Lyrics
Man fuck these niggas
Imma spare everythin but these niggas
I flip the gun and gun-buck these niggas
Take the knife off the AK and cut these niggas
Ya
And fuck these bitches
I swear I care bout everythin but these bitches
I don't care, I "so what" these bitches
And I put young mulla baby way above these bitches
If it ain't broke, don't break it
And if he ain't shook, I'm gon shake him
Hope I don't look weak
Cuz when a wolf cry wolf, you still see that wolf teeth
Motherfuckaaaaa
Futuristic hand gun
If you act foul, you get two shots and one
I'm at your face like Lancome
You niggas softer than Rosanne's son
Hey
You cannot reach me on my Samsung
I busy fuckin the world and givin the universe my damn tongue
Crazy motherfucker, I am one
But the crazy thing is, I began one
All white bricks, I'm straight like it's jumpin back to thirty-six nigga
Big house, long hallways, got ten bathrooms I could shit all day nigga
And we don't want no problems
Ok you're a goon, whats a goon to a goblin
Yaaaaa...
And Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street
Oooooooo...
Now pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh Huh...
And we be steady mobbin
Oh Kimosabi, big ballin is my hobby
What the fuck is up, it's Gucci Mane the G
It's titty boy, no pity boy, be strapped city to city boy
So icy, so no Nike boy jus Gucci, Louis, Prada, excuse me
Gucci Mane keep shitin on me, why that boy keep buyin jewlery
East Atlanta cockin hammers
Bandanas on car antennas
No we do not talk to strangers
Jus cut off these niggas fingers
Gucci's armed and dangerous, cocaine, codine and angel dust
This AK 47 will hitcha anywhere from your ankle up
Gun same size as Nia Long, clip long as a Pringles can
Four, five desert eagle on me, you'll think imma Eagles fan
Toni Braxton sniper rifle, make ya neva breathe again
Fuck that nigga, kill that nigga, bring him back, kill him again
Gucci
Ya
The money is the motive
Fuck wit the money, it get ugly as coyote
Ok I'm reloaded
Better pull it if you told it
I buy a pound, break it down and put it in a stogie
Swagger so bright, I don't even need light
I'm wit a model broad, she don't even eat rice
But would you believe that she dykes
And she asked me for a picture so I gave her three strikes
Yaa
I'm the man around this motherfucker
I'm so hot you probably catch a tan around this motherfucker
This rap game, I got my hand around this motherfucker
Ya I said game, but I ain't playin around this motherfucker
Ya
I'm the best to ever do it bitch
And you're the best at never doin shit
If you the shit then I am sewer-age
Try me and I'll have your people readin eulogies
Hahaha
I swear you can't fuck with me
But I can fuck your girl and make her nut for me
Then slut for me, then kill for me, then steal for me
And of course it'll be your cash
And I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to your ass
And we don't want no problems
Ok you're a goon, whats a goon to a goblin
Yaaaaa...
And Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street
Oooooooo...
Now pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh Huh...
And we be steady mobbin
Oh Kimosabi, big ballin is my hobby
Man suck my clip
Swallow my bullets, and don't you spit
Uhhhh
I am the hip-hop socialist
Life is a gamble and I'm all about my poker chips
Do you want a dose of this
I will make the most of this
F is for fer-o-cious
Murder your associates
The top is so appropriate
This is just where I belong
Keep a hard dick for your girlfriend to wobble on
Weezy
And we don't want no problems
Ok you're a goon, whats a goon to a goblin
Yaaaaa...
And Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street
Oooooooo...
Now pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh Huh...
And we be steady mobbin
Oh Kimosabi, big ballin is my hobby