Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Family Tree"

"Family Tree"


[Intro:]
You missed us?
I know you did
Ain't nobody that good that movies a do
I got radio shoes, shit like that, you know we did it
We never neglect ya'll though

Yo, stuntin
It's Guwap

[Verse 1:]
I got lots of bricks, cops can't stop this shit
Fall off in the club just to stand on top this shit
Partner in the pit and he still got bills of it
I got bill of it cause I like the smell of it
Man I just reek of it, and I can see the shit
Say you can't see the bitch, bitch man I need a bitch
When the real was late, I had to get this shit
I might have missed this shit
I might just hit your tree
Hit in the head you bitch, throw as you said you bitch
Go get your dad you trich, go suck your daddy dick
Way above average bitch so can't fuck an average bitch
I break up marriages, no horse and carriages
Fresh as a sparrow ho, I watch 9 ladero ho
Say that you all wished you smoked
That make you regular ho
My pack is so bujy and got me thinkin I'm better than you
My friends said I made it simple
That's what they makin it fo

[Hook:]
I got drinkers in my family (drinkin)
Couple smokers in my family (smoking)
Gangbangers in my family (bang)
And I'm smoking on that family tree
I got smokers in my family (wasted)
A lot of drinkers in my family (faded)
A couple gamblers in my family (gambling)
And we smoking on that family tree

[Verse 2:]
With my famo rockin camo, missin with that Feragamo
Well my uncle like the chambles cause the nigga like to gamble
Say you caught you a ho, and too hot to handle
You done fall and low your life's cut off and you lightin candles
With a million I'll go broke, you can't hide or deny
Girl you know you smoke that dope
Don't tempt me, that damn lies
I know your uncle front a fire, boy you know that boy get high
I'm Mr. Sayin Anything, I can't work no 9 to 5
But when I hold this pistol on your boy
Don't act like survive
It be a cold day in hell if the nigga stay alive
Get in line, I'll be with 20 bands
I'm a shoot your ass like 20 times
Glock 4-5 stay by my side
I'll carve your ass like a porcupine

[Hook:]
I got drinkers in my family (drinkin)
Couple smokers in my family (smoking)
Gangbangers in my family (bang)
And I'm smoking on that family tree
I got smokers in my family (wasted)
A lot of drinkers in my family (faded)
A couple gamblers in my family (gambling)
And we smoking on that family tree

 

[fox69]

"Fat Pockets"

"Fat Pockets"


It's Gucci!
Catch Up!

I got fat pockets
I got, I got fat pockets
I got fat pockets
I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets
I got, I got fat pockets
I got fat pockets
I got, I got fat pockets

[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane:]
I got fat pockets
I don't like a wallet
I got fat pockets
Money in the closet
I got fat pockets
About three deposits
Hundred-fifty k
Haters can't stop it
Money and the power
Think I'm selling powder
Sipping drank, got me leaning
Like the Eiffel Tower
Money in the shower
Hundreds getting wet
Sell it to you wet
I'm all about a check
My pockets got the mumps like Professor Klump
Gucci on the run, put a shorty in a slump
I'm in the barn, so the front? Yeah, that's where the trunk
And I'm so hood, park the 'rari, come back, hit a gump
(Catch up!)

[Hook - Gucci Mane:]
I got fat pockets
I got, I got fat pockets
I got fat pockets
I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets
I got, I got fat pockets
I got fat pockets
I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets
I got, I got fat pockets
I got fat pockets
I got, I got fat pockets

I got fat pockets
I got, I got fat pockets
I got fat pockets
I got, I got fat pockets

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane:]
See the [?] love the bands in my [?] pants
Hundred grands will for dead, old white man
Yellow Rear, Drop-top, it's the redskins
Enough jewelry to make a young bitch's head spin
Haters mad, looking at me like "It's you again!"
And niggas only at the top, but I can buy friends
I got some twins in the back, think I'm a fly man
And when they land, it's a movie or a drive-in
And I don't see these pissy niggas like a blind man
It's East Atlanta, but I nicknamed it The Crimeland
And my bank account pregnant from my right hand
And my crew get wasted like a walkman

