Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Half"

"Half"


[Intro:]
Dear diary
33 years old (33)
A couple million up
It's good
I'm a single parent
It's Guwop
Medicine since for two
I'm love my little boy
Yea the truth
Cherish my mother
Thank you dad
And I just want half
(I have everything in the world)

[Hook x2:]
But these hoes want half
(can't get it)
How the hell you get a bitch half?
I would've cut that bitch in half
Cuz I could never give a bitch half

[Verse:]
What if I was on my last
You mean she'd get half of my cash
Man that bitch can kiss my ass
It's Guwop, she will never get half
This AK knock a nigga in half
Like a magician I cut a bitch in half
I came up, me and Juicy are hand in hand
I cut the head down of 50 dollar sacks
Now I'm trappin hard, I'm on Grisham ave
A nigga play me, I'mma cut him in half
Dirty gang, you gon take a blood bath
It's Gucci Mane, got 3 million in cash
I got a real real big stack
I hate it when I see the tax
These bitches man they love to harass
I mean these bitches love to harass
You's a stalker, You's a stalker, You's a stalker
34 balls on Hersh and Walker
Gucci Mane man I'm a smooth talker
And I control a bitch like a snake charmer

[Hook x2:]
But these hoes want half
(can't get it)
How the hell you get a bitch half?
I would've cut that bitch in half
Cuz I could never give a bitch half

[Verse:]
Gucci Mane not Tiger Woods, I can't even play
I can't give her money, half for me, half for half away
Roll my dick, I don't have shit, had to hit a lick
Broke as shit, couldn't pay the rent, ain't that bout a bitch?
Man and Gucci don't got half what Michael got but got a lot
I don't cross over, I cross the country, fuck a jump shot
Don't pun Mr. Backboy, this move is a stack boy
These niggas have but a airport, have blue timber fuck a extra
A woman get you half, you ain't water whippin, bitch you dustin
I will not give you half
You didn't put that hater on a scrunch
Man don't pay no midget, Gucci he gon break out and arrest
You trashcan bitches, man don't need to make me laugh laugh
Fat ass and look fresh, go get that paper bag
I'm a playa hater, punching bag, he know I got a sack
In my building shoot the say designer, Gucci gotta swag
Gucci get what's getting just he walkin with a bag
I like all money green but I don't like my hoes to mix
I like all money green but I don't like my hoes to mix
I sound my check and plug myself, I don't even gotta scratch
I sound my check and plug myself, I don't even gotta scratch
Half

[Hook x2:]
But these hoes want half
(can't get it)
How the hell you get a bitch half?
I would've cut that bitch in half
Cuz I could never give a bitch half

 

[fox69]

"Hasta La Vista"

"Hasta La Vista"


Oooh..

[Chorus 2x:]
I pull up in my new car, fly by ya screamin' hasta la vista
Bon voyage, all you pussies, see you later haters
Sayonara til tomorrow peep some gucci flavor

Juss like ten pounds of bubble kush I got green to burn
I'm like a lil boy last in line, I cant wait my turn
I'm so fuckin' iced up like Flock I give 'em hell
Your whole label started rappin' since I came from jail
We juss Soprana grand piano keys cuz I'm the boss
Marciano Rocky flow, I never lost
I got styles that stretch for miles, my repertoire
I cant picture, read words so vivid, cuz I cant draw
Juss like a choppa over the precient, I'm above the law
And every whip come's with a chauffeur I don't drive the car
Yeah I'm the hottest, yeah buy the lots
Signed on the dot, and you got it
Bricksquad the party, my rhyme's mallati

[Chorus til fade]

 

[fox69]

"Haterade"
(feat. Nicki Minaj, Pharrell)

"Haterade"
(feat. Nicki Minaj, Pharrell)



[Chorus: Pharrell]
We've evolved from small to the tall and shall not stall, been flyin too long
Ooo whoa oh! Ooo whoa oh!
Ooo whoa oh! Ooo whoa oh, girl...
I be sippin on haterade (yup!)
That deep-down, getcha paid (yup!)
And it taste like lemonade (yup!)
Scrunch your face when you sing it babe (yup!)
I be sippin on haterade (yup!)
That deep-down, getcha paid (yup!)
That flavor's lemonade (yup!)
Scrunch your face when you sing it babe, y'knalmtalkinbout?

