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(Quincy Tellem)
Gucci on, we Gucci Mane
Can't go halves with him
We didn't starve with him, ee-yay
Keep my hunchos in the safe
See her jaw twitching
Uh, she slopping me, ee-yay
Pop it for me, ain't no shame
Just don't fall for me
Yeah, don't fall for me, ee-yay
Crodie Crippin' all the way
Yeah, no law with him
Uh, Crenshaw with it, ee-yay
Ayy, Quincy, run that back (load it up)
Listen, I just made some hunchos, made it acrobat
Brand New Gucci, black on black (uh-huh)
I be running laps, you ain't gang, we add on tax (uh-huh)
She ain't here for chat
Fuck me now, she arch her back (she arch it)
I just stand on facts (straight facts)
Ayy, Dior Dior runners, bro, I stand on cash
Who's your boy? I have to ask (ah)
Watch that car keep driving past
I met your chick, I had a blast
Said she into art, I paint her face like Art Attack
Gucci on, we Gucci Mane (ah, ah)
Can't go halves with him
We didn't starve with him, ee-yay
Keep my hunchos in the safe (keep it in a box)
See her jaw twitching
Uh, she slopping me, ee-yay
Pop it for me, ain't no shame (pop it for me, for me, for me)
Just don't fall for me
Yeah, don't fall for me, ee-yay
Crodie Crippin' all the way
Yeah, no law with him
Uh, Crenshaw with it, ee-yay
Freezer on me
Big boogers, hall of fame
Ooh, she calling me
Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay
Ah, ah, fickle on me
You take your love away
The crab is coco baked
I'm in Ocho, Mamme Bay
You know I peep the game
Cookie in the Range
Put the rubies on her face
Side piece get me in trouble
You know your friend and she lying
Was with my D-O and the G is double (she lyin')
Gucci on, we Gucci Mane