Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"My Year"

"My Year"


[Intro]
It's my year, it's my year
And look at my chain, my watch and my ear
It's my year, it's my year
My engine in the rear, because it's my year
It's my year, it's my year
Just look at my chain, my watch and my ear
And look at my gear, and look at my gear
My engine in the rear, because it's my year

[Chorus]
It's my year, it's my year
And look at my chain, my watch and my ear
It's my year, it's my year
My engine in the rear, because it's my year
It's my year, it's my year
I do it on the strength, how I be the pimp
It's my year, it's my year
My engine in the rear, Drumma Boy
It's my year

It's me, not you
I don't want you no mo'
I swear, I don't care
I'm turnt up, I'm burnt up
And turned out, and you're not
And I am, the Gucci Mane
Don't get it be like dammmmn, stop
They know who I ammmm, hot
I'm icy as a fool
I knowwww, I knowwww, very well, very well
I made, this well, uh-huh
And I know A-T-L, very well
I make mail, fuck 12
Go to Hell, A-T-L
I know them well

[Chorus]

Play-errrrr
Bottle drunk I don't sailor
And I'm, tailored
But I keep tippin waiters
Youse a, hater
And you should get some paper
I got, flavor
Big house no neighbors
I'm so, papered
I drop wax on scraper
I'm a, baker
And I'm bakin up cake-r
I'm a, player
Bottle drunk I don't sailor
And I stay, tailored
And I keep tippin waiters

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Nasty"

"Nasty"


[Verse 1:]
I got your bitch doin' lines that's geometry
Yeah I'm trickin' off I call it trickenometry
Got on versace yeah you know that giovanni shit
I don't bring all my money out I just bring some of it
I got my top cut off on that summer shit
I'm sittin' courtside this is where big money sit
Married a skinny bitch but trickin' with a thick bitch
She got some big hips I call that boy a hypocrite
She got some big lips well good I got a big dick
Drink a pint like vitamin water but bitch this is not 50 cent
I got a million dollar call I call that politics
Got no debriefin' my name ranked through all the colleges
Two shows one day LA Seattle were Geography
She suckin' dick on my iphone 6 that's pornography
I'm antisocial made an F in sociology
Excuse my modesty but girl suck my biology
('s GUCCI!)

[Hook:]
Damn I like that tattoo on your ass girl you nasty
Need to smash I can't bring you 'round my friends you too nasty
A flirt, she'll spit, she can squirt, cause she nasty
She dat action she keep you comin' back cause she nasty
Fuck her pussy fuck her mouth fuck her ass cause she nasty
Whatchu want you don't even have to ask cause she nasty
Smash smash smash smash smash she [?]
She nasty, she nasty, she nasty, she nasty

[Verse 2:]
And my bad cause I'm physically attracted to nasty
She a nat, not a natural she nasty but trashy
Her ass is impossible
Head is unstoppable
Four bitches it's an orgy I done turned to a photographer
Videographer, choreographer
The only problem is that it's only five of us
If you bring 8 bad bitches back like you was me that's 9 of us
Yo baby moms a freak she suck the squad yeah it's a lot of us
So much molly she can geek up like she want, she get nasty
It's funny how the money make her suck it with a passion
If I tell you lick your bestfriend ass is it nasty?
I'm just sayin' I'm just askin' she laughin' that's nasty

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Neva Had Shit"

"Neva Had Shit"


[Intro]
Yup! Yup!
Gucci Mane in this motherfucker (Gucci Gucci)
My nigga Zo' on the track (my nigga Zo')
That real shit, that real shit

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't shit; niggaz talkin 'bout me
but they really ain't shit, they ain't said shit
It don't make dollars, it don't make cents/sense

