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1: gucci mane]
there’s a trap in every hood and all the j’s want that good dope
gucci got that clean cause all the snorters want that real c-ke
multimillionaire the real la flare but i feel broke
10 million dollar mane but i can’t hang with these rich folks
my little boy was only 2 he asked me, “papa, what a roo-poo?”
5 years old closet full of jays; fruit loops
they say gucci mane the god of making music people trap to
drumma boy the god of making music gucci snap to
section 8 apartment and them babies need some fruit loops
pampers and a bath cause they mamma smoking crack too
how you gone critique me, you industry
i’m in the streets, you out the streets
i murk the streets and murk the beat
i’m hercules, no murkin’ me
gucci back home making music n-gg-s clap to
he don’t never come to the hood unless he have to
rappin’ -ss n-gg-s i’mma make my n-gg-s rap you
its big gucci, not bobby v, so ain’t no way you jackin’ me

i ain’t really scared of n-body
i ain’t backin’ down for n-body
you got teardrops on your face with no bodies

red cars with tint on them so n-gg-s looking but can’t see
paved the way for making trap music so street n-gg-s should thank me
ain’t no way you’ll out think me
ain’t no way that you could jank me
and all i sending is head shots cause i don’t shoot at n-gg-s feet
n-gg-s better retreat when they see me
on g.p. shoot up the bp
n-gg- died with his gun, couldn’a been me
one deep on the street with a street sweep?
gucci man, i’mma shoot you in your pee pee
get you f-cked in jail like a fefe
n-gg-s know about flocka & gucci
naw we ain’t beef he sissy
i’m the type to shoot out peachtree
you the type that wanna’ be me
bullets just fly right by me
these f-ck n-gg-s tried to hit me
you scouts don’t get no brownies
one shot just hit my bentley
another hit my charger, but it didn’t hurt my hemi

- gucci mane

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