
1017
I'm a cocaine cowboy, got bricks right now, boy
Just call me and then I'm on the way (on the way)
They locked my homeboy down, but I hold my partner down
You know he called me, he good, it's on the way (on the way)
It's on the way (on the way), you in the way (you in the way)
Touch down with yay, rain, sunny, cloudy day (cloudy day)
No cloudy days (no cloudy days), no rainy days (no rainy days)
Man, I done had my share of motherf*cking rain
A lot of pain, a lot of chains
Felt like a slave, all this motherf*cking rage (a lot of rage)
I want a change, I made a change
So much 'caine, I'm in Sun Valley hall of fame
I'm at the Twelve, I made her do the walk of shame
I'm Gucci Mane, that's who I was before the fame
These clout chasers tryna come up off my name (on my name)
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
'Cause you's a lame, you's a lame
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (you's a lame)
You's a lame, 'cause you's a lame
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
'Cause you's a lame
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (won't even talk to y'all niggas)
'Cause you's a lame, 'cause you's a lame (Taylor Gang)
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (uh, yeah)
Bitch, you's a lame, look at my chain (woah)
Nothing but diamonds, I could put you on to game
Your best friend wanna f*ck me, that's a shame
But I don't even hit it, she just give me brain
My car insane, got so much change
I made a hundred mil' and never been the same (Goddamn)
I gained everything 'cause I've been through the pain
Now if my day is cloudy, I just make it rain
I keep a hundred bad hoes
Ticket smell all of my clothes
She hit my phone, said she close
Shop in the store when it's closed (damn)
I'm only there if it's hoes
They say I'm doing the most
Ever since I've been in first class, I ain't ever went back to coach
Started playing for the team, now bitch, I'm the coach (ooh)
She ain't like me, see my chain, now the bitches approach (ooh)
I give her different strokes (damn)
I put the dick in her throat (woah)
I get the paper and go (oh)
I get a mil' and get more, woah, woah
'Cause you's a lame, you's a lame (Goddamn)
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (oh my God)
You's a lame, 'cause you's a lame (hahahaha)
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
'Cause you's a lame
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (1017, double M)
'Cause you's a lame (you a lame), 'cause you's a lame (you a lame)
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (let's go, nigga)
Maybach Music
Brick boy, I'm whipping work up like I'm Nick Gordon
In a purple 9-11, still in a bidding war
Bal Harbor, Neiman Marcus, I bought the fifth floor
Took her shoppin', need it all, this fat boy just gettin' more (me)
Mailman, he keep peelin' a nigga, Pell Grant (uh)
Pants fell, TEC-9, who wanna deal in? (bang)
Swimming pool, my shit bigger than at Six Flags
I just flood all on my hundreds with my rich ass (M-M)
Bend over, I got a bitch I pay to wipe my ass
Caught a seizure, I'm the shit, this time I peed my pants
Check his vital signs, I heard he goin' broke
Couple cases of champagne, I hear she snortin' coke
'Cause you's a lame, you's a lame (Maybach Music)
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
You's a lame, 'cause you's a lame
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
'Cause you's a lame
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
'Cause you's a lame, 'cause you's a lame
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
('Cause you's a lame)
Evel Knievel
Ha
Southside on the track, yeah
1017
I'm a cocaine cowboy, got bricks right now, boy
Just call me and then I'm on the way (on the way)
They locked my homeboy down, but I hold my partner down
You know he called me, he good, it's on the way (on the way)
It's on the way (on the way), you in the way (you in the way)
Touch down with yay, rain, sunny, cloudy day (cloudy day)
No cloudy days (no cloudy days), no rainy days (no rainy days)
Man, I done had my share of motherf*cking rain
A lot of pain, a lot of chains
Felt like a slave, all this motherf*cking rage (a lot of rage)
I want a change, I made a change
So much 'caine, I'm in Sun Valley hall of fame
I'm at the Twelve, I made her do the walk of shame
I'm Gucci Mane, that's who I was before the fame
These clout chasers tryna come up off my name (on my name)
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
'Cause you's a lame, you's a lame
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (you's a lame)
You's a lame, 'cause you's a lame
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
'Cause you's a lame
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (won't even talk to y'all niggas)
'Cause you's a lame, 'cause you's a lame (Taylor Gang)
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (uh, yeah)
Bitch, you's a lame, look at my chain (woah)