[Gucci Mane]
I'm not listenin, I'm not interested
My attention only focused on what I get
And I'm glistenin, they call me Mr. Check
White ice lemonade, red ice she thick
Got a general Phantom, bitch I'm icy and peachy
So I treat it real good like hoes is squeezed
My life, I ain't ever seen a car like that
And she prolly won't see the next shit I get
And a seventeen fresh, and I say, "I guess"
Successful, healthy, I live no stress
So today is the day that the big boys shine
Drop tops everywhere, I wouldn't know how to rock
Got the titties of today showin off tan lines
Cash bendin in my pockets, no it's not, draw lines
Me and Skateboard P in the club on time
No not on time, but it's just in time
It's Gucci!

[Chorus]

[Nicki Minaj]
[Sighs] Uhh, yo, aiyyo
This one goes out to all of my critics
Don't you feel stupid? Look how I did it
Look how it came to pass when I said it
We can do debit, I don't need no credit
Yes I'm epic, look how I rep it
It's been eight years, but I broke the record
Yup, the record - yup, the record - yup, the record
(And just for the record)
Uhh, I'm all that I can be
And I'll admit, I'm appalled when you envy
Because you can do it too, and you can do it too
I just happen to be the girl that they do it too
So I'ma bounce back, and I'ma ball out
And every time you see me, I'ma go all out
And I'ma win till the endin
Don't be mad when you see me transcendin
Guc!

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
I ball hard, I should be in Sports Illustrated
Cooler as a muthafucka in a Porschelemonade coupe
And a Ferrari in your hood, you're intimidated
Mutilated, Maserati Lamborghini decapitated
Fed investigation on what I accumulated
Sayin he ain't real, that I'm not the man that I say I am, like I give a damnmuch
Ride around town pickin up stacks
Some like Louis, some like Gucci
But I love money, yeah I love solution
And my teenage karat ring, baby girl choose
And I ain't really hard to please baby come choose (come choose [echoes])
Lounge around, around the town with the top chopped off
You can call it lost and found 'cause my top stay down
And I ain't seen a muthafucka since I bought this car
I ain't seen a muthafucka since I bought the car
It's Gucci!

[Chorus]

[Pharrell] Gon' lift ya glass, gon' liftya glass
[Gucci] Just think about the future and forget the past
[Pharrell] Everybody just lift ya glass, gon' lift ya glass
[Gucci] If a nigga keep hatin, tell him kiss ya ass
[Pharrell] Just lift ya glass, gon' lift ya glass
[Gucci] Let's think about the future and forget the past
[Pharrell] Everybody just lift ya glass, gon' lift ya glass
[Gucci] That nigga think they goin hard, don't make me laugh - it's Gucci

 

[fox69]

"Head Shots"
(feat. Rick Ross)

"Head Shots"
(feat. Rick Ross)



[Gucci Mane: Verse 1]
I got a Robin jean saggin', and I ain't even braggin'
I gave the bitch five hundred, fuck it I ain't even cryin'
Now I'm gettin' older rocking Gucci, Louis 'lo
I still remember the first day that I ain't had to serve swoll
Without sand to the beach, I brought toast to the source
I did ya girlfriend a autograph, Gucci Mane pose
It ain't no muthafuckin' secret, hell yeah I got shooted
I'm the plug to the plug, I'ma goddamn boost
You ain't no muthafuckin' gangsta, you's a goddamn moofer
And you gettin' in the way cause your homegirl choosin'
I'm on my birthday Gucci want a brand new uzi
I'm my worst day I'm worth ten mill no jewlery

[Hook]
Killa's waitin' in the bushes just to tie ya ass up
Gave my young nigga a gun and told 'em to fire yo ass up
Seems like everywhere you go somebody try ya ass up
I got real money nigga, I can buy my own luck

Headshots [2x]
All my young niggas aiming headshots
Headshots [2x]
Put a dub on yo head
Headshots [2x]