I ain't never had shit nigga that's the truth
Rich kids in the school used to draw on my shoes
Name stayed on the board, fo' checks in chalk
In detention cause the teacher say that we can't talk
Counselor raggin and my momma got that I just walk
I wish I had a nickel for every fight I fought
Stealin candy out the sto' like I can't get caught
Just a lil' bad black boy, it ain't my fault
After school snack syrup and fo' pieces of bread
Granddaddy why yo' eyes so God damn red?
"Got a real soft ass and a hard-ass head
Better mind your fuckin manners boy," that's what he said

[Chorus]

I moved to East Atlanta at the age of 9
Real cold winter, 1989
My brother good at ball, I can't play no sports
They won't let you pack a tool on the b-ball court
Cluster Ave, Monty Paul, where my daddy now?
Things goin alright, we a family now
Got the dopeman Nikes and the Starter coat
Only nigga in school with the dopeman rope
Pull the joint two times, man I'm high already
I like that girl with them braids and them high-top Chevys
Got that bump for stick-up, Starter and the big boy chest
Tried to take it on the train but I just couldn't let him

[Chorus]

14 gettin drunk at a house party
They locked me up, they must have hid a half a ounce on me
Momma mad as a mother', daddy let him be
Gucci Mane, raised me to be a straight up G
Now my daddy hustle hard, but he love sum liquor
And my momma wanna leave him but she love the nigga
Everything kinda changed when I turned 16
Got the old school Regal with the chrome back rings
Like a newborn baby, man that bitch clean
But the motor fucked up and the transmission
and it's knockin down the street with the 415's
In Mackmile parkin lot, stright whipping
And I'm Bankhead bouncin, fo' hoes want me
Hit the half and give me two dimes for 15
And my mind's on gettin reach by all means
In the trap, cause this rap shit was just my dream

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Never Had Shit"

"Never Had Shit"


[Intro:]
Yup! Yup!
Gucci Mane in this motherfucker (Gucci Gucci)
My nigga Zo' on the track (my nigga Zo')
That real shit, that real shit

[Chorus: x2]
I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't shit; niggaz talkin 'bout me
But they really ain't shit, they ain't said shit
It don't make dollars, it don't make cents/sense

[Gucci Mane:]
I ain't never had shit nigga that's the truth
Rich kids in the school used to draw on my shoes
Name stayed on the board, fo' checks in chalk
In detention cause the teacher say that we can't talk
Counselor raggin and my momma got that I just walk
I wish I had a nickel for every fight I fought
Stealin candy out the sto' like I can't get caught
Just a lil' bad black boy, it ain't my fault
After school snack syrup and fo' pieces of bread
Granddaddy why yo' eyes so God damn red?
"Got a real soft ass and a hard-ass head
Better mind your fuckin manners boy, " that's what he said

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane:]
I moved to East Atlanta at the age of 9
Real cold winter, 1989
My brother good at ball, I can't play no sports
They won't let you pack a tool on the b-ball court
Cluster Ave, Monty Paul, where my daddy now?
Things goin alright, we a family now
Got the dopeman Nikes and the Starter coat
Only nigga in school with the dopeman rope
Pull the joint two times, man I'm high already
I like that girl with them braids and them high-top Chevys
Got that bump for stick-up, Starter and the big boy chest
Tried to take it on the train but I just couldn't let him

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane:]
14 gettin drunk at a house party
They locked me up, they must have hid a half a ounce on me
Momma mad as a mother', daddy let him be
Gucci Mane, raised me to be a straight up G
Now my daddy hustle hard, but he love sum liquor
And my momma wanna leave him but she love the nigga
Everything kinda changed when I turned 16
Got the old school Regal with the chrome back rings
Like a newborn baby, man that bitch clean
But the motor fucked up and the transmission
And it's knockin down the street with the 415's
In Mackmile parkin lot, stright whipping
And I'm Bankhead bouncin, fo' hoes want me
Hit the half and give me two dimes for 15
And my mind's on gettin reach by all means
In the trap, cause this rap shit was just my dream

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Never See"
(feat. Verse Simmonds)