Nothing but diamonds, I could put you on to game
Your best friend wanna f*ck me, that's a shame
But I don't even hit it, she just give me brain
My car insane, got so much change
I made a hundred mil' and never been the same (Goddamn)
I gained everything 'cause I've been through the pain
Now if my day is cloudy, I just make it rain
I keep a hundred bad hoes
Ticket smell all of my clothes
She hit my phone, said she close
Shop in the store when it's closed (damn)
I'm only there if it's hoes
They say I'm doing the most
Ever since I've been in first class, I ain't ever went back to coach
Started playing for the team, now bitch, I'm the coach (ooh)
She ain't like me, see my chain, now the bitches approach (ooh)
I give her different strokes (damn)
I put the dick in her throat (woah)
I get the paper and go (oh)
I get a mil' and get more, woah, woah
'Cause you's a lame, you's a lame (Goddamn)
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (oh my God)
You's a lame, 'cause you's a lame (hahahaha)
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
'Cause you's a lame
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (1017, double M)
'Cause you's a lame (you a lame), 'cause you's a lame (you a lame)
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (let's go, nigga)
Maybach Music
Brick boy, I'm whipping work up like I'm Nick Gordon
In a purple 9-11, still in a bidding war
Bal Harbor, Neiman Marcus, I bought the fifth floor
Took her shoppin', need it all, this fat boy just gettin' more (me)
Mailman, he keep peelin' a nigga, Pell Grant (uh)
Pants fell, TEC-9, who wanna deal in? (bang)
Swimming pool, my shit bigger than at Six Flags
I just flood all on my hundreds with my rich ass (M-M)
Bend over, I got a bitch I pay to wipe my ass
Caught a seizure, I'm the shit, this time I peed my pants
Check his vital signs, I heard he goin' broke
Couple cases of champagne, I hear she snortin' coke
'Cause you's a lame, you's a lame (Maybach Music)
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
You's a lame, 'cause you's a lame
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
'Cause you's a lame
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
'Cause you's a lame, 'cause you's a lame
Stay in your motherf*ckin' lane 'cause you's a lame
('Cause you's a lame)
Writer: Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Radric Delantic Davis, William Leonard Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Potential
Hah
Mwah
Ricky Racks
Hah, hah, hah
Whoo!
All that ass sittin' on your back, you got potential (hah)
You got potential (whoo), you got potential (wow)
You keep sucking that dick like that, you got potential
You got potential (hah), you got potential (yeah, yeah)
You keep throwing that pussy back, you got potential
You got potential (hah), you got potential
Your waist so slim, your gap so fat, you got potential
You got potential (oh), you got potential, hah
Counting my paper in binders (yeah)
Look for your girl, you can't find her (what?)
You can't find her, you can't find her (no)
All in my crib, I'm behind her (yeah)
Yeah, what? First day, f*cked her with condom (huh)
Yeah, hey, then I got comfortable, f*cked her, no condom (yeah)
Yeah, sleep on my comp in a hammock (uh)
Cut that bitch off, need a bandage (what?)
Getting money, they can't stand it (yeah)
Getting money, they can't stand it, yeah
I took that bitch out of her panties (huh)
College bitch, f*cked her on campus (huh)
Diamonds, they wet like Atlantis (yeah)
Boy, I'm so high, I'm not landing (no)
F*ck from the back, give her damage (yeah)
I was the one, I ain't plan it (yeah)
I was the one, I ain't plan it (yeah)
Ball them blue hunnids up, they look like Sonic, yeah (what?)
Look at my Rollie and timing (go)
Tell me how fast you can count it (go)
Tell me how fast you can count it (go)
All that ass sittin' on your back, you got potential (hah)
You got potential (whoo), you got potential (wow)
You keep sucking that dick like that, you got potential
You got potential (hah), you got potential (yeah, yeah)
You keep throwing that pussy back, you got potential
You got potential (hah), you got potential
Your waist so slim, your gap so fat, you got potential
You got potential (oh), you got potential, hah
Pulled up 3 deep, jumped off the jet, me Dolph and Uzi
I'm flying to the pussy, I feel like a groupie
Four bitches, one Gucci Man, it look like a movie
Soak me so long in Jacuzzi, I'm feeling woozy
Girl, you so smart, you's a genius, that's why you're choosy
Got on four rings on one finger, it's Ruby Tuesday (Burr burr)
Your print bulgin' like my pockets, you got potential to me
Got a lil' waist and pretty face and that's essential to me
And if your man ain't worth a mil' no need to mention to me
And if you niggas ain't gettin' no money, then please don't listen to me
She wanna learn, I wanna teach, she got detention with me
She only f*ck with rich niggas, great decision to me, it's Wop!
