Gucci Mane - Ice Daddy Album Lyrics

Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright
(OG Parker)
(Got it on smash)
(Hitmaka)

I might take your nigga shoppin', show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?)
Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in)
I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae)
I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah)
Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch)
This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah
I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae)
I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)

Bitch, I make him eat it sloppy, I might make him clean it up (yeah)
Make that nigga wanna top me, if he want me, eat it up (eat it up)
I don't like these bitches in my business, I don't sneak and f*ck (yeah)
I might give that ho her problem, tell that bitch to keep it up, yeah, yeah
We top floor with my top off
Put it down on him, knock his socks off (uh)
Show you bitches how to pimp a nigga
He can't keep shit, he gotta drop it off (ayy)
Pretty bitch, he like to brag on me (brag)
Tryna put a new ass on me (ass)
I'm so damn expensive, uh
He know he gotta spend a bag on me (on God)
I like bitches more, I like bitches who can pass the score (ayy)
She want that Dior, I might make that ho get nasty for it
I be sellin' niggas dreams, he like, "bae, talk to me nice" (duh)
I'm so indecisive, but that nigga still gon' wanna wife it (uh-huh)

I might take your nigga shoppin', show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?)
Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in)
I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae)
I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah)
Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch)
This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah
I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae)
I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)

These niggas try to be like Gucci but they need to stop it (skrrt)
I get it off, put up the re-up, then f*ck up the profit (yeah)
I'm in my B truck with my feet up, gettin' some sloppy toppy (ugh)
Pockets on Biggie and I love it when she call me papi (papi)
Just came from Cali', spent a hundred-thousand dollars shoppin' (well, damn)
It ain't no budget, ain't no option, if I want it, cop it (go)
She love it when I beat it up, she never tell me, "Stop it" (never)
I let her see too much too quick, I hope she keep it silent (huh)
I'm in the VIP, takin' a sip with my lil' pocket rocket (pop, pop)
I'm just a dope boy from the 6 but I'm tryna buy the rockets (wow)
I'm in the corner with QC, it's packed, it's body, body (bling)
I hope that nobody try Wop 'cause he gon' hurt somebody (Wop)

I might take your nigga shoppin', show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?)
Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in)
I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae)
I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah)
Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch)
This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah
I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae)
I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)

(Ear Drummers)
My posse on Bouldercrest
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Gucci Mane slayed it

Me and my gang at home away from home
In a all-red Phantom, in the backseat on the phone
It's callin' up the posse, it's time to get to rippin'
And if they get to trippin', then we shootin' like the Pistons (grrah, grrah)
Everybody lookin', if you jealous, turn around
These twenty-six inches got us so high off the ground
The Forgiato rims, they're skinny as the tires
My system soundin' good, but I need the volume higher (up)
The Mike-WiLL kick drum make the bitches get dumb
Rollin' Rolls-Royces, so the jealous wanna get some
Every time we do this, these niggas wanna battle
I'm the man they love to hate, the richest one in East Atlanta (Wop)
Picked up the posse on 34 and Gresham
Headed up to Bouldercrest, we 'bout to start flexin' (flex)
The Phantom kind of crowded, the front was leanin' back
Scarr, he in the 'Vertte, got two bitches in his lap (well, damn)
On Martin Luther King, the set look kind of dead
We need a new street (huh?), so posse move ahead (go)
We all drippin' in ice, the crew you can't forget
The So Icey Boys and we rippin' up the set

My posse's on Bouldercrest
My posse's on Bouldercrest (Mike WiLL Made-It)

The cash is rollin' in, my posse's gettin' bored
There's not another posse with more points scored
We stone cold criminals, we flex like big gorillas
We not the average artist, bitch, we certified killers
I spent a million dollars just for diamonds on my teeth
And every time they see 'em, make their girls get weak
People think we crazy, some think that we are funny
But it ain't hard to tell that we make a lot of money
We clockin' all the dollars, we rock a lot of gold
The other crews mad 'cause we f*cking all they hoes
Woodland, Custer Ave, me and my crew are thugs (thuggin')
And they so full of drugs they may never sober up (geekin')
And I'm a dope man and the pack just dropped
If you ain't tryna cop, then this Phantom won't stop (nah)
At Boulevard and Moreland the driver broke left (go)
And Shiesty shouted, "Bouldercrest, it's time to get def" (go)
My girl blew me a kiss (muah), she said I was the best
She lookin' mighty freaky in her black silk dress (wow)
The closer that we get, the crazier I feel (blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
My posse on Bouldercrest, it's time to get ill (ayy, yup, yup)

Certified, I'm that lil' nigga that make big ones pay respects (I make people pay respect)
CGE, 1017, covered in choppas and baguettes
We just flew one of they niggas, tryna see who gon' be next (blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
Soon as I burn up this steamer, take me where I parked the 'Vette (I go hop up in the 'Vette)
Why he keep talkin' like he gangster? Cook him, put him to the test
My opps don't never show they background, know I'll send some' where they at
The pigs can ask a million questions, still won't get me to say shit (they won't get me to say shit)
It ain't no tellin' who got shot, if you don't know, you never slid
And they can't act like they don't know me, remember I flew out your bitch (I flew out his ho)
I'll take they Rolex and that chain, nigga, I'm the reason you hide your wrist
For real menace, been causin' hell, I done did shit you can't forget (you can't forget)
I got glizzies around the globe, it ain't shit to get to them sticks (get to them, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
1017, livin' a dream, come eat with us, we'll get you rich, blrrrd, blrrrd

My posse's on Bouldercrest (Big Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
My posse's on Bouldercrest
My posse's on Bouldercrest
My posse's on Bouldercrest