"Never See"
(feat. Verse Simmonds)



[Intro:]
Yea
If Trap Music ain't motherfuckin hip-hop
I can't tell my nigga
Cause y'all doin' what we does
It's Gucci, Shawty Red nigga
Let's go

[Hook:]
A bitch I can't catch is something I've never seen (I've never seen)
A bitch I can't catch I will never see (I'll never see)
She come around me, she won't wanna leave (won't wanna leave)
Her game so good, have her onto me
You niggas spilled the drops but drops I never see
My flow so clean, make your nose bleed
The feel so strong, make you breach a tear
The smoke so strong, higher down the tree

[Verse 1:]
Sad sad story, take a look at my journey
And the rap was full of niggas, tryina give em some money
We nigs, fix pain, bills, pills and diamonds
RIP my uncle Sunny and my homeboy Lenny
I trick so many people, should go church on Sunday
But I would be a hypocrite because the work on Monday
I grew up so fucked up, that's I'm all so cuddy
And I can honestly tell you niggas that I'm so dishonest
Let's give a shout out to the ducks, in the world are plenty
You think Gucci give a fuck, you got one thing coming
If you's a buster, me and you have nothing in common
Trap house, stash house, all our world bout money
It's Gucci

[Hook:]
A bitch I can't catch is something I've never seen (I've never seen)
A bitch I can't catch I will never see (I'll never see)
She come around me, she won't wanna leave (won't wanna leave)
Her game so good, have her onto me
You niggas spilled the drops but drops I never see
My flow so clean, make your nose bleed
The feel so strong, make you breach a tear
The smoke so strong, higher down the tree

[Verse 2:]
Futuristic wrist watch if you rollie tic toc
Then it's not a rollie hoe you roll it to the toop top
Six shot, big shot, top down but tits out
Rolls Royce, drop top, call Alfred Hitchcock
Miss Biggie, I miss Pac
She walked out, she bitched out
She suck the dick non-stop
I think I hit the jackpot
She act out, she ashed out
We ranned out, you're handout
Rappers say they stand out
But yet they got they hand out
You trap niggas gonna hip-hop
Then Gucci Mane ain't hip-hop
Humble county grow houses then we have a great crop
Hard in the paint trap but nigga I can play out
They showed to me 300 bucks, I served his ass a shaved ounce

[Hook:]
A bitch I can't catch is something I've never seen (I've never seen)
A bitch I can't catch I will never see (I'll never see)
She come around me, she won't wanna leave (won't wanna leave)
Her game so good, have her onto me
You niggas spilled the drops but drops I never see
My flow so clean, make your nose bleed
The feel so strong, make you breach a tear
The smoke so strong, higher down the tree

 

[fox69]

"New Gun"
(feat. Young Dolph & Lil Reese)

"New Gun"
(feat. Young Dolph & Lil Reese)



[Gucci Mane:]
Niggas ain't gon' do nothin'
Screamin they gon' do somethin'
Gucci Mane do somethin', I'm gon' make your crew run
I still got my old gun, I just bought a new one
I just want to use it, I'll show you how to use one
[x2]

[Young Dolph:]
Just bought 3 new choppas but I still love my old one
Got a bust down day day and a solid gold one
Beat em like ya stole something, since 16 I been road runnin'
Pull up at yo spot, 6 deep ran in and let the motor run
Lets grow a hunnid pack and wrap em one by one just like a mummy
I love my bitch but I don't love nothing the way I love my money
Ten thousand rounds of ammo at the spot, man I wish they would
The freaks come out at night and the killas in my neck of the woods
Let my boy murk em and give em a apartment in baton rouge
We could play it however you want to play it, niggas ain't nothing to it
Niggas ain't gon' do nothing, discriminate gon' do somethin'
I got all my jewelry on, nigga that bout 2 somethin'