All that ass sittin' on your back, you got potential (hah)
You got potential (whoo), you got potential (wow)
You keep sucking that dick like that, you got potential
You got potential (hah), you got potential (yeah, yeah)
You keep throwing that pussy back, you got potential
You got potential (hah), you got potential
Your waist so slim, your gap so fat, you got potential
You got potential (oh), you got potential, hah
Ayy, who is that shining like that? (damn)
Rocking all of them diamonds like that (woo)
All of my bitches they love me (yeah)
And I love all my bitches back, yeah
She like the way that I talk (yeah, man)
But I like the way that she walk (ay)
She said all she ever wanted in her life was a boss (uh)
Just put 5 mill' in the bank, ayy, just stuck 2 mill' in a safe, yeah
50 racks on me today (for real)
Nigga, you broke, you in the way (for real)
Today in that 488 (for real)
Man I'm gettin' tired of my Wraith (for real)
Passenger seat, that's my bae (ha)
On the backseat, got that K (grrah)
Met her today and I f*cked today (woo)
Pussy so good don't know what to say (shit)
Call her tomorrow, replay
Bring all your friends, three way
I hit her and say what you doing (ay)
You ain't with me, bitch, you losing (this dog)
Says she got a friend for Uzi (aight)
Say she got a cousin for Gucci
All that ass sittin' on your back, you got potential (hah)
You got potential (whoo), you got potential (wow)
You keep sucking that dick like that, you got potential
You got potential (hah), you got potential (yeah, yeah)
You keep throwing that pussy back, you got potential
You got potential (hah), you got potential
Your waist so slim, your gap so fat, you got potential
You got potential (oh), you got potential, hah
Mwah
Ricky Racks
Hah, hah, hah
Whoo!
All that ass sittin' on your back, you got potential (hah)
You got potential (whoo), you got potential (wow)
You keep sucking that dick like that, you got potential
You got potential (hah), you got potential (yeah, yeah)
You keep throwing that pussy back, you got potential
You got potential (hah), you got potential
Your waist so slim, your gap so fat, you got potential
You got potential (oh), you got potential, hah
Counting my paper in binders (yeah)
Look for your girl, you can't find her (what?)
You can't find her, you can't find her (no)
All in my crib, I'm behind her (yeah)
Yeah, what? First day, f*cked her with condom (huh)
Yeah, hey, then I got comfortable, f*cked her, no condom (yeah)
Yeah, sleep on my comp in a hammock (uh)
Cut that bitch off, need a bandage (what?)
Getting money, they can't stand it (yeah)
Getting money, they can't stand it, yeah
I took that bitch out of her panties (huh)
College bitch, f*cked her on campus (huh)
Diamonds, they wet like Atlantis (yeah)
Boy, I'm so high, I'm not landing (no)
F*ck from the back, give her damage (yeah)
I was the one, I ain't plan it (yeah)
I was the one, I ain't plan it (yeah)
Ball them blue hunnids up, they look like Sonic, yeah (what?)
Look at my Rollie and timing (go)
Tell me how fast you can count it (go)
Tell me how fast you can count it (go)
All that ass sittin' on your back, you got potential (hah)
You got potential (whoo), you got potential (wow)
You keep sucking that dick like that, you got potential
You got potential (hah), you got potential (yeah, yeah)
You keep throwing that pussy back, you got potential
You got potential (hah), you got potential
Your waist so slim, your gap so fat, you got potential
You got potential (oh), you got potential, hah
Pulled up 3 deep, jumped off the jet, me Dolph and Uzi
I'm flying to the pussy, I feel like a groupie
Four bitches, one Gucci Man, it look like a movie
Soak me so long in Jacuzzi, I'm feeling woozy
Girl, you so smart, you's a genius, that's why you're choosy
Got on four rings on one finger, it's Ruby Tuesday (Burr burr)
Your print bulgin' like my pockets, you got potential to me
Got a lil' waist and pretty face and that's essential to me
And if your man ain't worth a mil' no need to mention to me
And if you niggas ain't gettin' no money, then please don't listen to me
She wanna learn, I wanna teach, she got detention with me
She only f*ck with rich niggas, great decision to me, it's Wop!