(Twysted Genius, baby)
Wop
Han, yeah

Man, man, this shit crazy (crazy)
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors (blrrrd, that flavor)
This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily
Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gave it (like ho, you gave it)
Still trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager

I see these niggas hatin', I ain't losin' sleep about it, though (no)
Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep (blrrrd)
No one gon' take care of me the way that I take care of me (take care of me)
Get booked in front security, your bodyguard ain't scarin' me (no)
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did, he barely lived (blrrrd)
Askin' me, "Take care of it," I squash it if I pay the bill (pay the bill)
I don't play detective games they play, no, I don't play with them (play with them)
I don't free pick niggas, when I beef, I show no favoritism (no favoritism)
Lil' boy still need trainin' wheels, these army guns, not baby pistols (baby pistols)
All these folks and babies in my house, I'm like a babysitter (a babysitter)
Gucci Mane and Shiesty, twins, we bait 'em and then play the nigga (slime)
But shit get frenzy, twin F&N's, stand on ten, I raised the nigga (slatt, blrrrd)
Shootin' first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, nigga (let's go)
Police keep on tasin' niggas, one shot killed him, amazed the nigga (amazed the nigga)
Shiesty, that's my Dirk Nowitzki, ain't no way I'm tradin', nigga (can't trade the man)
No shade, I'm too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the nigga

Man, man, this shit crazy (crazy)
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavor (blrrrd, that flavor)
This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily
Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gave it (like ho, you gave it)
Still trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager

Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches (they bitches)
Makin' posts, sendin' threats and shit, where I'm from, man, they snitchin' (they snitchin')
Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to tickin' (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
Race to you with this choppa, stand over you 'til you finished (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd)
My niggas ignant, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this shit ridiculous (this shit ridiculous)
We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzys (some Glizzys)
We keep steppin' and keep on spinnin', we constantly be sendin' (we sendin')
Choppa Gang run the city

Man, man, this shit crazy (crazy)
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavor (blrrrd, that flavor)
This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily
Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gave it (like ho, you gave it)
Still trappin' up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager

(Ear Drummers)
(Mike WiLL-
Mike WiLL Made-It)

We strapped up like the Taliban, my hood something like Afghanistan
And I just put some cheese on his head like a Pakistan (well, damn)
Shiesty, that's my Kobe Bryant, ain't no way I'm tradin' the man (Shiesty)
Don't try me or my goons be at your house like they the cable man (wow)
They say I'm a sex symbol, they say I'm a ladies man (huh?)
Dressed up in the latest fashion, fashion show with Dapper Dan (it's Gucci)
It look like I robbed the bank, so much bread, it make you faint
We be everywhere you ain't, I go everywhere you can't
I send shots at where you think, I got millions when I blink
I got birds like Arthur Blank, I just bought a purple mink
Cookin' cocaine in the sink, seen some shit that make you drink (drink)
Doin' time, it make you think, got you clutchin' on your shank
He said he gon' rob who? (Who?) That's like tryna rob a tank
That's some shit that get you spanked, they done had too much to drank (well, damn)
You just tryna get some ranks, spill your blood out like it's paint
Say you wit' it, but you ain't, not a sinner, you a saint
I'ma make it plain and simple, send bullets at your pimples and temple
You deep in that water and you don't know what you into (no)
Gunners on the way, why you sayin' what you fittin' to?
We gon' make you sprint when we pull up in them rentals (go)
This just left a dent, he can't run from what I sent 'em
Niggas jumpin' clique, they don't even want to befriend ya (well, damn)
Niggas come to kill you and they didn't come to end ya
Nowhere to retreat, now you screamin', "I surrender" (quit)
Niggas ain't ridin' for you, don't want to revenge you (sad)
Thought you was a lion, coulda swore you was a ninja (swore you was a)
Heaven or Hell, can't decide where I'ma send ya (ayy, let's go, let's go)
T-shirt with your face is the way they gon' remember (ayy) (Wop)

Big blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy, big blrrrd'll make your favorite robber give it up
I'm just chillin' with your B-M, she said she wish it weren't two of us
Havin' threesomes at the gym, bad bitches galore, ladies linin' up
All the opps eat for attention right after they go and hide from us
In a couple months, went platinum, yeah, in two years, might go diamond, huh
All-black booty Draco with the wood, can't name a bitch fine as her
Hood baby ash on my diamonds, wide-body full of ZaZa
Ain't gotta be brave, then a Arab be thinkin' 'bout comin' and tryin' us
I told Wop he could drop me, he catch me outside with my chains tucked
I had bold niggas that dissed me in they songs, got they ass flamed up
And they better not say shit after this, I'ma come through and finish 'em
Man, f*ck that, I'm tryna catch them, they cross they thumb and stick four fingers up
I knew I ain't get the headshot but the f*ck you mean I grazed 'em? (Huh?)
Swear the Lord had to be with that baby-ass lil' boy, that day, He saved 'em
Okay, slime rock you to sleep, then I put a snake in your cradle
I come get you 'fore you clap me, Shiesty put shit in the newspaper
Blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd, the newspaper, yeah
Every day a new hater, yeah, every day a new opp
I got new drops on they block, goddamn, why all my members locked?
Ayy, BIG30 team don't give out passes, F-O-X, no Jamie Foxx
Every day, new high speed chase, ran through state troopers and the narc
Won't ever pull over, no way, it's a gold box behind my Glock
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Ho talkin' 'bout sendin' her a jet, send back a one-way flight with Spirit
Yeah, I be rappin', but still a kid in the backseat without no jewelry
Lay in yo' your yard, creep like a spy, move where you can't see or can't hear me
I said, "It ain't no runnin' from that fire," know I'm comin', them niggas fear me
Blrrrd, blrrrd, ayy, two Dracs, and like four glizzies, one MAC
In the CTF5V, four deep, push up right now, everybody gettin' whacked
Throw the lob up to Wop like Kobe and Shaq
Word around town, they be takin' your sack
Ayy, F&N choppers and Glocks when I move
Don't come around with them jammin'-ass ProMags
Ayy, pour up a pint, I ain't lettin' it last
Pour champagne, but I might drink out the glass
(Pour champagne, but I might drink out the glass)