[Rick Ross Verse:]
Yo son call you a dead beat
Stepped on my feet, nigga you dead meat
I'm grinding up this ground beef
I think they just wanna surround me
Self made with a brick too
Nigga shoes dirty but the stick new
Hittin' 12th grade with a big crew
Now I'm well paid I can flip you
Holding on my dick, Michael Corleone bitch
Headshot like Fredo, fuck nigga don't flintch
The empire back, the empire back
I got some whip out in foltin, my brick just keep boucin' back

[Hook]
Killa's waitin' in the bushes just to tie ya ass up
Gave my young nigga a gun and told 'em to fire yo ass up
Seems like everywhere you go somebody try ya ass up
I got real money nigga, I can buy my own luck

Headshots [2x]
All my young niggas aiming headshots
Headshots [2x]
Put a dub on yo head
Headshots [2x]

[Gucci Mane: Verse 2]
Nigga's got killed at my show last weekend
But how am I to blame when they were already beefin'
When they first started shootin' man, we were just leavin'
Try bricksquad and we wont let you get up that easy
Gucci Mane the C.E.O, I feel like eazy
The rap game love me but the dope game need me
Baby said she never seen a nigga so freezin'
These Vivi S diamond's make me feel like major
I had a pistol in the club first day I met Weezy
AR in the car the first day I met Jeezy
When I first started dissin nigga said it just teasin'
Glock 40 on my hip it was just me and mac breezy

[Hook]
Killa's waitin' in the bushes just to tie ya ass up
Gave my young nigga a gun and told 'em to fire yo ass up
Seems like everywhere you go somebody try ya ass up
I got real money nigga, I can buy my own luck

Headshots [2x]
All my young niggas aiming headshots
Headshots [2x]
Put a dub on yo head
Headshots [2x]

 

[fox69]

"Heart Attack"
(feat. Young Thug)

"Heart Attack"
(feat. Young Thug)



[Hook: Young Thug]
Heart attack, baby when you roll
You gone give me a heart attack
Don't slow it up baby roll it I want a heart attack
Gotta act just like you know you giving me a heart attack
I ain't never ever poppin back
I just want me a heart attack
Heart attack, heart attack, heart attack, heart attack
Heart attack, heart attack, heart attack
Picture me not doing well from a heart attack, from a heart attack

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Gotta have my Tinder on her
She don't want nun but that designer on her
I don't remember how many times I bone her
And she the bomb like Lotus Flower water
I ain't snitchin' but I told her I really wanna change into a pimp
Turn your little ass at Giuseppe store
All your jewelry on the wrist belt
5 pair of J pair of leather leather
Catch a dime by the strip club
And make you shake your little bitty tail feathers
Told her "baby girl, knock out, knock out" just like Mayweather
Only told you my two thighs on the other side of my fuckin' bed
She got a good job and her head perfect that's super head
She get inside the road then bust it open that Sufared
When we first started I'm like Superman now I'm super dead

[Hook: Young Thug]

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Lamborghini with the doors up
Pull up and she chose up
Froze up so she chose us
Better ask these hoes, they know us
She watching me like a movie
Gucci Mane got his numbers up
Tell her, baby girl come over here, drop this ass right in front of us
Yea, she chose up, yea that bitch chose us
That bitch she chose up, the yellow bitch chose up
I got a dark skin friend and she fine as fuck
But when I hit the club she make them hoes choose up
Yea, they choose up
Jimmy Choo shoes up
Jimmy Choo glasses? That's just the shit my boo wear
I'm so inconsiderate, I'm not even caring
I got them big old diamond chains and thinking about marriage

[Hook: Young Thug]

 

[fox69]

"Heavy"

"Heavy"



Gucci, gucci
Whats up corey
Back in the trap!
Heavy, real heavy, its so heavy, heavy, real heavy
Gucci, gucci, gucci, gucci,

Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy,
Somebody help me,
My neck hurt, my chain heavy,
Heavy, door heavy, flow heavy,
Gucci bag full of cash, its so heavy,
Listen, I cant land it, I go get it,
My ego gettin too big, its too heavy,
My head gettin too big, its so heavy,
Somebody help me, took all this cash its too heavy.