All that ass sittin' on your back, you got potential (hah)
You got potential (whoo), you got potential (wow)
You keep sucking that dick like that, you got potential
You got potential (hah), you got potential (yeah, yeah)
You keep throwing that pussy back, you got potential
You got potential (hah), you got potential
Your waist so slim, your gap so fat, you got potential
You got potential (oh), you got potential, hah
Ayy, who is that shining like that? (damn)
Rocking all of them diamonds like that (woo)
All of my bitches they love me (yeah)
And I love all my bitches back, yeah
She like the way that I talk (yeah, man)
But I like the way that she walk (ay)
She said all she ever wanted in her life was a boss (uh)
Just put 5 mill' in the bank, ayy, just stuck 2 mill' in a safe, yeah
50 racks on me today (for real)
Nigga, you broke, you in the way (for real)
Today in that 488 (for real)
Man I'm gettin' tired of my Wraith (for real)
Passenger seat, that's my bae (ha)
On the backseat, got that K (grrah)
Met her today and I f*cked today (woo)
Pussy so good don't know what to say (shit)
Call her tomorrow, replay
Bring all your friends, three way
I hit her and say what you doing (ay)
You ain't with me, bitch, you losing (this dog)
Says she got a friend for Uzi (aight)
Say she got a cousin for Gucci
All that ass sittin' on your back, you got potential (hah)
You got potential (whoo), you got potential (wow)
You keep sucking that dick like that, you got potential
You got potential (hah), you got potential (yeah, yeah)
You keep throwing that pussy back, you got potential
You got potential (hah), you got potential
Your waist so slim, your gap so fat, you got potential
You got potential (oh), you got potential, hah
Writer: Adolph Thornton, Radric Davis, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Human Chandelier
Huh, D-O-G
Wow, wow, wow, wow, Wop
Yeah, huh, go, go
Is it a crime to be feelin' yourself? 'Cause I'm gettin' cocky as hell
Ain't got time to be goin' to jail but I been feelin' myself
For three months they say Gucci canceled, I'll be rockin' Chanel
Know you heard 'bout my rep, I got murders on my belt
Black and green Moncler ring, call that bitch the Boston Celts
Sent a fiend to rehab but that shit didn't even help
Tell the haters when they see me, "Look, but do not make no step"
Slidin' through Charlotte in my Spyder, man, I think I left a web
Dope jumping like Spud Webb, tell a hater go to Hell
I'ma send a ting through the mail and drive the money in myself
Early ting, East Atlanta, we was broke, we jumped the rail
On my dick, had to ante up, pitch in to pay for bail (it's Gucci)
Water like a whale, cold as a polar bear
The human chandelier, coldest nigga ever lived
Diamonds in my ear, I look in the mirror
What you lookin' at? The coldest nigga ever lived
Brand new truck, it's yellow, and it came with an umbrella
Shawty got a bod' but she's a known woodpecker, 'pecker
Crowd full of folks, Coachella, 'chella
Mob hit like Costella, 'stella
Wise guy like Goodfella (Fella)
She wanna suck me up, I let her, let her
Beat her from the back, it's better, better
Told her hit back, she better, better
Gucci Mane got forever cheddar
Save a bitch, I never ever
Grippin' on her head, I pet her
Took her out to eat, I fed her
Knew she was a freak when I met her, met her
Fly ass and I jet her, jet her
She drink it all up like kettle
Dick rock hard, it's metal, metal
Head so good, got a medal, medal
Bad bitch, I'ma go get her, get her
Broke hoes hate, they bitter, bitter
I'ma leave money for the sitter, sitter
I'ma keep rollin', they quitters, quitters
They gon' keep trolling on Twitter, Twitters
Water like a whale, cold as a polar bear
The human chandelier, coldest nigga ever lived
Diamonds in my ear, I look in the mirror
What you lookin' at? The coldest nigga ever lived
Water like a whale, cold as a polar bear
The human chandelier, coldest nigga ever lived
Diamonds in my ear, I look in the mirror
What you lookin' at? The coldest nigga ever lived
Wow, wow, wow, wow, Wop
Yeah, huh, go, go
Is it a crime to be feelin' yourself? 'Cause I'm gettin' cocky as hell
Ain't got time to be goin' to jail but I been feelin' myself
For three months they say Gucci canceled, I'll be rockin' Chanel
Know you heard 'bout my rep, I got murders on my belt
Black and green Moncler ring, call that bitch the Boston Celts
Sent a fiend to rehab but that shit didn't even help
Tell the haters when they see me, "Look, but do not make no step"
Slidin' through Charlotte in my Spyder, man, I think I left a web
Dope jumping like Spud Webb, tell a hater go to Hell
I'ma send a ting through the mail and drive the money in myself
Early ting, East Atlanta, we was broke, we jumped the rail
On my dick, had to ante up, pitch in to pay for bail (it's Gucci)
Water like a whale, cold as a polar bear
The human chandelier, coldest nigga ever lived
Diamonds in my ear, I look in the mirror
What you lookin' at? The coldest nigga ever lived
Brand new truck, it's yellow, and it came with an umbrella
Shawty got a bod' but she's a known woodpecker, 'pecker
Crowd full of folks, Coachella, 'chella
Mob hit like Costella, 'stella
Wise guy like Goodfella (Fella)
She wanna suck me up, I let her, let her
Beat her from the back, it's better, better
Told her hit back, she better, better
Gucci Mane got forever cheddar
Save a bitch, I never ever
Grippin' on her head, I pet her
Took her out to eat, I fed her
Knew she was a freak when I met her, met her
Fly ass and I jet her, jet her
She drink it all up like kettle
Dick rock hard, it's metal, metal
Head so good, got a medal, medal
Bad bitch, I'ma go get her, get her
Broke hoes hate, they bitter, bitter
I'ma leave money for the sitter, sitter
I'ma keep rollin', they quitters, quitters
They gon' keep trolling on Twitter, Twitters
Water like a whale, cold as a polar bear
The human chandelier, coldest nigga ever lived
Diamonds in my ear, I look in the mirror
What you lookin' at? The coldest nigga ever lived
Water like a whale, cold as a polar bear
The human chandelier, coldest nigga ever lived
Diamonds in my ear, I look in the mirror
What you lookin' at? The coldest nigga ever lived
Writer: Radric Davis, Jamarii Massey, Daremey Steptoe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Us
Ha, Wop
Yeah, it's Gucci
Guwop
Huh (Wizzop)
Woah, Kenny
Lemonade convertible, I flushed it 'til the motor broke
You don't want this type of smoke, this shit here worse than smoking dope
Drew a line and pick us out, I did that a long time ago
Can't come outside or press rewind, some words are unretractable
Heard you 'bout that action, captain, what the f*ck you cappin' for?