Sizzle, roll one real fat
(It's Gucci)
What? (Haha)
Southside on the track, yeah
808, 1-0-1-7, huh? (Brr)

I'm a trapper, I am not a rapper (no)
I mount the Dawn up, it's lookin' like a Raptor (damn)
You a hater, you are not a factor (you)
Big diamond choker on my neck, I got asthma (ooh)
Heavy watch on my wrist, it cost a meal ticket (it's heavy)
Just stack your money up, get rich enough, then we'll kick it
It's 'bout survival, I'm bustin' at my rivals (baow, baow)
I put a glacier on her hand, it went viral (brr)
Egyptian fabric on my skin, it came from Cairo
Say ain't no cap in your rap, but you a gyro
They kicked me out of college, I wasn't embarrassed (no)
I graduated from pointers, moved on to carats (damn)
I promoted myself, gave me a salary (me)
It's still hard to believe I'm a celebrity
Dark shades, I still see all the jealousy
I'm in a Pegasus, I'm racin' for my legacy (yoom)

I'ma rock my jewelry, D-Boy style (brr)
Bust down my watch, bust down my smile
These f*ck niggas tried to steal my style (steal my style)
But cookin' up grams can't go out of style (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
They said, "Gucci went broke," I said, "Hush your mouth"
I'm off paper, got paper, they done f*cked up now (f*cked up now)
Kick back on the couch in this big ass house (yeah)
With this Olympic-size pool, I went the He-Man route (Wop)

Diamonds so cold, it's like the heat ran out (huh)
I need a Wonder Woman spouse and a He-Man house
I dropped the top in the 'V, then the freak came out (Freak)
Then when she suckin' on the dick, I thought her teeth came out
Nigga, I ain't go to practice, nigga, I'on wanna scrimmage (nah)
Twenty-two bricks, runnin' with 'em like Emmet (all)
Mama couldn't talk to me, I ain't wanna listen (nah)
Teacher couldn't teach me, 'cause I ain't pay attention (f*ck it)
Mr. Drippy Drippy, have you swimmin' with the fishes
They want the old Gucci Mane that do a verse for a chicken
Old Gucci Mane, sellin' chicken for a livin' (Wop)
Water whippin' in the kitchen, even then, I had the vision (it's Gucci)

I'ma rock my jewelry, D-Boy style (brr)
Bust down my watch, bust down my smile
These f*ck niggas tried to steal my style (steal my style)
But cookin' up grams can't go out of style (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
They said, "Gucci went broke," I said, "Hush your mouth"
I'm off paper, got paper, they done f*cked up now (f*cked up now)
Kick back on the couch in this big ass house (yeah)
With this Olympic-size pool, I went the He-Man route (Wop)

Huh?
Yeah

(Zaytoven)
Trap shit
Trap shit (huh)
Trap shit
Trap shit

Sellin' Vin Diesel, strong Cookie, that Keisha
Gucci poppin' P's like Georgia just made it legal (wow)
Higher than an eagle, leanin' like Beanie Sigel (I'm leanin')
Flyer than a pilot, jean jacket by Diesel (phew)
All-gold rocket, the socket matchin' my Foamposite
You's a nobody, she goin', she f*ck with everybody (go)
Lil' 'Crest boys in the hood, wanna see a dead body?
Four pockets stuffed and LaFlare, we bust at everybody
At Club Crucial, these hood bitches, they love Crucial (wow)
That's my young shooter, recruit him to send some slugs through you
We search 'em 'fore they come in the trap, might have a bug on 'em (huh?)
He's a walking dead man, don't know it, he got a dub on him (yeah)
Beat him with a bat, then f*ck it, pour kerosene on him
Everybody searchin' for holmes, but we ain't seen homie
Chainsaw massacre, call 1017 on 'em
Make it look drug-related, man, pour some lean on him

Everything I rap 'bout official, I'm from the streets, bitch (street)
Hundred thousand all my pockets, this ain't no sweet lick (sweet)
'Nother 60K on my wrist, this a Patek, bitch (this a Patek, bitch)
All my hoes got fat asses, they all on fleek, bitch (they all on fleek, bitch)
All my bitches wearin' designer, I don't want no cheap bitch (I don't want no cheap bitch)
Draco with me everywhere I go, on the front seat, bitch (on the front seat, bitch)
Trap shit, niggas know I'm 'bout it (wow)
Trap shit, niggas know I'm 'bout it (yeah)

Fifty racks cash on me, that's just today's profit (today's profit)
4 Pockets Full, lil' bitch, I ain't got no damn wallet (I ain't got no wallet)
F*ck around and got in the game, I got the streets poppin' (I got 'em poppin')
Pussy niggas tellin' on me, I know the feds watchin' (I know they watchin')
How the hell he gettin' this money? I keep on buyin' watches
Jackboys thinkin' I'm sweet, I keep on buyin' choppers
Lock me up, I'm gettin' out tomorrow, I think I'm El Chapo
Bricks came 1017, I got some damn extras
Flexin' on these niggas on purpose, check out this damn necklace
Dropped eighty racks on a Charger, next day, I damn wrecked it (skrrt)
Pull up with them sticks like the army, they say we young veterans
They won't pull up in them apartments, they say we too treacherous