[Gucci Mane:]
Niggas ain't gon' do nothin'
Screamin' they gon' do somethin'
Gucci Mane do somethin', I'm gon' make your crew run
I still got my old gun, I just bought a new one
I just want to use it, I'll show ya how to use one
[x2]

[Lil Reese:]
I just wanna use it, I'll show ya how to use one
I still got my old gun, but I love my new gun
Niggas ain't gon' do nothin', states right he gon' turn up
Then nigga whats the hold up, .45 slow up
Niggas wanna act tough but niggas better not act up
They gon' need some back up, paramedics and firetrucks
All for just acting tough, he stressed out, help him up
And if my brother down and I got it I'ma help him up
I know niggas ain't gon' do nothin'
Niggas ain't gon' shoot nothin'
You the same nigga that got robbed, and that nigga ain't do nothin'
Same nigga with no heart, that nigga won't shoot nothin'
Same nigga he so fraud, that nigga ain't shoot nothin'

[Gucci Mane:]
Niggas ain't gon' do nothin'
Screamin' they gon' do somethin'
Gucci Mane do somethin', I'm gon' make your crew run
I still got my old gun, I just bought a new one
I just want to use it, I'll show ya how to use one
[x2]

 

[fox69]

"Nights Like This"
(feat. Waka Flocka)

"Nights Like This"
(feat. Waka Flocka)



Night like this, on a night like this
On a night like this? On a night like this
On a night like this? On a night like this
On a night like this? On a night like this

I did that on a night like this, good car jack on a night like this
I don't wanna dab and I don't wanna scrap
You might get whacked on a night like this
On a night like this? Yeah, my nigga, on a night like this
On a night like this?
On a night like this a nigga might get killed
Wipe that nigga, get his head the whole clip
Might send a bitch to attract that nigga, please that nigga, describe that nigga
Run off on the third, get killed on the fifth
Hit him in the head with a damn four fifth
Met hit at the club, he was smoking that piff
Shot him in the head, he didn't leave no tip
Got him laying in the car, can't take no sip
Can't lean, can't walk, can't talk, can't limb
One of them nights he don't get right, done fixed your fresh then your ass get killed
That's what you get tryna act all stiff
Coming up the hill too swift, I whip one
Blood out the crib, give a damn I hit one
If you don't have a gun then you better go get one
One of them nights when I don't wanna fight
Put your hands on me or I'm ending your life
Sit to my left 'cause you know that ain't right
Call me Tyron 'cause you know that ain't right
All the type of nigga that get in a fight by the end of the night they'll read my rights
I got the right to shoot your ass on sight, I got the right to put an end to your life
If they rob you once, they'll rob you twice
You a pussy ass nigga, you ain't 'bout that life

On a night like this, on a night like this
On a night like this, man, a nigga get killed on a night like this
On a night like this, on a night like this
On a night like this, I kidnap your wife on a night like this
Cut jack man, nigga, on a night like this, on a night like this
My white man, nigga, on a night like this, on a night like this
With them goons, nigga, they be in your house on a night like this

On a night like this you can lose your life
On a night like this you can lose your life
Most my niggas walk around sand like glue
Bad boy nigga, leave 'em sick, bird flu
Sell 'em in the tooth, next flick buy it cool
You saying fuck me, pussy nigga, no, fuck you
I'm split selling nigga on the blocks with rocks
Rule number one: don't fuck with the cops
50 for a show, 80 000 for the ride
I'm a real game spitter, shouting slicker than a fox
With a phone call, boy, I can get you here
My [?] sell pussy like [?]
Send them killer at your ass, better hope they miss
You ain't 'bout that life, you just popping shit
I see through the mist all the snakes in the grass
Dropped out of school, still above my flex
Real right now, even realer in my past
You don't like what I become, shorty kiss my ass
I'm my own boss, that's why these niggas mad
Filling those, paid it all cash, that's why they mad