I see through the fake bravado, boy, you mad your money low
Glacier Gang got stupid dough, your CEO is super poor
Y'all niggas some actors, but my chopper can flip tractors, so
It's us over them, we kill 'em with the M's
It's us over them, like we don't even see 'em
It's us over them, yeah, we just made a film
It's us over them, we ballin', broke the rim
It's us over them, and that's just what it is
It's us over them, like we don't even see 'em
It's us over them, we kill 'em with them M's
It's us over them, and that's just what it is
Coupe low to the earth, touching the turf
Thug to my core but they calling me sir
Phantom is ready, it came with a fur
Emerald cut watch, yeah, it came with a blur
Some locals in here and some jokers in here
My chauffeur is near, it's no smoking, my dear
I'm missin' my deal, missin' a lil'
Done with you niggas, I'm keepin' it real
Stealing ideas, ride on my Lears
I'ma kick back and lay back at the crib
Ten of the mid, makin' it big
MTV cribs, yeah, we makin' 'em dig
Sleep with the SIG 'cause he play with the kid
Quick on the draw like I'm Billy the Kid
Ice on my neck, got me cold as the fridge
Gucci the GOAT, I stay 'way from the pigs
It's us over them, we kill 'em with the M's
It's us over them, like we don't even see 'em
It's us over them, yeah, we just made a film
It's us over them, we ballin', broke the rim
It's us over them, and that's just what it is
It's us over them, like we don't even see 'em
It's us over them, we kill 'em with them M's
It's us over them, and that's just what it is
Us
Us
Yeah, it's Gucci
Guwop
Huh (Wizzop)
Woah, Kenny
Lemonade convertible, I flushed it 'til the motor broke
You don't want this type of smoke, this shit here worse than smoking dope
Drew a line and pick us out, I did that a long time ago
Can't come outside or press rewind, some words are unretractable
Heard you 'bout that action, captain, what the f*ck you cappin' for?
I see through the fake bravado, boy, you mad your money low
Glacier Gang got stupid dough, your CEO is super poor
Y'all niggas some actors, but my chopper can flip tractors, so
It's us over them, we kill 'em with the M's
It's us over them, like we don't even see 'em
It's us over them, yeah, we just made a film
It's us over them, we ballin', broke the rim
It's us over them, and that's just what it is
It's us over them, like we don't even see 'em
It's us over them, we kill 'em with them M's
It's us over them, and that's just what it is
Coupe low to the earth, touching the turf
Thug to my core but they calling me sir
Phantom is ready, it came with a fur
Emerald cut watch, yeah, it came with a blur
Some locals in here and some jokers in here
My chauffeur is near, it's no smoking, my dear
I'm missin' my deal, missin' a lil'
Done with you niggas, I'm keepin' it real
Stealing ideas, ride on my Lears
I'ma kick back and lay back at the crib
Ten of the mid, makin' it big
MTV cribs, yeah, we makin' 'em dig
Sleep with the SIG 'cause he play with the kid
Quick on the draw like I'm Billy the Kid
Ice on my neck, got me cold as the fridge
Gucci the GOAT, I stay 'way from the pigs
It's us over them, we kill 'em with the M's
It's us over them, like we don't even see 'em
It's us over them, yeah, we just made a film
It's us over them, we ballin', broke the rim
It's us over them, and that's just what it is
It's us over them, like we don't even see 'em
It's us over them, we kill 'em with them M's
It's us over them, and that's just what it is
Us
Us
Writer: Radric Delantic Davis, Kenneth Charles III Blume
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Look At Me Now
Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up
Take off
Said I was bad, now I'm rich, they say I'm nice now
The royal treatment what I get when I bring my wife around
Invited to exclusive events, yeah, that's my life, clown
First they was scared of me, but now they all feel safe now
Said I was ugly, but she can't stay out my face now
Ooh, how they lovin' me, man, this industry so fake, wow
They call me Mr. Clean because I put that lean down
I'm writin' checks, I'm payin' tax, my money clean, clown
Upgrade the sixty carat ring for the queen now
I had to cop the four-door Phantom for the king now
You know the team 1017 shine when the lights out
They tryna surf on Guwop wave but they wiped out
They had to cool the crowd off, brought the ice out
They thinkin' I'ma pipe it down, but they psyched out (no)
They say I'm bad 'cause I'm rich, yeah, I'm nice now
I'm a legend in this shit, I've been nice, clown (it's Gucci)
I was down for a second but I'm up now
I had to turn my life around, yeah, I fell down
Went through hell to get here, but I'm up now
In cold cells, I shed tears, but I'm up now
I was down for a second but I'm up now
I had to turn my life around, yeah, I fell down
I went through hell to get here, but I'm up now
In cold cells, I shed tears, but I'm up now
Now
It's imperative that I change the narrative
Haha
Look at me then, look at me now (look at me now)
Say you my friend, but tell me how? (you not my friend)
Kicked, I was down (when I was)
You been talked down
Can't come around (can't come around)
You're not my round (you're not my round)
See through the grin
Know it's a frown (know it's a frown)
Back on the town
Give me my crown (give me my crown)
Look at me now (look at me now)
Golds out my mouth (golds out my mouth)
At Mr. Chow (at Mr. Chow)
Me and my spouse (me and my, mwah)
Look at my coupe, look at my house (skrrt)
My mom and pops (mom), they in the clouds (pop)
They lookin' down (they lookin')
I know they proud (I know that)
My engine loud (my engine, yoom)
My paint so wild (my paint so, it's Gucci)
I was down for a second but I'm up now
I had to turn my life around, yeah, I fell down
Went through hell to get here, but I'm up now
In cold cells, I shed tears, but I'm up now
I was down for a second but I'm up now
I had to turn my life around, yeah, I fell down
I went through hell to get here, but I'm up now
In cold cells, I shed tears, but I'm up now
Now
Take off
Said I was bad, now I'm rich, they say I'm nice now
The royal treatment what I get when I bring my wife around
Invited to exclusive events, yeah, that's my life, clown
First they was scared of me, but now they all feel safe now
Said I was ugly, but she can't stay out my face now
Ooh, how they lovin' me, man, this industry so fake, wow
They call me Mr. Clean because I put that lean down
I'm writin' checks, I'm payin' tax, my money clean, clown
Upgrade the sixty carat ring for the queen now
I had to cop the four-door Phantom for the king now
You know the team 1017 shine when the lights out
They tryna surf on Guwop wave but they wiped out
They had to cool the crowd off, brought the ice out
They thinkin' I'ma pipe it down, but they psyched out (no)
They say I'm bad 'cause I'm rich, yeah, I'm nice now
I'm a legend in this shit, I've been nice, clown (it's Gucci)
I was down for a second but I'm up now
I had to turn my life around, yeah, I fell down
Went through hell to get here, but I'm up now
In cold cells, I shed tears, but I'm up now
I was down for a second but I'm up now
I had to turn my life around, yeah, I fell down
I went through hell to get here, but I'm up now
In cold cells, I shed tears, but I'm up now
Now
It's imperative that I change the narrative
Haha
Look at me then, look at me now (look at me now)
Say you my friend, but tell me how? (you not my friend)
Kicked, I was down (when I was)
You been talked down
Can't come around (can't come around)
You're not my round (you're not my round)
See through the grin
Know it's a frown (know it's a frown)
Back on the town
Give me my crown (give me my crown)
Look at me now (look at me now)
Golds out my mouth (golds out my mouth)
At Mr. Chow (at Mr. Chow)
Me and my spouse (me and my, mwah)
Look at my coupe, look at my house (skrrt)
My mom and pops (mom), they in the clouds (pop)
They lookin' down (they lookin')
I know they proud (I know that)
My engine loud (my engine, yoom)
My paint so wild (my paint so, it's Gucci)
I was down for a second but I'm up now
I had to turn my life around, yeah, I fell down
Went through hell to get here, but I'm up now
In cold cells, I shed tears, but I'm up now
I was down for a second but I'm up now
I had to turn my life around, yeah, I fell down
I went through hell to get here, but I'm up now
In cold cells, I shed tears, but I'm up now
Now
Writer: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Radric Delantic Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Making of a Murderer
This beat from Murda (Murda)
Started off a local dude, like, nah, I never heard of you (it's Gucci)
They wouldn't give me a shot, but now my money got a vertical (it's jumpin')
Started on the MARTA bus, but now I drive convertibles (vert)
It's Gucci Mane and Murda Beatz, and niggas wanna murder you (well damn)
The dope so clean, I cut it, they didn't know this shit was surgical (woo)
Can't let the haters in no more, that's what I closed the curtain for
Started as a burglar, but turned into a murderer (woo)
The story of me growin' up, the making of a murderer (it's Gucci)
Come ride with the BC, me, pre the Gucci
Yup, in my black tee (yup), hand on my Uzi (yup)
Trigger finger squeeze in the sun (yup), like a Capri (yup)
Try me, young boy (yup), strapped to an IV (bah)
'80 baby, crack spread just like poison ivy (skrrt)
Without it, where would I be? Sun Valley with the ivory (damn)
Ask how I survived it, real crazy and conniving (crazy)
Guwop really grimey, I send a slug, he slimey
Wasn't born with diamonds, me and money wasn't Siamese
Killed that boy with kindness, delivery killers, Chinese
Let's have a moment for silence for anyone else try me
Started off a local dude, like, nah, I never heard of you (it's Gucci)