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Gucci Mane:]
Out with the bird, park on the curb
Still get paid on the first and the third
Splurge with an urge, goons on the go
Waiting on Gucci Mane just to give them the word
Verse for the eight I murder in the parking lot
Big blunts of kush I spark a lot
All except for his legs, sticking out
Park that bitch in the 6 a lot
Hundreds in my pocket, they falling out
Every little week, I'm balling out
Top-drop, bay is falling down
On Pea-Tree Avenue I'm falling down
On pancakes. This rough snake
Sliding round on a [?]
Like a hovercraft, giving all the girls
Wish my gran' could see me now
Big Kid say he want to be me now
Tell the truth, I wanna be me too
Want a fly on the wall with a bird's eye view
My whole life should've been pay-per-view
Rock solid, make good profit
But I wish I had like ten pockets
Thugged out, then plugged in
I think I got like ten sockets

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Feed Me"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Frenchie)

"Feed Me"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Frenchie)



[Gucci Mane:]
200 pounds I grew that shit, You knew that shit, I do it that shit
Pulled up with a hundred pounds, bails and bricks, filthy rich
All I know is grind time, nickle dime, slime time
I Intercept like Prime Time
My mind gone like nine times
Call it engineering, Gucci might steal it
A new European, everybody peekin
Is robbing season, goons out searching
Lurking, surfing, call it reimbursement
Southside on the beat, Gucci on the street
Let me take a listen… why not drive a [?]
Wow, pow, bricks right now
Slip and slide I'm glidin by
But I'm so high I just might die
Flocka told me go in! Roco told me go in!
PJ told me no end, my hand, I will throw in!
Gamble with the joker and end up in a shoot out
Wooh he on the lookout, Juice Man throwin cookouts

[Chorus:]
I’m in the strip club, the girls looking like zombies on the pole
They’re screaming feed me, feed me, feed me!
And when the club [?] we monsters making scary movies girls be
Screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming! [x2]

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
In the strip club shorty throwing up the racks
Gucci come my back, fifty stacks in the back
Mean mugging? Shorty I ain't worried bout that
Brick Squad Monopoly: we a wolf pack
Rolling in my zone, baby make the bootie clap!
Slapped her on the bootie like I’m trying to hit that
How much it cost cause I charge your stack?
Bottles in the air, hell yeah, I’m stoned!
Leaning left to right, double cup styrofoam
I’m full of racks, just stacks on stacks
Never been a [?] only shop at Sax
Drinking Remy by the fifth
They say Waka Flocka got a gift
Six speeds, I just shift
Every blunt I lift
I'm higher than a motherfucker, think I might fall
Bad bitches always calling me
LeBron fucking James I ball, my G
Shut the fuck up bitch, clap that ass
White fans screaming "Waka Flocka, you rad"
Always catch me with a fucking red rag

[Chorus x2]

[Frenchie]
I got em like ah...
Love this nigga, two hoes slobbering on the pole
Screaming out loud I love this nigga!
[?] seen the same girls that work in Perfections
They say they came straight from Magic City
So I know don't gotta teach ‘em no lesson!
Girls [?] my songs on
Put down those pom poms
Oriental, I think she's from Hong Kong
In the club full of ho zombies
Screaming out feed me
But I just got this stacks girl, it ain’t gonna be that easy!
Four girls leaving, they coming
All girls fucking they coming
Just like Gucci said I left a hundred dollars on the dresser
Just to show the bitch it ain't nothin'
If you think you coming home with me, you’re fucking
You got much potential, I turn you into something
Get in my V, my music we bumpin'
You steady talking but I ain't hear nothin'

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Feets"
(feat. Rocko)

"Feets"
(feat. Rocko)



[Hook:]
A nigga there front me 10 keys
I'm a run up on a nigga on feet
Gotta get back on my feet
Choppa knock a nigga off of his feet
Jump a nigga stunt, cause that's where my feet
Red bottoms on the bottom of my cleats
The only nigga in a Phantom on feets
Touch me and you'll be 6 feet deep

[Verse 1:]
Bullshit ass clubbing, yella crook in this bitch
Check a deuce to a 4, I put my foot in this shit
They say that Gucci Mane be flexin unbelievable price
And I know that life is priceless but I pay for yo life
I think I'm Dirty Harry nigga when I got that full fire
And I can never respect a man that can't look me in my eye
Just as stupid as these rappers if you bullied alive
You brought your knife to a gunfight, yo ass wanna die
I'm not a rapper, I'm a trapper and a rapper disguised
I put the feets on yo, leave a Reebok print on yo eye
I put the feets on the plug cause these prices too high
I'm showin my feet, Louie flip flops, I'm way in Dubai (it's Gucci)

[Hook:]
A nigga there front me 10 keys
I'm a run up on a nigga on feet
Gotta get back on my feet
Choppa knock a nigga off of his feet
Jump a nigga stunt, cause that's where my feet
Red bottoms on the bottom of my cleats
The only nigga in a Phantom on feets
Touch me and you'll be 6 feet deep

[Verse 2:]
Apply pressure, got that neck, I got my foot on it
V12 car, got my foot on it
Gucci cleats on my feet (on yo feet?)
Guc and me, we run the streets (we run the streets)
Walkin like I talk it, clear high goals
Ain't a funny bone on me homie, bitch you can X-ray my toes
Good in every hood, we run the town
Thousand niggas throwin up B's, seein toes down
I ain't jump off the porch, I lived in the streets
Real street cats always land on they feet
Born a standup guy, that's all I ever knew
You could tell a rich nigga just look at his shoes

[Hook:]
A nigga there front me 10 keys
I'm a run up on a nigga on feet
Gotta get back on my feet
Choppa knock a nigga off of his feet
Jump a nigga stunt, cause that's where my feet
Red bottoms on the bottom of my cleats
The only nigga in a Phantom on feets
Touch me and you'll be 6 feet deep

 

[fox69]

"Ferrari Boyz"
(with Waka Flocka Flame)

"Ferrari Boyz"
(with Waka Flocka Flame)



[Intro]
{LISTEN TO THE TRACK, BITCH}
Get out my lane [8X]

[Gucci Mane]
I'm in the yellow thang, on the expressway
That bitch so nasty it might give a bitch road rage
Get out my lane - Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain - So Icey boys
I'm ridin in a mansion, but I don't think I'm fancy
But I cut the blinker on and my diamonds dancin
Once upon a time, a little while ago
There was a nigga in a 'rarri with a pretty yellow hoe
Got my head held up, cause I think I'm handsome
As the media portrayin me as Charles Manson
And I coulda bought a Phantom, road here four deeper
But I'd rather pull up solo in the yellow two-seater
Gucci!

[Chorus 4X: Gucci Mane]
Get out my lane! Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain - So Icey boys

[Waka Flocka Flame]
Riding in the 'rarri same color as Bacardi
She don't like me shawty man she like my car
Damn near wanna fuck my chain, damn near wanna fuck my name
Wanna bust every nigga in the clique I claim
Deep-dish rims ain't no offsets mane
That's how me and Gucci Mane came
Iced out poppin shit, drunk switchin lanes
I rock bandanas like Santana, screamin out "Who want some anna?"
Made a million off my words, they in love with my country grammar
That's the antenna, cause these rap nigga careers got static in it
I'm a walkin meal ticket, just wait a minute
Bank account got commas in it, all black 'rarri know the llamas in it
I hear them talkin gangsta shit but I know they lame as hell
One thing I ain't gon' do, pussy nigga you scared of jail
My name ring bells, my engine loud as hell
Shit, my 'rarri cost about 230 bails

[Chorus]

[Interlude: repeat 4X]
I'm just lane changin, chain swangin [3X]
{FERRARI BOYZ}

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Fifty Large"
(feat. Strap Da Fool)

"Fifty Large"
(feat. Strap Da Fool)



[Hook:]
Fifty Large in a rubber band
Gucci cook the dope with his left hand
Fifty straps in a fucking van
We let them fuckas blahm
When we pull up, goin ham

Smoke a hundred grams, throw a hundred grand
Pour a half a pint in the ocean [?] (mud)
Heinz 57, niggas wanna [?]
The dope so good the salsa make you wanna lick ya hand

[Verse 1 - Strap Da Fool:]
In the trap house, I'm with big Gucci
Fifty scraps in the bag, we got ten uzi's
I got three cellphones, all my lines ringin
I got 4 chains on, vvs's blingin
In the kitchen water whippin, pourin up the syrup
Hundred bags of the midget, comin on the 3rd
Audemars Piguet, had to flood it out
Rich nigga, but I still got a gold mouth
Racks on top of racks, nigga I'm talkin M's
Got them young niggas with straps, they shoot [?]
Yeah a country boy, tell em wait in line
Get that cash by any means, juggin all the time

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane:]
Ball so hard my friends say I shouldn't have done it
Spent a million last year, yeah on some dumb shit
Spent two million last week yeah having fun bitch
Spent two million last year, icin out my whole clique
Spent, 20 million in my life, im a rich dude
If i get it to ya on the Greyhound, that's logistics
Got ya girlfriend shittin dog food, real [?]
Got a half a pint of lean in the cup, yeah I pissed it
Niggas say that they trynna stop the wop, got me twisted
Lil Darrell got retarded ass watch, like he's gifted
And that [?] that you seen in the troop, yeah I flipped it
Red with the red forgies, nigga shoulda peeped it
Got this [?] on me homey, fuck it I can't keep a secret
Im on designer all type of day, but yeah I'm sellin cheap shit
Cheap worker, a re-rocker all day, I got them cheap bricks
Louis shoes on when I run up on em, check my feet bitch
Bally boots soon as I pull up on em, on that street shit
All my belts are horseshoe Ferragamo, you should listen
Gucci pull up, paddle shiftin on em, pole position

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Finger Waves"

"Finger Waves"



Who the fuck you think you fucking hollering at pops?
Talking disrespectful will get you shot on this block
He gon fuck around and have more fucking gut shots than 2Pac
So call the cops cause they gon whack you whether you call them or not
They call me Gucci Mane, Big Guwop, got more blocks than ibaka
And all my home boys got ten bricks up but I still hang with robbers
They say I got a warrant out for aggravated finessing
Next charge Imma get flexing with deadly intentions its gucci!
I’m in a Bentley on a Wednesday, same clothes, I been wearing this shit for 3 days
Fucking hoes, I ain’t bathe and I need to shave
I had a sun valley babe getting that section 8
Flash shows on the stove, not the microwave
And I ain’t never in my life had some finger waves
A big bad hairy bone, I would catch a J
And I ain’t never in my life had some finger waves

 

[fox69]

"First Day Of School"
(feat. Chief Keef)

"First Day Of School"
(feat. Chief Keef)



[Intro - Gucci Mane:]
It's Gucci, brrrrrrrrr
Metro, metro

[Hook - Gucci Mane:]
I be first day of school fresh
First day of school fresh, first day of school fresh
First day of school fresh
Kill 'em with the J's, I'm the first to get 'em
My denim so exclusive everybody fuckin' with 'em
Cause they first day of school fresh, first day of school fresh
First day of school fresh

[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
I be first day of school G
Wear first day of school jeans
First day of school money, first day of school things
If I still went to school, I would walk in so icy
I'm always winning trophies, that's why niggas don't like me
First day of school, if you ain't first then you lose
Second day of school, [?]
Walk up in the school with a tool, I'm a fool
And I got the dope, like who wanna smoke
Then I'm catch 'em we smoke dope all day all night hey
[?] pour
Money all in my pores, that's how I was born
Ain't even going first day of school
They gone call my mom and I know it
Always on the block, hanging with my boys

[Hook - Gucci Mane]

[Interlude - Chief Keef:]
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey, ey, ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
With the J's, how I get 'em?
I walk in the school, everybody fuckin' with him
Where the J's? How I get 'em?
I walk up the school and everybody fuckin' with 'em
Metro

[Hook - Gucci Mane]

 

[fox69]

"Flight Risk"
(feat. Young Thug & Young Scooter)

"Flight Risk"
(feat. Young Thug & Young Scooter)



[Hook: Young Thug]
Got so much jewelry on right now, I'm a flight risk
Got two bad bitches with me right now, these dyke bitches
While you thinking they good, on the other hand, they a flight risk
And I got so much motherfuckin' jewelry on, I'm a flight risk
I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk
I said I got so much fuckin' jewelry on
The metal detector keep goin off like BRR BRR
Cause they know I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk
And the police keep kicking down my mama door
Like "Where the hell is your son coke?"
Cause they know I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci, Gucci, super high, baby girl, she super bi
Said she fuck with girls and guys and been like that since junior high
I bet she should recognize, she eat a dick like pumpkin pie
And her ass so B-I-G, G-I-E, she ready to die
Lesson 4: fuck like a whore or it won't be no lesson 5
Baby got those super thighs, she can't fuck you for less than 5
Baby got that whitewater, that super wet, that water slide
Call me talkin' bout 69, I said, shit, I'm on Morgan drive
68 and owe you one, you hold your breath, you won't survive
Blood red charger, homicide so someone please call Channel 5
Blood red Bentley, think that I stole it, it's not the Jersey Drive
Droptop Rari with one shooter in it screaming "Who wanna die?"

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Flight risk on my birth certificate
My mama had a nigga in the kitchen
Flight risk, took off from probation
Flight risk so they don't trust me at the label
My right wrist got my left hand hatin'
Wah gwan?, I just made a mill with my Jamaican
Ball every day and night, and catch flight
Shoot dice, rock ice, pour up lean and Sprite
Flight risk, I'm out this bitch
I ran up on JR but I ain't seen him since
You put that rent money at risk and you gon' get evicted
Cause if the shit don't go as planned, don't take another risk

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Fly Shit"
(feat. Lloyd)

"Fly Shit"
(feat. Lloyd)



[Intro:]
Young Lloyd
Aye Holiday we got one
Zone 6, East Atlanta
Stand up
Aye baby you know I'm a raise this motherfuckin cock house
Don't spend nothing in my shit

[Bridge:]
I ain't makin this shit up, ho I ain't Maybeline
I got some shit off in my cup that's gonna make ya lean
I told er cool it, please don't make a scene
'Cause I'm a fool with it, this is every day for me

[Chorus:]
She want that fly shit (fly shit, fly shit)
Expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds)
Just remember you in my shit (my shit my shit)
If you don't like the ruse then bye bitch (bye bitch, bye bitch)

[Verse 1:]
Higher than a pilot, fresher than a stylist
You a bad bitch, I'm a take you to a island
Across the watch game, give the daughters real ballin
If you a grown mane then why you actin all childish?
Bought a new Bentley, I don't even gotta drive it
Parked outside so I jumped inside it
Life fuck out it, the seats can't hide
Probly just flash, smoke a clitch with the pilot
Head so good that will keep me smiling
Forge another rim so I keep on flyin
So as a boss so I keep on divin
And Too Short told me to keep on rhyming
2 Pac taught me to keep on riding
Biggest boss says yo mama be cryin
Owe me buddy and you keep on lyin
I'm a grab my good, I'm a keep on firin
Ball so hard I can touch the sky
I can't even lie, I don't wanna leave I
Goon came in and you tune up yo chain
Fuck them niggas I'm a keep on mine
Your girl so fly and she gonna know why
I ain't gonna tell you, remember one time
Slide in with me, you can come in free
You can stand and freeze in that long ass line

[Bridge:]
I ain't makin this shit up, ho I ain't Maybeline
I got some shit off in my cup that's gonna make ya lean
I told er cool it, please don't make a scene
'Cause I'm a fool with it, this is every day for me

[Chorus:]
She want that fly shit (fly shit, fly shit)
Expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds)
Just remember you in my shit (my shit my shit)
If you don't like the ruse then bye bitch (bye bitch, bye bitch)

[Verse 2:]
Runnin down the criss and the Bentley move something
Little hand choppa and the big weed goin
Born by myself, I don't need no one
If you don't got no enemies, make you some
Sometime buddy can make you dumb
Run it on yo head, better get yo gun
Broke ass nigga can't even make bun
I don't trust that bitch, money make er cum
Flyin to the nigga, tryna go to the park
Smokin on kush like fuck my lungs
None of these hoes can't meet my mom
At the end of the day you want a sucka son
Love as like I don't so I feel like frontin
I ain't never ever had so much fun
500$ gun and a million on jewels
And I whip yo ass up like you jumped in the pool
Feeds wanna get me just like Ja Rule
Five ass bitches, that deja-vu
Wutchu gonna do with no scrubs on you?
And kicks so fly, got a birds eye view
Gucci 2 times, 2 times times 2
All this money can't fit in these troops
This a T neck so my neck hurt too
But I pity the fool tryna try my crew

[Bridge:]
I ain't makin this shit up, ho I ain't Maybeline
I got some shit off in my cup that's gonna make ya lean
I told er cool it, please don't make a scene
'Cause I'm a fool with it, this is every day for me

[Chorus:]
She want that fly shit (fly shit, fly shit)
Expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds)
Just remember you in my shit (my shit my shit)
If you don't like the ruse then bye bitch (bye bitch, bye bitch)