On a night like this, on a night like this
On a night like this, man, a nigga get killed on a night like this
On a night like this, on a night like this
On a night like this, I kidnap your wife on a night like this
Cut jack man, nigga, on a night like this, on a night like this
My white man, nigga, on a night like this, on a night like this
With them goons, nigga, they be in your house on a night like this

 

[fox69]

"No Love"
(feat. Yo Gotti)

"No Love"
(feat. Yo Gotti)



[Hook:]
Thirty inches on the truck, nigga, no rule
And I don't get this car, sucka, no look
Gon' drive it crunked up, nigga, straight mud
So your first impression is a nigga sell drugs
I got ball, playa money, y'all get keished up
And if you get money, nigga, we can link up
I might pull to the club in the grey shorts
I'm smokin' out the pound bag, nigga, straight bud

[Verse 1:]
These fuckin' shootaz strange, let 'em bitches hang
Jest this easter lana nigga, spend this easter lana kane
The girls sprain, I'm actin' when she see my chain bling
Fucked so many diamond necklaces her neck turn into ecstasy
Just came back from Texas, I just reel up with the Mexicans
When I phone the plug, I don't delete, I love these messages
Gucci Mane neglect the shit, I started all this flexin' shit
Bells of cushion, bells of perm to different adresseses
White shit that I'm sellin' will make you turn on yo relatives
Cop the plug, come shout with me, you know I got them melodies
Kush so strong, gotta smoke it in the rest room
Niggas say they got that gas, well, Gucci got that Jet fuel

[Hook:]
Thirty inches on the truck, nigga, no rule
And I don't get this car, sucka, no look
Gon' drive it crunked up, nigga, straight mud
So your first impression is a nigga sell drugs
I got ball, playa money, y'all get keished up
And if you get money, nigga, we can link up
I might pull to the club in the grey shorts
I'm smokin' out the pound bag, nigga, straight bud

[Verse 2:]
I put fours on the Coupe, they say it wouldn't fit
And I drop thirties on the trunk, they say the same shit
Told them thirty for a brick, they say I'm insane
But it's a try, they say Gucci say the same thing
All my rockets sache, chicks sendin' for a T-Shirt
I got thirty on my hippies, then they clip it how the heap work
Cold ass nigga, they should call a nigga AC
Got these niggas [?] I drop three 'em in my EP
Foes! And when they come to hold you, I got 'em
Keep them playn games with they chains, so I shot 'em
Got it, realest nigga in it, don't you doubt it
4 hunit for that Rarri, bitch I'm a jump up out I'm
Go, hiump!

[Hook:]
Thirty inches on the truck, nigga, no rule
And I don't get this car, sucka, no look
Gon' drive it crunked up, nigga, straight mud
So your first impression is a nigga sell drugs
I got ball, playa money, y'all get keished up
And if you get money, nigga, we can link up
I might pull to the club in the grey shorts
I'm smokin' out the pound bag, nigga, straight bud

 

[fox69]

"No More"
(feat. 2 Chainz)

"No More"
(feat. 2 Chainz)



[Hook:]
I don't want to go to Mexico no more more more
There's a big fat police man at my door door door
Grab me by the collar
Got me for my dollars
I don't want to go to mexico no more more more

No more more more

I don't wan- I dont wan- go no more more more
Got me for my dollars

Stuff 'em in the wallet
I don't wanna go to mexico no more more more

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
She don't wanna go to Mexico
But bitch you finna go though!
Taken doe does
Me and Mojo
Rockin purple label Polo!
Cookin dope in my pajamas
Premadana for a baby mama
Marijuana come from Tijuana
Trappin on the corner
Creppin on the counter
Run up on me yous a goner
I'm a loner
Turn them niggas to a fuck it you don't know them
All my migos drink coronas
And my goons, they like piranhas
Since you got some big cohonas
I'ma mail 'em to yo mama
[?] catchin planes in Oklahoma
If you had came her 2 days sooner
Then I could fulfill your order
She don't wan go back to Mexico
The feds are at the border
She's a snorter, Mr.porter
I got bricks taped to yo daughter! Gucci!!

[Hook:]
I don't want to go to Mexico no more more more
There's a big fat police man at my door door door
Grab me by the collar, (collar)
Got me for my dollars
I don't want to go to mexico no more more more (TELL 'EM!)

No more more more (TELL 'EM)

I don't wan- I dont wan- go no more more more
Got me for my dollars (dollars)

Stuff 'em in the wallet
I don't wanna go to mexico no more more more

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Told my migo, capasa
I will see you on minyata
When I met him, at the doca
He had work, I had choppas
I make bands with my patnas
To many old school, it's prada
And I keep on killin' pussy
So I ride around with doctors
And I can't do this no more! (no more!)
Going to the store (Uh)
I re-up and run out
Make a hunnid bands or more
I got vallyy on my toes, Vally on my toes
Stack my money up so high, I got them standing on their toes
Stackin money I fuck hoes
I don't wash clothes, I get new ones
Chains on, talkin' bout 2 of 'em, But today?
I'm wearin a few of 'em
Use to trappin at that texico
My plug, is from Mexico
My girl is professional
I love to trap
X and O's

[Hook]

I don't want to go to Mexico no more more more
There's a big fat police man at my door door door
Grab me by the collar
Got me for my dollars
I don't want to go to mexico no more more more

No more more more

I don't wan- I dont wan- go no more more more
Got me for my dollars

Stuff 'em in the wallet
I don't wanna go to mexico no more more more

 

[fox69]

"No No No"

"No No No"


[Verse 1]
Vacation for a week
We sexin on the beach
And I aint taking bout the drink
Open doors fo her when I take her out to eat
Um rollin up a suite while she massage a nigga feet
Lil shawty so fine
I gotta sippin wine
I tell her I dont cheat but she be knowing a nigga lyin
Her friends cant stand me
Dey dont understand me
While dey hoe hoppin I gotta shoppin in miami
Everythings g her fi bought a jeep
A bag a coupla grands and they compliments for me
See I can be the king and she can be my queen
And we can be a team
And fulfill each other dreams
I love the way she talk
Love the way she walk
Um always on her mind and she always on my thoughts
I got her at the house
We blowin on an ounce
Um cooking dinner for her tonight we aint going out

[Chorus]
I meet alot of hoes
Traveling on the road
Some I say yes but some I say no
I be like no no no you can go go go
Only fuck with bad bitches this is for my bad bitches
[2x]

[Verse 2]
No wonder bra
She got monster jar
Like a porn star nice ass
Nice job I wearing my star
So um bringing my entruenge
Put it in the air
If u down wit gucci gucci
Tell yo boy on to lil flap
Girl so fine just look at her and stare
Millions worth of ice on
No need to compare your jewler is a loser
I think I mite need a kooler
R change it with a ruler
Eat breakfast go to sizzly
Wake up eat lunch in itlay
Buy you all types of ice ornaments
The trap boys do that normally
Um like no no no if you aint a bad bitch you can go go go

[Chorus]
I meet alot of hoes
Traveling on the road
Some I say yes but some I say no
I be like no no no you can go go go
Only fuck with bad bitches this is for my bad bitches
[2x]

[Vesre 3]
It started up in france
But now we gotta plan
I call her on her celluar shes calling me her man
Lets go to japan
Maybe even france
Spend a hundred grand
Over seas we holding hands
Gucci louie parada
It doesnt even matter
I spoil her like my daughter
So she love me like her father
Cruising the atlantic
Isnt it romantic
Spaghetti strap dressshe aint wearing panies

Sex her on the couch
Freak her on the sink
I think tomorrow I mite go buy her a mink
[2X]

[Chorus]
I meet alot of hoes
Traveling on the road
Some I say yes but some I say no
I be like no no no you can go go go
Only fuck with bad bitches this is for my bad bitches
[2x]