They wouldn't give me a shot, but now my money got a vertical (it's jumpin')
Started on the MARTA bus, but now I drive convertibles (vert)
It's Gucci Mane and Murda Beatz, and niggas wanna murder you (well damn)
The dope so clean, I cut it, they didn't know this shit was surgical (woo)
Can't let the haters in no more, that's what I closed the curtain for
Started as a burglar, but turned into a murderer (woo)
The story of me growin' up, the making of a murderer (it's Gucci)
Sun Valley rushes, everybody buckin' (yeah)
Touch one man (one), now everybody touchin' (touch)
Lump him like a pumpkin, everybody stompin' (stomp)
One man jump in, now everybody jumpin' (jump)
My hood is full of junkies, at night they walkin' zombies (huh)
The neighbors sayin' nothin', it's vigilante justice (shh)
They still can't find no suspect, detective screamin', "f*ck it" (woo)
I re-up with your budget, I grab a brick and bust it (woo)
Started off a local dude, like, nah, I never heard of you (it's Gucci)
They wouldn't give me a shot, but now my money got a vertical (it's jumpin')
Started on the MARTA bus, but now I drive convertibles (vert)
It's Gucci Mane and Murda Beatz, and niggas wanna murder you (well damn)
The dope so clean, I cut it, they didn't know this shit was surgical (woo)
Can't let the haters in no more, that's what I closed the curtain for
Started as a burglar, but turned into a murderer (woo)
The story of me growin' up, the making of a murderer (it's Gucci)
Started off a local dude, like, nah, I never heard of you (it's Gucci)
They wouldn't give me a shot, but now my money got a vertical (it's jumpin')
Started on the MARTA bus, but now I drive convertibles (vert)
It's Gucci Mane and Murda Beatz, and niggas wanna murder you (well damn)
The dope so clean, I cut it, they didn't know this shit was surgical (woo)
Can't let the haters in no more, that's what I closed the curtain for
Started as a burglar, but turned into a murderer (woo)
The story of me growin' up, the making of a murderer (it's Gucci)
Come ride with the BC, me, pre the Gucci
Yup, in my black tee (yup), hand on my Uzi (yup)
Trigger finger squeeze in the sun (yup), like a Capri (yup)
Try me, young boy (yup), strapped to an IV (bah)
'80 baby, crack spread just like poison ivy (skrrt)
Without it, where would I be? Sun Valley with the ivory (damn)
Ask how I survived it, real crazy and conniving (crazy)
Guwop really grimey, I send a slug, he slimey
Wasn't born with diamonds, me and money wasn't Siamese
Killed that boy with kindness, delivery killers, Chinese
Let's have a moment for silence for anyone else try me
Started off a local dude, like, nah, I never heard of you (it's Gucci)
They wouldn't give me a shot, but now my money got a vertical (it's jumpin')
Started on the MARTA bus, but now I drive convertibles (vert)
It's Gucci Mane and Murda Beatz, and niggas wanna murder you (well damn)
The dope so clean, I cut it, they didn't know this shit was surgical (woo)
Can't let the haters in no more, that's what I closed the curtain for
Started as a burglar, but turned into a murderer (woo)
The story of me growin' up, the making of a murderer (it's Gucci)
Sun Valley rushes, everybody buckin' (yeah)
Touch one man (one), now everybody touchin' (touch)
Lump him like a pumpkin, everybody stompin' (stomp)
One man jump in, now everybody jumpin' (jump)
My hood is full of junkies, at night they walkin' zombies (huh)
The neighbors sayin' nothin', it's vigilante justice (shh)
They still can't find no suspect, detective screamin', "f*ck it" (woo)
I re-up with your budget, I grab a brick and bust it (woo)
Started off a local dude, like, nah, I never heard of you (it's Gucci)
They wouldn't give me a shot, but now my money got a vertical (it's jumpin')
Started on the MARTA bus, but now I drive convertibles (vert)
It's Gucci Mane and Murda Beatz, and niggas wanna murder you (well damn)
The dope so clean, I cut it, they didn't know this shit was surgical (woo)
Can't let the haters in no more, that's what I closed the curtain for
Started as a burglar, but turned into a murderer (woo)
The story of me growin' up, the making of a murderer (it's Gucci)
Writer: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Radric Delantic Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Outro (Delusions of Grandeur)
(Zaytoven)
Huh
Wop (evil)
Evil Knevil, haha
Big boss status, it's the motherf*ckin' Wizzop (Wop)
It's lonely at the tizzop (yeah) so I took some off the tizzop (skrrt)
I'm shittin' on the industry, my enemies ain't rich as me (huh)
Your baby dad ain't half as me (nope), used to buy a half from me (pussy)
Started off at mountain peak (mountain), my homeboy comin' for a slap from me (huh)
Fistfight at the skating rink (yeah), know he would throw the first jab for me (bah)
Found out he a snitch (damn), hurt my heart, he can't hang with me (wow)
Boy, you a bitch, f*ck all that shit, you ain't gang to me (why?)