My bitch say everytime she look up im bout to do a cook up ,
I told he if she know like I know she will shut the fuck up,
Introduce color the soda and I said yall need to hook up,
I pimp that white girl like a mother fuckin hooker,
I took 300 out my stash and I went and bought a phantom,
I need some toilet paper, im the shit in east atlanta,
On a 90 day tour so my niggas really miss me,
I couldnt kick it with them so I took my whole hood with me,
And I just got out of jail, ya they tried to michael vick me,
I gave my lawyer half a mill and told him come and get me,
Im not wit g-unit but this drum here cost me 50,
This chain another 50 thats a hundred on you snitches

Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy,
Somebody help me,
My neck hurt, my chain heavy,
Heavy, door heavy, flow heavy,
Gucci bag full of cash, its so heavy,
Listen, I cant land it, I go get it,
My ego gettin too big, its too heavy,
My head gettin too big, its so heavy,
Somebody help me, took all this cash its too heavy.

Im so confused, dont have a clue, man, what to do.
Should I rob him, or should I serve him, you know the rules,
I keep miami heat, got more scrap then a gun show,
Run up on the kid, I have you moarning like alonzo,
Try me if you want to, I send my shooters pronto,
I know u die, but hell I dont know where you gotta go,
Run up on me wrong, try your luck, cause I dont think so,
This four four that I told will leave a whole size of a pot hole.
Yeah I got amigo, but they dont bring me tacco,
Only bring me kilos, but keep that on the d lo.
Im getting my tip fade cut, bouldercrest, and flat show,
Wish a nigga would run up on me like im brisco.

Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy,
Somebody help me,
My neck hurt, my chain heavy,
Heavy, door heavy, flow heavy,
Gucci bag full of cash, its so heavy,
Listen, I cant land it, I go get it,
My ego gettin too big, its too heavy,
My head gettin too big, its so heavy,
Somebody help me, took all this cash its too heavy.

Uh well I think I need a hundred pack, and I aint even finished,
Im im in this deuplex in the 6, I only use the kitchen,
Im the same with my grinder post, yeah I got big bags of smoke,
You fuck niggas dont call my phone unless you wanna buy some dro,
I got birds like atlanta zoo, bitch you a fool,
I got goons like a scary movie, yeah that is true,
And I change cars like a rich white girl change shoes,
Gotta go, go get get them the money, little cuz wanna duce,
And I was holdin under 32, 2002 you know its true,
Bought em a sun valley jacob, me and juice, you know the crue.
I got money stacks credential, now still aint spent old bred,
If you wanna gladly pour some change on your own head.

Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy,
Somebody help me,
My neck hurt, my chain heavy,
Heavy, door heavy, flow heavy,
Gucci bag full of cash, its so heavy,
Listen, I cant land it, I go get it,
My ego gettin too big, its too heavy,
My head gettin too big, its so heavy,
Somebody help me, took all this cash its too heavy.

Heavy!

 

[fox69]

"Hell U Talking Bout"
(feat. Young Thug, Peewee Longway & Takeoff)

"Hell U Talking Bout"
(feat. Young Thug, Peewee Longway & Takeoff)



[Hook: Young Thug]
I ain't playing no way, I got bands (hell you talking about)
No [?] I'm the man (hell you talking about)
Them bricks right here wrapped in saran (hell you talking about)
Hundred bands my motherfucking pants (hell you talking about)
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
You ain't talking about nothing, got a whole lot of birds
He ain't got that thing, he a mahfucking nerd
He a mahfucking [?] I'm mahfucking turned
I'm a cash out on your bitch and she'll mahfucking slurp
Put my dick inside your drawers I'm all on
I'm a kush rushing working dog
Let my [?] tear down her wall
I'm a goddamn motherfucking boss
I got goddamn motherfucking sauce
She ain't not goddamn motherfucking shark
But she got goddamn motherfucking jaws
Alphabetical order, I got hoes in alphabetical order
I ain't scream but I got to slaughter her
And if the bitch bad I might daughter her, you dig

[Hook]