Everything I rap 'bout official, I'm from the streets, bitch (street)
Hundred thousand all my pockets, this ain't no sweet lick (sweet)
'Nother 60K on my wrist, this a Patek, bitch (this a Patek, bitch)
All my hoes got fat asses, they all on fleek, bitch (they all on fleek, bitch)
All my bitches wearin' designer, I don't want no cheap bitch (I don't want no cheap bitch)
Draco with me everywhere I go, on the front seat, bitch (on the front seat, bitch)
Trap shit, niggas know I'm 'bout it (wow)
Trap shit, niggas know I'm 'bout it (yeah)

(Eardrummaz)
And I just keep countin' all this money and this shit
Shit keep just droppin' all on the floor and shit
No, no, no, yeah

Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (I got it)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (I got it, yeah)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (what? I got it)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (yeah, huh?)
Huh? What? (What? Yeah)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (yeah)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (what? I got it)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (huh? Yeah)

Yeah, wake up, yawn (yawn)
Yeah, got my cake up, torn (yeah)
Countin' money like a war (what?)
F*ck her so long 'til I'm bored (yeah)
Went to sleep with a black girl, yeah
Then I woke up to a foreign
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (I got it)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (yeah, I got it)
Say you gettin' money, boy, stop it (huh?)
Yeah, chain on my neck is so tight and the pendant is set like a locket (blaow)
Spanish girl, she call me papi (bling)
She say my hair is so nappy (hey)
This that Dior, not Armani

Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (I got it, huh)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (I got it, woo)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (I got it, huh)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (yeah)
Huh? What? (What? Yeah)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (yeah)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (what? I got it)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (huh? Yeah)

I had to curve bitches just to get to the top (yeah)
They don't deserve riches
These niggas ain't f*ckin' with Wop (nope)
I run a Burr business
I sell more pests than the shop
I got that Daz and Kurupt, I put dog food on your block
Say somethin' I don't know
Name a watch I don't got (huh)
I bought a half a block then made myself hot (skrrt)
Name a place I can't go (huh?)
Name a stage I can't rock (wow)
Got so many knots in my pockets, think they got Botox (huh)
I'm in a fast car, I'm gettin' some slow top
I've been totin' this choppa so long that I think I'm shell shocked
I need a safe house (huh?), I need a stash spot (yeah)
It's Uzi Vert and Big Gucci, you hit the jackpot
It's Wop

Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (I got it, huh)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (I got it, woo)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (I got it, huh)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (yeah)
Huh? What? (What? Yeah)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (yeah)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (what? I got it)
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, I got it (yeah)

Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit
F*ck that nigga look at dis nigga wrist (well damn)
Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit
Bitch won't you come a suck a rich nigga dick
Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit
How much money can just one nigga get
Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit
F*ck that nigga look at dis nigga wrist

See I'm not bragin
But I got mo money get mo money den yo daddy, sadly
Pull up in dat ashton
It's not michael jackson
Imagine, it's the main attraction
And dat nigga handsome
Use to have a magnum
100lbs of mid, I tried to gram em
Way before a nigga dropped an album
I was pushin pampers, stamp em, got em by the handle
An my name ringin in east atlanta
Took em 2 savanna
An to alabama
An every country town close to atlanta
I'm too hot to handle
Way I scramble they thank I'm randal
Cookin every plate like berry sanders
Cookin witta hanger
Heat it with a ligher, stove, or candle
Whatever must be done to get them grams up
I'm a run dem grams up
I'm a cook dem yams up
Zone 6 east atlanta stand up

Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit
F*ck that nigga look at dis nigga wrist (well damn)
Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit
Bitch won't you come a suck a rich nigga dick
Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit
How much money can just one nigga get
Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit
F*ck that nigga look at dis nigga wrist

Swaggin, girl I got mo money den yo has been
Husband, boyfriend or yo baby daddy
28 but still I can be yo suga daddy
Yo nigga use to have it
But now he doesnt have it
Pedicures n manicures
Was once your daily habits
Now he doesnt got it
So you callin off the marriage
Made dat man dallas
So you thought he was a mavrick
Said your gonna break up with him
As soon as he get his taxes (damn)
Babygirl he got you lookin nasty
Use to be attractive
But right now you're unattractive
Aye somebody said that dat girl had an ass den
Somebodi tell me where all of her ass went
An her nigga in tha county
Sittin in tha county and his bond $400
An that ain't no f*ckin money
He still sitting in tha county

Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit
F*ck that nigga look at dis nigga wrist (well damn)
Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit
Bitch won't you come a suck a rich nigga dick
Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit
How much money can just one nigga get
Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit
F*ck that nigga look at dis nigga wrist

He awful
But still I got mo money den her brutha
Dnt believe me, ask his baby motha
I kno that he love her
You kno that I f*cked her
You kno that she sucked me
An I f*cked her with a rubber
F*cked her undercova
Naw I f*cked that bitch on top of covers
Den I left a 100 on da dresser
100 onda dresser
Yea I left a 100 on da dresser
Just to show that girl I was successful
And tha lord done blessed her
I am not regretful
Nicknamed her punchanella blue
An what I tell ya
Now her brutha jealous
Tell brotha sell a million records
Cause it's chess to him to me it's checkers (gucci)

Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit
F*ck that nigga look at dis nigga wrist (well damn)
Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit
Bitch won't you come a suck a rich nigga dick
Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit
How much money can just one nigga get
Rich nigga shit bitch rich nigga shit
F*ck that nigga look at dis nigga wrist

(Zaytoven)
Haan (haan)
It's Gucci (it's Gucci) (uh)
Haan (haan) (alright)

