Zaytoven Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci (Yeah) Wizzop da, wizzop da, wizzop da, wizzop da wizzop da, guap Gucci that, gucci that, gucci that, gucci that gucci guwop with the gucci (Gucci!)
God keep coverin' me with drip I think he tryna smother me (On God) They stop me at the border, I had too many felonies I'm splashin' I ain't even drippin' (Splashin') Laughin', I ain't even trippin' (Ha, ha) I'm crashin', I ain't even dissin' Heard you drop some I ain't even listen No one realer, trilla, straight gorilla I pull up like Chauncey Billups Nigga don't gas me, I don't need a fill up Kick her up and make her suck my dick 'til she hiccup Wop lookin' slim like a bicycle rim but he's bank obese and the pockets on chubby He'll play Head Coach, just like Lovie Thuggin' in public, these hoes love it I double and triple, quatruple your budget Baseball money like David Justice Whole load sold, I ain't even touched it Own our own kush, damn the room so mushed it Most of you rappers all style no substance Big ole rocks on, they disgusting Niggas talk but never touch me (Nah) Broke haters can't tell me nothing
Fuck 'em (Woo, woo, woo, who?) Yeah this that Meek Mill, Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane) Y'all niggas swim through F&Ns They gon' come right back to you like a boomerang (Brr) Louis and Saint Laurent drip (Ooh, sheesh) Pimp on these bitches like Pootie Tang He wanna be 'bout that bitch but we are fuckin' her so he don't know who to blame She wanna check for me, uh (Check) She got a check for me, uh (Check) Fuckin' the two baddest bitches on Instagram, they on that ecstacy (AAh) Hey, diamonds like flossin', I got the sauce I made you the recipe, oh 'Fore all this rappin' shit, I was a trapper the plug gon' invest in me, woah Jump out the porch, I got a Porsche Too many hitters, they can't extort I take that mil' to table, no fork Then split it out with my dawg like divorce They shouted us, it was by force We shouted them, they went to court I don't wan' be with these niggas no more I cannot be with these niggas no more Shorty said she only fuck trappers (Trappers) End up fuckin' with a rapper (For real?) Damn bitch, how you goin' backwards? (Damn) Diamonds gon' fall like Alaska That ain't even none of my business (Business) Gucci said he's done with your ass now (Back down) I am preachin' to you like the pastor I'ma keep runnin' them 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 fuckin' 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?
Wow, I thought I was proud of you. But I take it back You know what I'm saying? Where your [?] at? Where your titles at, uh? Where your shooters at? Thought you had a plug, but you are scrub Damn
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Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Radric Delantic Davis (Gucci Mane) (SOUNDEXCHANGE), Robert Rihmeek Williams (Meek Mill) (SOUNDEXCHANGE)Publicado em 2019ECAD verificado fonograma #18583287 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM