Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Darker"
(feat. Chief Keef)

"Darker"
(feat. Chief Keef)


[Hook: Gucci Mane]
The tints on my shit there look darker
Pouring up drank nigga, my shit darker
The kush came in this time look darker
I'm whipping up a brick and the work look darker
Kush came in this time look darker
Pouring up drank nigga my shit darker
The work came in this time look darker
And the tints on my shit there look darker

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Dark tint on my soowoo red charger
The niggas round me drink lean not water
I could never hold a job down like my father
But I could hold a block and push the rock, Shawn Carter
Bitches on my dick cause my skin real darker
Got a yellow bitch and The Devil Wears Prada
Got the narcs on me say my car tail got bothered
Big fish in little pond, get swallowed
Dark weed, super dark weed, Cali OG
Dark lean, super dark lean, straight codeine
Dark meat pretty brown bitch that adore me
Dark tint on my dark bent on a dark street

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It's a dark night, had a gun fight with a dark clique
Set up by a dark skin bitch, she was dumb thick
Gucci Mane keep pulling up in darkly painted cars
Dropped the top on your bitch, now she looking at the stars
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, you dancing with the star
Gucci Mane so geeked up, he don't care you light or dark ho
I just paid 300 cause didn't have nowhere to park ho
If Gucci Mane just bought why the fuck he paint it darker
That shit was already hard, Now he made it harder
Cali kush, just touched down nigga and this pack a lil' darker
Dog food bricks and cocaina them, now they look darker
Dark skin brick I'm touching it and with it whipping away from the water

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
(Squad!)
I just bought six pints, they dark as fuck (Leaning)
Bitch I'm with the dart gang, don't think so we dart you up
Bitch I'm with the art gang, don't think so we paint you up
Them niggas ain't with us, them niggas lame as fuck
Bitch we the Black Disciples so our blood a lil' darker
I'm rolling in that Beamer big guwop in his charger
And we racing down your block like we ain't riding Forgiatos
Disrespect So Icey Brick Squad we gon' drop you
Beat the lil' nigga ass like his father
On that Glo' Boys shit, you ain't with it we pop you
These lil' bitches on my dick cause my money got larger
I'm smoking on this Keisha getting head from Ms. Parker

[Hook]

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Go
Go
Go
It's guwop nigga
Turn up
Dark
Everything dark this summer nigga
Yeah
You see me in the dark too fuck nigga
Yeah
It's Gucci
Guwop

 

[fox69]

"Dats My Life"

"Dats My Life"


[Verse 1]
They overdosing on my swag, put the whole goddamn hood in rehab
Too many ruffles in my duffle, can't close this bag it's so much cash
I need ten hands now to count my stash
LL Cool Gucci Mane I'm bad
Never need a mask, better check my stash you must be hallu-ci-na-tin'
First day out girl ain't you glad, six supermodels crashing at my pad
I should be a model drinkin' outta gold bottle with some true religions jeans saggin'
off my ass
Please don't crash, am I goin' too fast, touchdown anywhere I don't need no pass
Might need some gum 'cause I'm fixin' to talk trash 'cause I keep 'em on task like a kid in class
Hater can't hit what a hater can't see
I told you forty haters sure can't see me
Wouldn't know what hit if I hit 'em in the head with a four by four standin' six foot three
Ready for my bitch crocodile the sheet
Never met a girl ain't fuck first week
You never met a G throw a $10,000 white mink on the floor live on B.E.T.

[Chorus]
Only got one life I can live
There's only so much game I can give
So you can watch the show chillin' at your crib
And please turn the music up so I can jam
But I be smokin' 'dro
I'ma fuck some hoes
I'm about a day wake up and then go buy some more
They tell a grown man what to do with his
Is your prerogative I'ma mind my biz
But I'ma live a life
Forever rockin' ice
Throwin' money, poppin' bottles because that's just what I like
But I'ma live a life
Forever rockin' ice
Throwin' money poppin' bottles because that's just what I like
That's just what I like

[Verse 2]
Screamin' I'mma Be like The Black Eyed Peas
I wanna be free and you wanna be me
Best be ease if you really want breeze I'll fly you by the trees lookin' like swiss cheese
Just came home ain't thinkin' bout sleep
Bet yo favorite rapper ain't slept in weeks
Thinkin' bout me like a down street noise over soon as the leather feet touch concrete
When I'm south-beach blowin' on tree
Whippin' down the street like I'm ridin' on D's
A new Ferrari flyin' down B street girl like roll your window down Gucci Mane please May 12, 2010 I'm free
Caught up in the booth like 1017
Before I'm through fire jumpin' out the roof but we don't need water please bring more weed
Gucci Mane win now they want to switch teams
Can't entertain that by no means
Wan to get on nigga chase your dreams
Stop chasin' me down like a dope fiend
Startin' off my day with a M-16
Shit ain't been the same since I turned sixteen
Whole life changed after so icy first album on the charts came out same week Gucci

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
My auntie had a stroke and she still can't speak
Wrote me every week real talk that's deep
Ex cell mate got a thirty-five piece
Won't be released 'till 2033
On the same birthday my boy turned 3
And lookin' at him is like I'm lookin' at me
Can't look back watch the moves I make for the moves that I make fuck around and make me Gucci

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Dead Man"
(feat. Young Scooter, Trae The Truth)

"Dead Man"
(feat. Young Scooter, Trae The Truth)



[Verse 1:]
Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you
They call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci Goo out when I do the song with you
But don't walk up on me hoes, after the blow don't scroll with ya
Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you
They call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci Goo out when I do the song with you
But don't walk up on me hoes, after the blow don't scroll with ya
Got them young shooters with me, they don't get along with you
If you ain't get no money nigga what it is wrong with you?
And I can't tell your own niggas have the wrong picture
I take the real sippin lean with this very long swisha
I'll drink my milkers and the codeine, even this apple juice mixture
If you knew that you would do that I swear you would not kiss
You's a naked boy that's nigga tryin to tell em got fish
If a snitch was without the day I bet this hood would not miss

[Hook:]
You's a dead man, playing games with that bread
You's a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man you're playing games with my bread
You hear the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
Dead man, dead man, you's a dead man
Dead man, dead man, you's a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man

[Verse 2:]
Five news, 4 tray, 6 A
8 watches, 4 chains, 6 rings
Pot Forbes don't add a high coast
From coast to coast, I said numbers on the dope
Remix it yo, you know I can sell you both 16 fine
Prices loaded, shawty load, when I drive
Got my seat leanin low, bricks inside
Got em stashed in the door, always road running
Me and Gucci getting money fast, keep it coming
Track the trailer in the morning, won't stop jigging
Every month I make 4 hundred, I'm a street nigga
I got rich up for Jacky

[Hook:]
You's a dead man, playing games with that bread
You's a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man you're playing games with my bread
You hear the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
Dead man, dead man, you's a dead man
Dead man, dead man, you's a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man

[Verse 3:]
What the fuck is you thinking?
Dumb bitch, you must have been drinking
This top had got me feeling like holy
If I let you ride you bound to be stinking
I'm an asshole I do what I like to
Oh shit this made for you to fight too
I don't give a fuck bitch I don't like you
Got that fire bitch I might light you
Bitch I am the streets you just look tough
Call my bricks is low like I was on bluff
Call me the master like soon up
Bad boy for real, no puff
If a nigga pussy I don't pimp mine,
Just keep the distance don't play with mine
Stay in your place fall out of line,
Had them young niggas on me you're here to be fine
You can find me in the hood where a hood don't go
Bitch just somebody that the hood don't know,
If a nigga turned up tell him watch these shows
Money never since then so I meant don't blow
King of streets just call me sire
On my throne, ain't no one higher
TR, UT ace no liar
Real street nigga I won't retire.

[Hook:]
You's a dead man, playing games with that bread
You's a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man you're playing games with my bread
You hear the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
Dead man, dead man, you's a dead man
Dead man, dead man, you's a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man

 

[fox69]

"Dead People"
(feat. Raury)

"Dead People"
(feat. Raury)



[Hook x2 - Gucci Mane:]
I got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me go get this bread
Got a pocket full of dead people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to get this bread

[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane:]
Got a pocket full of dead guys
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to watch the feds
And I love sellin' cake pies
It's a bad bitch in my bed and she got that stupid head
Got me Versace, shop, shawty, catch me walkin' out of 5ths
With a lit Glock 40 and a couple extra clips
Lenox Mall in the closet, all my hoes exotic
And ain't that shit ironic that my doors go up, robotic?
I can walk the shit and I can talk the shit
I can talk the shit cause I got it
It's Gucci Mane, I'm a walkin' lick
Got dead people in my pocket
Fallin' off in Follie's, got a bag full of the mollies
A half a mil' off profit, and my Muller got her jockin'

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 - Raury:]
I've been livin' like a king all week
I'm a peasant at the end of every day
I've been chillin' with my niggas in the streets
Livin' like a vagabond, wild, free, run away
Reminiscin' 'bout them bored summer days
Blowin' haze on the east side of Atlanta
Makin' moves on the shawty, a Hispania
We don't speak the same language so excuse me if I stammer
I understand you wanna pick up the hammer
And build up your own, she see her brother climbin' the ladder
It's your time, yeah it's somethin' that you figure
I mean you can do it too but you can't be a bitch ass nigga
Get up off your ass, find a fuckin' craft
Make bread, get it back, give it back times 2
Who are you? Look in the mirror
Don't give a fuck what they think, you're the one, you're the truth
Got the juice, got the juice, got the juice, got the juice
Mothafucka you the man like an 8th grade Jew
You can chew through any zebra ass in the zoo
Any nigga tryna act hard as some leather boots, fuck them
And anyone tryna step on you, fire burnin'
Nigga learnin', stay concernin' bout your paper
Now and later ain't really good time
For a nigga 'bout his business on Wood Crest Manor

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Decapitated"

"Decapitated"


[Intro: Gucci Mane]
I wanna thank God
For opportunity, success
Wealth and health

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
My daddy name Gucci, he the Gucci Mane
Honestly he turned me on to the ice game
He fed the fame with 3 tops, that's cunt game [?]
Well fuck you, who are you?
You ain't God mane
I fell out with my right hand man, he tried to top on me
I guess it's clear we ain't homies like I think we homies
I'm at the top and I swear to God, it's really lonely
But I'm not coming down, no stoopin' down, I keep it movin'
These young nigga's got no respect who make music
Broke ass nigga never can get used to it
And the bottom of [?] don't do it like the top do it
Roll the crisp we hear AK's more than church music

[Hook:]
In this car, horse on the car, with the top off it
Topless broads drivin, Gucci chargin' with no problem
Hit shot dead in the bushes with his head off
[?]
Decapitated (Huh?)
Decapitated
Decapitated (Bang), bow down
Decapitated (It's Gucci)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I know African's that cut off legs
Jamaican's that cut off heads (What's up bumbaclot)
This millionare still in the feds
You in the county and you can't get outta jail nigga?
Damn, that's so sad
That's so bad
You played out, [?]
Mob ties put a head in your bed (horse head)
You touch Guwop and they goin' mine and wrap yo head
I got so much overhead, I gave him diamond bricks instead
And I chumm without a charm, diamond chain and watch instead
My grandad in house and I stay next door to Ned
Cooking dope instead of eggs
Hundred PT's in my fridge

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Diamonds"
(feat. Future, Jeremih)

"Diamonds"
(feat. Future, Jeremih)



Yea yea yea yea uuuuuuuh

I got more diamonds
They shinin'
I got my ice around me
Uuuuuuuh yea yea yea yea
I got more diamonds
They shinin'
I got my ice around me
Uuuuuuuh yea yea yea yea

Bitches say I'm photogenic, diamonds dessin' off my pendich
Stirrin' like I'm creek a spinach
This gon take like 40 minutes
Got 20 minutes so let it out
I'm the nigga that you read about
Beat the type of you pussy niggas
I hate these lames a whole lot
I was talkin' not libra witness, every day I'm hellin' business
Pulling up in big old Benzes, yea my Rolls is real expensive
This why I invert but I scared a lot
Which grub boys get bread a lot
She got out, now bring the titties out
Let it talk like in the city light

I got more diamonds
They shinin'
I got my ice around me
Uuuuuuuh yea yea yea yea
I got more diamonds
They shinin'
I got my ice around me
Uuuuuuuh yea yea yea yea

I cut off their lights ho
I'm still proud of my light show
I don't have to grab the mike, I step out then my ears flow
I'm a walkin' crystal ball, got a sack full of money like Santa Claus
I play so much that codeine, I don't ever had no withdraw
My girls come to my show, they come to my show, they don't have all clothes on
Got devious and trippin', all my niggs are like a waterfall
All sparklin' on my wrist you know my ears don't have no one to call
You've got diamonds in your face, it ain't no mistake and girl I gotta ball

I got more diamonds
They shinin'
I got my ice around me
Uuuuuuuh yea yea yea yea
I got more diamonds
They shinin'
I got my ice around me
Uuuuuuuh yea yea yea yea

My diamonds...
So everyday I'm hustling, hustling, so what
Never been a D boy but now I got my dough up
Hey girl I'm a boss cause my dough up
And the bitches callin' them doughnuts
Cruisin' through the hundreds in a 2 door
Diamonds shinin' easy look like blue balls
One chain, I need 2 more
Too high up on Pluto
Bitch money pockets gone sumo
At Friday night yea you know

I got more diamonds
They be shinin'
I got my ice around me
Uuuuuuuh yea yea yea yea
I got more diamonds
They shinin'
I got my ice around me
Uuuuuuuh yea yea yea yea

 

[fox69]

"Do It"

"Do It"


[Hook:]
Why you painted that motherfucker? You didn't have to do it
Why you flood yo wife? You know that you didn't have to do it
It was clean fore you did it, you didn't have to do it
It was a 2013 car, man you didn't have to do it
It's Gucci Mane izay, you know we overdo it
They back in the Lamborghini man, they didn't have to do it
They got so much, man it's so much, influence didn't have to do it
They know that Gucci Mane stay fresh and he didn't have to do it

[Verse 1:]
Don't need no stylist, I'm so fresh, I didn't even have to do it
My car cost half a million dollars and I didn't have to do it
I paint that bitch instantly and put them Forgies to it
I merk a nigga instantly, this shit here more than music
As far as me, them niggas phony, that's balony music
These niggas so corny I'd be baloney if I listened to it
I paint my car soon as I get it, bitch I gotta do it
And get how many, can even a man take car paint that's on a Buick
I make a bitch feel insecure but she still listen to it
She in the car, don't know what it is but ain't like she knew
You with a nigga with a check, this a Rari not a Vette
This ain't that same little lick that he got, man this Bentley cost 3-20 man
It's Gucci, I got plenty, me in city, we be killin shit
Soon as you take drop man it's gon be trinity and it's have her 50
I have my mind on a V, I'm trappin out abandoned buildings
They say the rims on my Charger bitch are bigger than they children

[Hook:]
Why you painted that motherfucker? You didn't have to do it
Why you flood yo wife? You know that you didn't have to do it
It was clean fore you did it, you didn't have to do it
It was a 2013 car, man you didn't have to do it
It's Gucci Mane izay, you know we overdo it
They back in the Lamborghini man, they didn't have to do it
They got so much, man it's so much, influence didn't have to do it
They know that Gucci Mane stay fresh and he didn't have to do it

[Verse 2:]
I didn't have to do it but I did it, man I did it
Yo I do it when I do it, drop top Rari, yea we stupid
Got that Rollie, flooded it out with Cuban diamonds, man they ready blew this
Groupies I don't give a fuck, I'm flippin!
I pour lean and some blue Kool-Aid and now I'm feelin like lipsy
Took my car service to Slawson, bought 10 Patriot from the 60's
Why you pass that blunt to me? Baby you know that shit too skinny
I stick my blunt and stuff my safe, I can't even close at all em 20's

[Hook:]
Why you painted that motherfucker? You didn't have to do it
Why you flood yo wife? You know that you didn't have to do it
It was clean fore you did it, you didn't have to do it
It was a 2013 car, man you didn't have to do it
It's Gucci Mane izay, you know we overdo it
They back in the Lamborghini man, they didn't have to do it
They got so much, man it's so much, influence didn't have to do it
They know that Gucci Mane stay fresh and he didn't have to do it

 

[fox69]

"Dollar Sign"

"Dollar Sign"


[Chorus]
I'm so fucking paid I just bought the dollar sign
I'm so fucking paid I just bought the dollar sign
I'm so fucking paid I just bought the dollar sign
I just bought the dollar sign
I just bought the dollar sign

Please man call Obama I wanna buy the dollar sign
Just like first day of school my swag killed em like colombine
The dollar signs my logo and guccis my clothing line
Put on that purple label polo and them hoes say damn he fine
Should be able to keep her so I keep her
Feed her treat her like a diva
My fetish in costa rica cuz she know that I'm a cheater
What up the cost of living
I feel like a trillion bucks
Got beef with a million fuck niggas I dont give a fuck
? on south beach where my house is
Any where on earth my turf but I'm so down south aligator couches
A public service announcement
Gucci so fucking paid pay 2 stacks just for a fade
Bitches surfing on my waves

[Chorus]

By the bar and I own the club
Cant own the bar cuz I'm superstar
I'm so turnt up cant turn me down
Blowing punds thats higher than jupiter
I'm hot turning up lucifer
At club crucial in a stoopid car
Every verse my flow gets stoopider
My producer dont want to produce for ya
? my bank account on steroids
My stash aint got no room for it
New drop head paid cash for it
Ferrari 220 on the dashboard
Long rich nigga wait here his crash course
I pull up to the club in a fast porche
When I leave all the hoes give a sad voice
Got bills to pay and things to do
New hoes to screw and business moves
Imma business man whats the business plan
Used to rip it in the band for the extra grand
I'm successful man hell yes I am
Dead fresh I am bought an extra lamb
And I dont never ask how much it cost
Thats silly cuz I dont really give a damn

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Don't Blow My Capsule"
(with PeeWee Longway)

"Don't Blow My Capsule"
(with PeeWee Longway)



[Verse 1:]
Please don't blow my capsule
I'm first class flight to NASA
Oh fight up and his candy
On Miley Cyrus wagging
Scotty keep on telling me
That this is nicer shit
Scotty keep on telling me
Don't be this kind of bitch
Turning my dollar shit
Hyper scripe all in my whip
Hannah Montana sip on
Only thing that I can whip
All day fighting on free this swish
Here alter begins the shit
Ask them out what it might tool kush
Barn freak what a nice round butt
I don't watch play Jay I don't watch iced out
My ice hear like the Jay in the light house
Smoking on a bum with a bummer on the white house
Good game we jusnk supposed to take your face
Got a good headdown right on took her face
Can't go wrong with a net slur
She wonder when a bitch poochie
All I get the lean she want make the move

[Hook:]
Please don't blow my capsule higher dinner summer bitch
This is capsule castle still in like I'm a tuna stealing chick
Please don't blow my capsule higher dinner summer bitch
Peewee is the realer treat her like a slick bitch
Please don't blow my castle
Please don't blow my castle
Please don't blow my capsule higher dinner summer bitch

[Verse 2:]
Tom 4 level, cooler than fuzzarela
My sad tan on me, smoking OG smitherena
California rrari of 4 G's
All whipping and pinning calling
Bad bitches out and circling the diva I pity cabin
Please don't blow my capsule
Higher then summer bitch molly
Well now on this bitch I'm watching
Slick Rick can't steal my money
Fuck a fiecy bitch I'm blowing
So icey I'm creeping starting in my possum
30 in we smooth out in big body
Bulldog and licking the molly
Can't eat no wifi I buying
Grind on my teeth for biting
Down on me not my style
Pockets deep then I wish
Bail on me bud upon me
Fight surround sad tail mighty on it

[Hook:]
Please don't blow my capsule higher dinner summer bitch
This is capsule castle still in like I'm a tuna stealing chick
Please don't blow my capsule higher dinner summer bitch
Please don't blow my capsule

 

[fox69]

"Don't Count Me Out"

"Don't Count Me Out"


[Verse 1:]
These pussy niggas gettin' on my last nerves
How you a kingpin, but you ain’t havin' no birds
How you a killa nigga, and you ain’t even got no strap
How you a hustler, and you ain’t even got no trap
I run a nigga out the city, that's how that check work
Put so much hand on your head, it’ll make your neck hurt
And when it come to moving packs, man I’m a expert
I got a hole dug for you in the desert
So much cash and assets don’t know my net worth
I’m ridin' Ferraris, but I came through in that ‘vette first
A knucklehead little boy, my grandma say I need church
I need work and I’m the one that my plug feed first

[Hook:]
So, don’t count me out, so, don’t count me out
My pride won’t let me wake up without me no check to count
So, don’t count me out, so, don’t count me out
You broke ass niggas ain’t gettin' no money want me to help you out
So, don’t count me out, so, don’t count me out
You know yo bitch fuckin' with me don’t let it stress you out
So, don’t count me out, so, don’t count me out
Fresh outta jail they done let me out, big Guwop, nigga check me out

[Verse 2:]
Rolexes and Audemars, more change than Mardi Gras (burrr)
Young niggas’ll hide your body parts, I’m strapped up right here by the bar
Fifteen years off with no license, still got money to buy a car
Yo bitch suckin' up all this flavor, she just wanna stand by a star
1017 nigga that’s my team and ain’t no fuckin' better squad
Ain’t nobody got wetter cars, ain’t nobody spit better bars
I’m shipping this coke and I’m whipping this dope and
I’m cooking it up and it’s hella hard, thinking of lies to tell a broad
Pulling up with yo baby mama
I crack yo jaw, I break the law
Having young niggas run in yo house
They’ll tape your mouth and rape your spouse
Blow your brains right on the couch
I am the six, I took some bricks
I hit some licks, I run the south
Take your wife won’t call you twice
You ain’t 'bout that life nigga catch me out

[Hook]