[Verse 2: PeeWee Longway]
OG gas bag I'm loaded down in cash
TIP trying to whip some forgis got them showing my ass
Got two hard on my dash I smash
Baby say she want cash for this
You ain't talking about nothing baby Longway'll pass
I'm the man in my town [?] like Bobby Brown
I'm Molly Santana Brown [?] in my rollie
Like Patrick Swayze there's a round
Tip toes I'll stay down
I ain't fucking around with your ass
Two guns I'm doubled down put the F&N on your ass
If you still talking about friendship I ain't fucking around
All that [?] you a rooster now they ain't around
No I don't want to hit that I smoking out the pound
Nah girl I don't want to hit that you a nat-nat now

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Talking about pounds and bricks, I speed off with [?]
Talking about cooking and wrapping and flipping them chickens my nigga you trippin'
Nigga we all know you snitching
Thinking you gon' catch me slipping
I post on the block I'm selling the rock
I see the feds I'm jumping the fences
Back to the trap thinking like damn what the fuck these niggas plotting
I feel the trap spot is hot I look out the window I knew these niggas plotting
Helicopter's on top, SWATs around my house
No [?] but it's going done, can't flush it too many pounds

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Hell Yeah"
(feat. Slim Dunkin)

"Hell Yeah"
(feat. Slim Dunkin)



[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
A hundred bales of that mid shit; hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich; hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit; hell yeah
This that President Bush shit; hell yeah

[Gucci Mane]
This that arm on my kush shit
My girlfriend think she President Bush bitch; hell yeah
And I'm gone off that lean shit
My brother Duke keep on sendin me that green shit; fuck jail!
Gucci time, and I'm hood rich
I'm in that Zone 6, I throw it like the first pitch
My yellow 'Rari in the front and I parked it
A black chick in some heels match the carpet
I'm pullin up to the club like I own it
Ain't with that bullshit, Gucci don't condone it
My tolerance get low with the flexin
I woke up, bought my main chick a Lexus

[Chorus]

[Slim Dunkin]
I be the Brick Squad young'un, leave you stankin like a Funion
All these other rap niggaz toed like a bunion
I'm B.S. and you BS, but I'm Brick Squad and you bullshit
Pistol like my chaperone, we goin on a school trip
Places that you never seen, blowin on that stupid green
Rollin on the stupid beam, hit the scene in limousine
Codeine, promethazine, diamonds in my pinky ring
Nigga what da fuck you mean? Brick Squad, dream team
I got (Money to Blow), naw I ain't Drizzy
Money make the world go 'round, that's why I'm dizzy
Standin behind Guc' and Flock, they like who is he?
Slim Dunkin in this muh'fucker; cut the chizzy

[Gucci Mane]
It's Big Gucci, excuse me while I ball
Until my release my nigga no lights out
Lights out, creep on in silence
Why do, I, pull more violence
We non-violent, while my tattoos smilin
To remind me, of the time they robbed me
With no problems, now my problems solved
And it's revolvin around all these guns yeah
And my condo, stretch from here to Compton
to Bouldercrest, Roberta who the same function{?}
That's somethin, to those who have nothin
No bluffin, Brick Squad no cuffin
It's Gucci!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh

 

[fox69]

"Hell Yes"

"Hell Yes"


[Verse 1:]
Getting head from a smart bitch
I'm pulling up in some dark shit
And I might just have a change of heart
Better play your part, bitch
Tryna get too smart, bitch
I might just have a change of heart
Got a six-car garage, bitch
But I don't need you to drive shit
'Cause I done had a change of heart
Woke up in a mansion – grew up in apartments
And I'm the nigga that broke her heart
Got a car don't need no keys, baby
Automatic starter, my finger, baby
Pourin' up, thinkin', start fightin' like Springer
'Cause Gucci Mane ain't no average
Got a girl, don't need no weed, baby
You my dope, I'm your fiend, baby
Like Billy Dee, get in my ride
And girl, get out my dreams, baby
Work on your footwork like Hakeem, baby
All this green between me and you, lady
Put half on a baby with my homeboy
'Cause every time I ain't tryna have no baby
Smoking on kush got my eyes real lazy
You can ride me, baby, then drive me crazy
Rolling up half a pound, no shirt 'cause girls around
All this money on me, girl, I'll treat you special
Let me be the manager, girl, I can help you
Let me be the treasurer, get you a bezel
And you can be my trafficker, see you whenever, baby

[Hook:]
Like Pun and Joe, I don't wanna be a player no more
Zone 6, I can't be your mayor no more
Took all my jewelry, all my money, threw it out the door
Brick Squad goin' broke? That's a "hell no"
Am I fresh? Yes, yes
And my bitch dressed, yes, yes
Dress so fresh I impress myself
And I'm smoking on a pound of the realest
Yes or no, am I over dressed?
Asked for a pick-up, said "hell yes"
Asked for the dick I said "hell yes"
"Do you wanna fuck me?"
She said "hell yes"

[Verse 2:]
Baby, I'm a go out my way just to please you
Please don't leave me now, girl, 'cause I need you
I'll cut these hoes off right now, I really need to
And I don't even know why, girl, but I believe in you
You've been stuck on my line since you laid eyes on me
And I don't like your hatin'-ass friend because she lied
And I just touched down, I made my girl so proud
I know her inside out, I know her upside down
And plus that girl stay down through all my ups and downs
Even the thought of losing her...
Some niggas might say no to drugs
All my crew say "hell yeah"
We don't go get one pill, we got get twelve pills
All my niggas got brick fair, all my niggas got brick fair
At the faculty game, and your bitch there
I was worth ten mill' when Vic was here
And the same 'hood you can't come to
That's the one, my mama pay rent there
Spin the globe, every point I've been there
I went platinum in Australia

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"High Power Cowards"

"High Power Cowards"


[Intro:]
It's Guwop
C-Note
Rubber band nigga
Trap god

[Hook:]
These niggas is some high power cowards
Some real high power cowards
These pussies is some high power cowards
Some real high power cowards
Man you's a high power coward
A real high power coward
Man you's a high power coward
A real high power coward
All my strong kush and powder,
Clean powder, clean powder
Power, high power, it's high power
Strong, real cash, it's high power
Cash, it's super strong, it's high power
High power, high power, high power
High power, high power, high power
Smoking bands, it's high power
Man you's a high power coward

[Verse:]
I'm drinkin soda pop with purple whippin coke and bakin soda
I'm ridin in a old school with a loud motor
My lease in range look like a sunny water
I gave my bitch a walking paper, you came out with her
I smoke America marijuana and I fish for squared roofer
I hook a nigga plug then I take the street corner
They call me Gucci Mane, I'm a murderer boo
I'm weighin off the broikins, I'm a burglarer too
I guess this freak is a squirter cuz it's taking water
I'd rather take yo shit than walk with you than work MacDonald's
I'm smoking Oreol cookie and beat em up on er
I got my own private harvest, this a kush garden
Guwop!

[Hook:]
These niggas is some high power cowards
Some real high power cowards
These pussies is some high power cowards
Some real high power cowards
Man you's a high power coward
A real high power coward
Man you's a high power coward
A real high power coward
All my strong kush and powder,
Clean powder, clean powder
Power, high power, it's high power
Strong, real cash, it's high power
Cash, it's super strong, it's high power
High power, high power, high power
High power, high power, high power
Smoking bands, it's high power
Man you's a high power coward

[Verse:]
I'm good for that cookin dope but I'm not finna sniff it
I whip it, flip it and shift it and charge extra for shifting
Gucci got a bitch, he'll but bricks in a building
Pussy wax Brazilian, I rush that girl back to Sicily
Tell me how the mop did you datin a mooly
This mouliani here, he got drug money boomin
If you fakin it the real gon recognize that, that's eminent
Big Guwop man a palm, say my bitch got unlimited
You's a rental bitch, rental car, rental dick
Want a nigga but can't keep a nigga cuz you fool of it
I'm the type of nigga buy a cheater to mess my cheater print
When it come that coffee because Gucci bout to kill some shit

[Hook:]
These niggas is some high power cowards
Some real high power cowards
These pussies is some high power cowards
Some real high power cowards
Man you's a high power coward
A real high power coward
Man you's a high power coward
A real high power coward
All my strong kush and powder,
Clean powder, clean powder
Power, high power, it's high power
Strong, real cash, it's high power
Cash, it's super strong, it's high power
High power coward