Low down dirty piece of shit, you ain't gang to me (nope)
I'm a stand-up nigga, you sittin' pissin', not the same as me (damn)
'Terrigation room, shoulda thought, "What would Gucci do?" (Gucci)
I'd rather rot in my cell wearin' shower shoes (damn)
F*ck the police, that's my thoughts, I make power moves
How you turned state on your boys? That's a coward move (damn)
12-gauge hit you and your boy, it's so powerful
Knocked his head off like a toy, it's so powerful (damn)
What would Gucci do? Yeah
Stand up like a man? That's what Gucci do
Turn snake, be a snitch? That's what a coward does
Million dollar watch? That's what Gucci do
Be a bitch? That's what a coward do
Man, it's a couple trap niggas still left, man
Zay, Gucci
Huh
Wop (evil)
Evil Knevil, haha
Big boss status, it's the motherf*ckin' Wizzop (Wop)
It's lonely at the tizzop (yeah) so I took some off the tizzop (skrrt)
I'm shittin' on the industry, my enemies ain't rich as me (huh)
Your baby dad ain't half as me (nope), used to buy a half from me (pussy)
Started off at mountain peak (mountain), my homeboy comin' for a slap from me (huh)
Fistfight at the skating rink (yeah), know he would throw the first jab for me (bah)
Found out he a snitch (damn), hurt my heart, he can't hang with me (wow)
Boy, you a bitch, f*ck all that shit, you ain't gang to me (why?)
Low down dirty piece of shit, you ain't gang to me (nope)
I'm a stand-up nigga, you sittin' pissin', not the same as me (damn)
'Terrigation room, shoulda thought, "What would Gucci do?" (Gucci)
I'd rather rot in my cell wearin' shower shoes (damn)
F*ck the police, that's my thoughts, I make power moves
How you turned state on your boys? That's a coward move (damn)
12-gauge hit you and your boy, it's so powerful
Knocked his head off like a toy, it's so powerful (damn)
What would Gucci do? Yeah
Stand up like a man? That's what Gucci do
Turn snake, be a snitch? That's what a coward does
Million dollar watch? That's what Gucci do
Be a bitch? That's what a coward do
Man, it's a couple trap niggas still left, man
Zay, Gucci
Writer: Radric Davis, Xavier Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Delusions of Grandeur is the thirteenth studio album by American rapper Gucci Mane. It was released on June 21, 2019, by Atlantic Records and 1017 Records. The album features guest appearances from Meek Mill, Gunna, Lil Baby, Justin Bieber, Jeremih, A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Wiz Khalifa, Rick Ross, Lil Uzi Vert, Young Dolph, Anuel AA, and Peewee Longway, among others.
The album is supported by three singles: "Love Thru the Computer" featuring Justin Bieber, "Backwards" featuring Meek Mill and "Proud of You". Delusions of Grandeur debuted at number seven on the US Billboard 200 selling 32,000 equivalent copies (3,000 in pure album sales).
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Gucci ManeThe album is supported by three singles: "Love Thru the Computer" featuring Justin Bieber, "Backwards" featuring Meek Mill and "Proud of You". Delusions of Grandeur debuted at number seven on the US Billboard 200 selling 32,000 equivalent copies (3,000 in pure album sales).
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): Cubeatz, Hector Chaparro, Hitmaka, J. White Did It, Kenny Beats, MariiBeatz, mjNichols, Murda Beatz, Nils, OG Parker, P.Kaldone, Pvlace, Ricky Racks, Rockin Wit Slime, Romano, Seph Got The Waves, Six7, Smash David, Sool Got Hits, Southside, Tay Keith, Turbo, Zaytoven
Length: 57:53
Released: June 21st, 2019
Year: 2019