I feel like Scarface, I'ma rob Frank and buy a Frank Muller (damn)
They say I'm two-faceded, I f*cked her then said, "I ain't do it" (ooh)
I'm in the kitchen whippin' up oil, bae said, "It ain't movin'" (skrrt)
So I robbed the plug 'cause he keep losin' and I'm a sore loser (bah)
My cousin Duke just rolled a joint longer than two rulers (true)
They call me "Two Times", at all times at least got two shooters (bah)
She playin' charades, tryna get attention, but I ain't lookin' (nah)
Is it a parade or somethin'? 'Cause me and Dolph got the same Bentley (Dolph)
Went to my grandma house, ten million in the same kitchen (ten)
I'm Kurt Cobain, I'm goin' insane, feel like my brain missin' (mm)
My nigga fat keep servin' babies, he think he Wayne Williams (yeah)
You tryna stack a billion dollars? We got the same mission, Wop

Chasin' commas, doin' numbers (ha)
I ride a drop-top in the winter time like it's the summer (oh, yeah)
Go and get it, flip it, spend it
Then I'ma go get some more, yeah
Then I'ma go get get some more, yeah
We standin' on top of shit
We standin' on top of shit
We standin' on top of shit (ooh, yeah)
We standin' on top of shit
We standin' on top of shit
We standin' on top of shit
We standin' on top of shit (yeah, yeah, let's do it)
We standin' on top of shit (go)

Me and Wop, so you know it's lick time (yeah)
I can't drive a Lambo' 'cause I'm 6'5 (well damn)
Been on 11Alive like eleven times (hoo)
Potato on the barrel, turn you cheddar fries (grrah, grrah)
Yeah, two Rolls-Royce, I got twins, don't I? (Ha)
Got a studio in all my cribs, don't I? (Hoo)
Sold work to my aunt and not my mama (ma)
But she gave it to her so I dread the karma (dread the karma)
Got a Draco in the closet by my bomber (by my bomber)
Got a diamond rope, call me "Tarzan" (burr, burr)
Got the dualie lookin' like a Tonka (yeah)
In magic city lookin' like a sponsor (like a sponsor), yeah

Chasin' commas, doin' numbers (ha)
I ride a drop-top in the winter time like it's the summer (oh, yeah)
Go and get it, flip it, spend it
Then I'ma go get some more, yeah
Then I'ma go get get some more, yeah
We standin' on top of shit
We standin' on top of shit
We standin' on top of shit (yeah)
We standin' on top of shit
We standin' on top of shit
We standin' on top of shit
We standin' on top of shit (yeah, yeah)
We standin' on top of shit

(30, you a motherf*ckin' fool, nigga)
I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money
Playin' poker in the Poconos and raised it one-twenty
Hell, I don't give a damn, I ain't-

Playin' poker in the Poconos, he raised it one-twenty
Hell, I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money
Playin' Texas hold 'em, nigga, that's just honey bun money
Hell, I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money
Nigga shank you for a hundred, keep on laughin', think it's funny
I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money
Like a bee come for that honey, that's that honey bun money
I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money

It look like Lenox in my closet
Change that topic, don't let me pop it (what?)
Tucked my chain and stopped the flossin'
Not no option, how I'm rockin' (word)
All this ice on like it's hockey (burr)
Call me papi, bitch, suck me sloppy (papi)
Feed me, f*ck me, take me shoppin' (ha)
Head so good, had to tell her, "Stop it" (stop it)
Upgraded my class, now they can't copy
All this cash and it got me cocky (racks)
Get all these M's, feel like I'm boxin' (boxin')
'Cause I'm runnin' to the racks like Rocky (go)
Cut the roof off, made 'em chop it (cut)
We in the booth, I made her pop it (do it)
She the truth, can't even knock it
Made her slurp it up like sake (sake)

Playin' poker in the Poconos, he raised it one-twenty
Hell, I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money
Playin' Texas hold 'em, nigga, that's just honey bun money
Hell, I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money
Nigga shank you for a hundred, keep on laughin', think it's funny
I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money
Like a bee come for that honey, that's that honey bun money (uh)
I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money

Man, these niggas out here barkin' (barkin')
They ain't ballin' like Harden (Harden)
They ain't shootin' like Steph (Steph)
Get on the stand and confess ('fess)
Pour water on your chest (chest)
Emerald custom baguettes (baguettes)
Hypothermia wrist (wrist)
Presidential Rolex (Rolex)
Runnin' out of money, never runnin' out of money (money)
When you havin' money, can't be stuntin' hella clumsy (clumsy)
Out here in the Bay, it's hella cold when it's sunny (sunny)
Out here where we livin', it's a jungle like Jumanji
It's the penitentiary or the youth authority
When you're out of town, you better move accordingly
I don't get mad when a nigga got more than me
Legend in the game and I got seniority (bitch)

Playin' poker in the Poconos, he raised it one-twenty
Hell, I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money
Playin' Texas hold 'em, nigga, that's just honey bun money
Hell, I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money
Nigga shank you for a hundred, keep on laughin', think it's funny
I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money
Like a bee come for that honey, that's that honey bun money
I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money

This a vibe, man
Gucci Mane, they say you're crazy, I understand (it's Guwop)
Only one way to go is up
Heads up at all times
Mr. East Atlanta, haan
Yeah, haan
They call me Fiji water
Haha, burr
(Mike WiLL on the beat)
Evil Genius, contemplatin', haan, haan (burr)

When the club close, when the hoes go
Fold that money up, fold that money up
When the dope go out the dope-hole
Fold that money up, fold that money up
Hit a lick, sell a brick, fold that money up
Fold that money up, fold that money up
Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up
Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up

I was a jit full of shit tryna sell a brick (haan)
Just a knucklehead nigga from the projects (han)
Niggas sleepin' on me, they kept sendin' death threats
Like that Gucci Mane can't come in with a slick left (shh)
Man, I was jabbin' with the right, man, my whole life
They said that, "Gucci Mane, you're crazy, uncircumcised" (haha)
I whip that dick off on that bitch, she said, "Surprise, ho" (yeah)
I said, "I'm thinkin' so crazy, I got a mastermind" (Wizzop)
I got so much money, my money doin' backflips
I made it flip again and then it made me happy
I made an Elliot today, they call it trappin'
I might just smile, I'm your dog, fashion (haha)
I put the Atlantic on my skin, did that shit again
The Evil Genius, you can't touch me, not even kick my shin
They say, "Doc, what's goin' on in your dirty mind?"
That bitch so fine, when she doin' all the time
You saw them bring her out, what's this going on?
My money long, long, long, long, real long (long)
My money longer than the adlibs on every song (burr)
My money, it got it goin' on (yeah)

When the club close, when the hoes go
Fold that money up, fold that money up
When the dope go out the dope-hole
Fold that money up, fold that money up
Hit a lick, sell a brick, fold that money up
Fold that money up, fold that money up
Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up
Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up (Patta)

I grew up inner-city side of towner (oh)
Get me out the mud, tag, bitch, what held me down, sir (oh)
Me and my niggas in the trap pound-for-pounder
Keep your head above water, f*ck that, I'm a founder (f*ck that)
These hoes down here legs open, pussy drown ya (swish)
Was always pullin' guns on them niggas who wasn't from 'round here
Runnin' off with funds, AK drum, that's an out-of-bounder (damn)
Have your moms in a black dress puttin' you in the ground, sir
Your baby mama head was so good, had to crown her
Weed you was smokin', it make no noise, mines louder (loud)
So much drip, drip, drip, drip, money flip, flip, flip
All the designer on me pimpin', your girl mouth dick stick (ooh)

When the club close, when the hoes go
Fold that money up, fold that money up
When the dope go out the dope-hole
Fold that money up, fold that money up
Hit a lick, sell a brick, fold that money up
Fold that money up, fold that money up
Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up
Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up

Go

One, two, Gucci's comin' for you (for you)
Three, four, better lock your door (better lock your)
Five, six, he'll take yo' bitch (he'll take yo' shit)
Seven, eight, better stay awake (better stay up late)
Nine, ten, he's back again (back again)
Eleven, twelve, he escaped from hell (huh)
Eleven, twelve, he escaped from hell

"Gucci Mane got long money" ,that's what these bitches say
"And I'ma pay his bond money", that's where my shooter spray (grrah)
My jit went on the run for me
We ain't related but I feel just like they sons to me (wow)
'Cause on my birthday every year, they buy two guns for me (baow)
I did the math, they damn near sold two metric tons for me (huh?)
Another product of the slum just like me homie
Don't play with me because you know I got a whole army
We in Miami, deep with heat, don't get put on a poster
I keep two shooters on the win', I feel like Eric Spoelstra
I got the drop, I know where all my opps be playin' poker
My section full of rich-head junkies who hate bein' sober (sober)
It's Gucci (go)

One, two, Gucci's comin' for you (for you)
Three, four, better lock your door (better lock your)
Five, six, he'll take yo' bitch (he'll take yo' shit)
Seven, eight, better stay awake (better stay up late)
Nine, ten, he's back again (back again)
Eleven, twelve, he escaped from hell (huh)
Eleven, twelve, he escaped from hell (go)

My car cost so much the police don't even pull me over (huh)
I don't sign artists no more, I recruit soldiers (woah)
My money done stacked up so tall my shit done flipped over (well damn)
If it don't jump the first time, that shit gettin' whipped over (skrrt)
Come in my traphouse, need a mask 'cause of the dope odor
Just sold a brick, not all at once, four plays for four quarters (sold)
Come in my traphouse, need a mask 'cause of the stank odor
It ain't no way you snakin' me 'cause I keep king cobras (Gucci)

One, two, Gucci's comin' for you (for you)
Three, four, better lock your door (better lock your)
Five, six, he'll take yo' bitch (he'll take yo' shit)
Seven, eight, better stay awake (better stay up late)
Nine, ten, he's back again (back again)
Eleven, twelve, he escaped from hell (huh)
Eleven, twelve, he escaped from hell

Wop
(d.a. got that dope)
Huh

Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (burr)
Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)
Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (Wop)
And when you see my bitch (woo), you gon' cut your bitch off
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off
Ballin' with the clique, it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff
Gucci to the kicks (Gucci Gucci), so you should watch your bitch, dawg
And when you see my bitch, you gon' cut your bitch off

What a good feelin' when you know that you're thuggin' (Wop)
Whippin' up the-, and you know they gon' love it (Wop)
Slow motion on the oven while it's smokin' and bubblin'
Sellin' bags of the-, like the back of the Publix
Shawty thicker than a muffin, wanna f*ck up a budget
All these hundreds in my pocket, had to throw her a hundred
Throwin' money 'til you vomit, got 'em sick to their stomach (I love it)
Red coupe, banana clip 'cause these niggas is monkey (woo)

Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (burr)
Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)
Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (Wop)
And when you see my bitch (woo), you gon' cut your bitch off

Green fur, red carpet, don't play for Boston (Gucci)
Went to Rome twice and they gave me an office (Buongiorno)
City on my back so long, that shit got exhaustin' (it's hard)
Sold the game to you and I charge you a bargain (ch-ching)
Lemonade coupe, man, this shit color margarine (coupe)
On MLK Drive, chance me flushin', ain't promisin' (a dream)
Lookin' like a lick, make my bitch catch a crush again (she crushin')
It's Woptober II and Guwop got that rush again (I'm rushin')

Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (burr)
Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)
Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (Wop)
And when you see my bitch (woo), you gon' cut your bitch off
Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (burr)
Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)
Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (Wop)
And when you see my bitch (woo), you gon' cut your bitch off

(30, you a motherf*ckin' fool, nigga)
Wop
My fault, white chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault (and it's my)
Yeah, I was out on the side walk
I had to laugh to keep me from cryin' (Wop)
Haha

Lookin' like a four-eyed nerd with these Cartier frames (nerd)
F*ck a bowtie, I'm rockin' diamond chains (burr)
Titties perkin', ass pokin' out
Got my dick so hard, see the vein comin' out (damn)
Probably won't get no star on the sidewalk (huh?)
White chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault
Gucci keep goin' up, postin' all his whereabouts
In these foreign lands shakin' hands he don't care about
I don't give a damn 'bout nothin' but the pay amount
I ain't never goin' broke, all I really care about
Money comin' in and out, trappin' like it's In-N-Out
Money every minute, nigga, I look like a millionaire
Big player, sittin' at the end in the boss chair
Sewin' loose ends, get you caught up in the crossfire
Lookin' back, I was in the pen behind barbed wire
And I ain't tried to blend, I'm a stand up tall guy

Testin', testin', Gucci flexin', let me see if this mic workin' (mic)
Always make a good impression, live at the Grammy's, let me tuck my shirt in
Snuck the work in the Birk' like a vet do
You can't gas me, bitch, 'cause I'm sellin' jet fuel
Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom (freaky)
Snuck off and hit my bitch in the red room (shh)

I remember you from school, nigga, you a ho guy
I don't think nobody got the balls that I got (no)
Shotgun hunter, had his whole clique hog tied
Gucci Mane shotter, I'ma start a bonfire

Strapped with the FN, I don't need a fall guy
Standin' in the kitchen flippin' chickens just like Five Guys
.223'll shitbag, blow out your intestine
I just made a new investment, ice Wayne Gretzky (ice, ice, ice, burr)
Testin', testin', Longway flexin'
I just make the GT go skrrt like the Jetson's
S&L top floor, f*ckin' two besties (bitch)
Took a hundred pound and went and baguettied the necklace (ice)
Paramount diamonds, just exquisite suggestion
Remy bust down, you can tell by the settin'
It's a high limit room, I see you bettin' by the petty
Go up like a hot balloon, gon' pop it when we ready
I get your bitch and trap her, make her suck it like spaghetti
The brick came with the stamp on it, we cook it 'til it's ready
I'm hittin' her from the back, she say I'm f*ckin' up her edges
Live at the Grammy's, Longway sippin' on Texas (Longway, bitch)

Testin', testin', Gucci flexin', let me see if this mic workin' (mic)
Always make a good impression, live at the Grammy's, let me tuck my shirt in
Snuck the work in the Birk' like a vet do
You can't gas me, bitch, 'cause I'm sellin' jet fuel (gas)
Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom (freaky)
Snuck off and hit my bitch in the red room (shh)

I remember you from school, nigga, you a ho guy
I don't think nobody got the balls that I got (no)
Shotgun, haunted house, whole clique hog tied
Gucci Mane shotter, I'ma start a bonfire

2021, So Icey shit
Big Wop
Big Burr
Yeah
Burr
(MikeWillMadeIt)

I'm icy, bitch (burr), the reason that it's froze up (haan)
Got lil' kids wanna be me when they growed up
Wrist all rocked up, charm all chunked up (chunky)
Rin' so big, got my pinky fin'er swole up
Pull up to my club, red carpet roll-out
Feelin' like a star player, I might pull a whole lot
Bitch in a Lamborghini, she just did a donut (skrrt)
DropTop Wop, got more Glocks than a pawn shop
Hoes so fine, in the summer got the toes out
Niggas gettin' money, get drunk, they like to show out
Shout out to the landlord who know that's the old house
Put some diamonds in the golds like the old South
Asked me for a diamond in her nose, I said "Woah, now"
Pay attention, diamonds in the Rolls, we in the truck now
I just put some diamonds in the ceilin', what the f*ck, now
Keisha got ice, got everybody bust down

Bust down, bust down, everybody bust down
I don't got much feelin' in my heart, who can I trust now? (No)
Bust down, bust down, everybody bust down (Wop)
Playin' with my money, lotta people gotta duck down (baow)
Bust down, bust down, everything bust down (bling)
Rollin' with some certified hitters in the truck, now (woah)
Bust down, bust down, everything bust down (haan)
Hit him in the gut, he ran, they shot him in the butt, wow (go)

(Yeah) it's Guwop
The iciest man alive (haan)
They askin' me how do I survive (haan)
Burr

I keep an assassin that's on payroll in the cut now
I got that hush money, say the word, your business shut down
I don't put my sniper in IG, he play the background
I can't take him every place I be, they check his background
Nigga tried provoke me, I done bust, so now it's that now
He used to be my dawg, but now he act just like a cat now (pussy)
Used to be stuck but now I'm up, I got a sack now
Treat me like a king, this Atlanta, this ain't Sac town (Atlanta)
Every time I cop a new piece, it's somethin' to chat about (chat)
He tried to play bully on the bunky then got scratched out (stretched)
Gucci Mane took all his juice, handcuffed him, and went cash cow (cash)
On jewelry I done spazzed out, my watch, it cost a stash house

Bust down, bust down, everybody bust down
I don't got much feelin' in my heart, who can I trust now? (No)
Bust down, bust down, everybody bust down (Wop)
Playin' with my money, lotta people gotta duck down (baow)
Bust down, bust down, everything bust down (bling)
Rollin' with some certified hitters in the truck, now (woah)
Bust down, bust down, everything bust down (huh)
Hit him in the gut, he ran, they shot him in the butt, wow

Yeah, the ice like Richie Rich (burr)
Icier than a bitch (bling, blaow)
Dig what I'm sayin'? (Diggin' it)
Big Guwop (Big Guwop)
So Icey, 1-0-1-7 (1-0-1-7)
It's Mr. So Icey (haan)
1-0-1-7 (haan)
It's Gucci (haan)
Wop
Haan (woah, woah)
Gucci (haan)

So Icey, boy
CEO
(SpiffoMadeIt, bitch, aha)
(Go)

Lately they been comin' at me fakin', it's been hard to dodge
I just copped two Trackhawks and two Chargers, we in love with Dodge (what?)
All these diamonds on me hittin' me hard like I've been fightin' with Floyd (burr)
Put your hands on Gucci Mane, on God, I'm sendin' your ass to God
Don't talk about my enemies, they dead to me, why bring 'em up?
This .223 gon' end the beef (grrah), they slept on me, I woke 'em up (ooh)
AR with the shoulder strap, what that sound like? The NOLA clap
Money so retarded, might park my Phantom in a handicap

My lil' jits just like shootin' up shit, they don't even really like to rap (huh?)
Ran off on ya, owe you one, the coke was color Doja Cat (it's cream)
Guess he thought that Gucci was a ho, I wonder who told him that? (ho)
Playin' with my backend on the road, got the promoter whacked (baow)
Lately all my new signees got me thinkin' my phone was tapped (well damn)
So Icey write they own raps, my artists tote they own straps (baow)
Brand new F8 'Rari, drive that bitch like it got handlebars (skrrt)
Lil' bitch, she a cannibal, ate my dick like an animal (muah)

Lately they been comin' at me fakin', it's been hard to dodge
I just copped two Trackhawks and two Chargers, we in love with Dodge (what?)
All these diamonds on me hittin' me hard like I've been fightin' with Floyd (burr)
Put your hands on Gucci Mane, on God, I'm sendin' your ass to God
Don't talk about my enemies, they dead to me, why bring 'em up?
This .223 gon' end the beef (grrah), they slept on me, I woke 'em up (ooh)
AR with the shoulder strap, what that sound like? The NOLA clap
Money so retarded, might park my Phantom in a handicap

Niggas hang with me, known to push a stick like a janitor (what?)
My niggas some predators, a lot of niggas scared of us
Beef ain't really shit to me, a nigga ain't did shit to me (no)
I'm not Billy Badass, but a nigga ain't takin' shit from me (nah)
Niggas talkin' down on me like they ain't bought no bricks from me
Suckers tryna clown me like they never hit no licks with me (haan)
Ran my M's up, left the streets, now that's a flawless victory (well damn)
Lace my cleats and fed the streets, yeah, everybody eats with me (it's Gucci)

Lately they been comin' at me fakin', it's been hard to dodge
I just copped two Trackhawks and two Chargers, we in love with Dodge (what?)
All these diamonds on me hittin' me hard like I've been fightin' with Floyd (burr)
Put your hands on Gucci Mane, on God, I'm sendin' your ass to God
Don't talk about my enemies, they dead to me, why bring 'em up?
This .223 gon' end the beef (grrah), they slept on me, I woke 'em up (ooh)
AR with the shoulder strap, what that sound like? The NOLA clap
Money so retarded, might park my Phantom in a handicap

(Ear drummers)
Wop
(MikeWiLLMade-It)

If you play, you lay for playin' with me and that's just how I see it (true)
This F&N gon' watch my back for me, that's how I see it (damn)
If she wink, then she'll f*ck and that's exactly how I see it (ho)
With me, that bitch'll slip, and when she wit' you, she conceited (woah)
She think she work for Birkin, that's just not the way I see it (nah)
They trade pussy for purses, that's exactly how I see it (wow)
It ain't trickin' if you got it, f*ck it, that's just how I see it
You can't take it to the grave with you, that's just how I see it (stop)
My house big as a castle, like a king, I should be greeted (it's Gucci)
A snitch gon' be a snitch, and like a rat, they should be treated (rule)
We, like, ninety-nine and O, it's like my squad can't be defeated (well damn)
My young niggas, they super rich, a blind man can see that (burr)
That ho said she don't f*ck with me, but that's not how I see it
Diamonds dance like Michael Jackson, told that ho to beat it
A island, dressed up fresh, no stylin', money keep on pilin' (Wop)
On the charts, I keep on climbin', on tv, you see me shinin' (damn)
Big ol' diamonds blindin', hard to find me how I'm eatin' (eatin')
Court-side where I'm seated, VIP, that's how I'm treated (treated)
When you get the type of chips I get, they love to call you greedy (greedy)
But the more I get, the more I give and that's just how I see it (well damn)
Say I'm hidin' behind these Gucci shades, but that's not how I see it (huh?)
I'm hidin' behind these Cartiers, but I can't let 'em peep it (nah)
Limo tint, can't let them see me, that's just how I see it (I see it)
Keep some snakes, can't let them sneak me, got a section full of demons (demons)
Preachers, post-reverends, deacons, doctors tryna treat 'em (treat 'em)
He D-O-A for playin' with me, but that's just how I leave him (that's just how I)
That just how I see it (see it), that's just how I see it (see it)
If you play, you lay for playin' with me and that's just how I see it (well damn)
That's just how I see it (huh?), That's just how I see it
He D-O-A for playin' with me and that's just how I see it (it's Gucci)