Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Aw-Man"
(feat. .45)

"Aw-Man"
(feat. .45)



[Intro]
Yeah Money Makin' Records man
T know Laflare Entertainment
True what's happening?
Yeah, I call'em true cause they know they the truth dawg
That boy Gucci
Yeah, we make them hoes say

[Chorus: .45]
Yo trap don't boom like mine
Yo paper ain't longer than mine, than mine
Aw man [8X]
Yo bitch ain't finna than mine, than mine
Yo rims ain't talla than mine, than mine
Aw man [8X]

[Verse 1]
You never seen a thug like this aw man
I'm choppin down them bricks tryin to wipe Jackie Chan
My money come fast, my work come in grams
My soldiers keep straps like they work for Uncle Sam
My chain like ugh, my wrist like damn!
I show up at the jewler with a hundred thousand cash
Drop top Porsche, inside DAMN
Outside red lookin like a Coke can
I keep a pretty brown round and young yellow
I gotta butta pecan Rican and a French vanilla
My trap boom hard, my bitch real fine
Poppi on the way, we call it crunch time

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
I'ma lean with it, serve a fiend with it
On the block since the age of thirteen with it
In the kitchen water whippin, a thousand eight grams
I'm standin over the stove and I'm doin it with one hand
Aw man, fruit man, Toucan sam, two hundred and seven gram
Got yam, a long Lamb', I'm sellin that grown man
Aw man, I'm on that Kush tonight
And I ain't stoppin chopper hit'chu and your body start rockin
My chain got pneumonia, watch got the bird flu
Came to the club smellin like a pound of purple
Big Cat ruckus, nigga it's a movement
This aint hip-hop, this is drug dealer music

[Chorus]

[.45]
I trap hard nigga, stunt hard nigga
E'ry bitch in the club jock a young nigga
Fo'-five, Big Cat representa nigga
Them twenty-eights sittin high, I'm a giant nigga
Blowin kush muh'fucker, can you smell me nigga?
Ridin through the city flyin with the top back
Quarter ki' of the yam in the knapsack
Big Tank throwin pills to the quarterbacks
Me and Mailman (geah!) at'cha bitch house
Baby momma cookin work at the trap house
She servin coke like she work at the Waffle House
Fo'-five count stacks at the stash house

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Baby Daddy Broke"
(feat. Chief Keef)

"Baby Daddy Broke"
(feat. Chief Keef)



[Hook - Gucci Mane:]
If your boyfriend selling bricks then why that boy can't pay your rent?
He can't pay your rent, he can't pay your rent
And that boy ain't who he say he is that boy there full of shit
That boy full of shit, that boy full of shit
Now I'm not your boyfriend, lame as hell and ain't that bout a bitch?
Ain't that bout a bitch, ain't that bout a bitch?
If your boyfriend selling bricks then why that boy can't pay your rent?
I can pay your rent, he can't pay your rent
Girl your baby daddy broke
He can't even come close to me that boy there is a joke
He can't even smoke with me cause Guwop selling dope
He got nothing over me cause el chapo my folk, folk, ho

[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
Smoking on that dope
Let your bitch hit it she choke, gang
I up this 4-0 and bang
Leave a nigga fucking brains on the pavement
Pulled off, escaping
Nigga wanna race me
But I only race thots
I chase gwop, I don't chase thots
I'm running from the cops
I'm dodging holes pots
Don't buy holes, I buy whole lots
Don't like lil bets I win whole pots

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Chief Keef:]
Pussy gon crap out
Who that blowing, that's us
Me and the gang
Me and the gang in this thing
Cooling with Wop
Pull up on any nigga block and send a shot
We don't fear cops
Baby girl your boyfriend snitching on his boys

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Baby Wipes"
(feat. Waka Flocka Flame)

"Baby Wipes"
(feat. Waka Flocka Flame)



[Intro:]
You know? Back in '03-'04 we were shittin on niggas
Fast forward to 2012
And we still shittin on niggas
Shittin on all you hoes tonight, my bitch, she need some baby wipes
Shittin on all you hoes tonight, my bitch, she need some baby wipes
Some baby wipes
Shittin on all you producers, man said he need some baby wipes
It's Gucci
I need some baby wipes
Damn

[Verse 1:]
Versace bags and classy shoes and belts, that's what my lady like
Shittin on all these hoes out front, extra hop that Mercedes right
My bitch ball hard but you broke hoes ain't got nowhere to stay tonight
I'm windin the Lambo on ultra-sick, oh bitch that's 85
I'm cooking dope, I'm selling kush I feel like it's the 80's life
I told that yellow baldy chick to get here right to say it twice
I got them stupid benz I told the dealer man don't say no price
She married a freak they throwin rice I pay that man to throw the fight

[Hook:]
Versace bags and classy belts and shoes, that's what my lady like
Shittin on all you hoes tonight, I think she need some baby wipes
Stupid money, shorty ball so hard, I just might pay tonight
We breaking baby bottles in the club but we ain't' babies right
My girlfriend ball so hard, swear to God she need some baby wipes
They coming here to play no games with ya'll I came to ball tonight
Them brick squad niggas done for flexin hard I got on all my ice
I tip bad bitches in my section ya'll they need some baby wipes

[Verse 2:]
You the lean type, tryina find em
I'm in the phantom ghost, you and your baby momma hind it
Put them hands on the nigga behind a full time grinder, need a bad bitch
But it ass like a grip, overseas flights, yea pay for trips
Out in Vegas and I just roll trips, that's double every time I flip
Red bottles with the burkin bag
Fake titties with the fake old ass
Watch a squad nigga ball throw cash,
4-50 ain't Gucci just passed
Real niggas with this bad bitches like
Ace of Spade got me leanin to the right
Me and Gucci throw money all night
Met her in the club, fucked her in the same night
She be ballin don't do BBG Versace show her ass
In the club she got her own section body just to break
She'll be throwin on her cats, got that D girl swag
MCM upon her bag, fire nigga no jetlag

[Hook:]
Versace bags and classy belts and shoes, that's what my lady like
Shittin on all you hoes tonight, I think she need some baby wipes
Stupid money, shorty ball so hard, I just might pay tonight
We breaking baby bottles in the club but we ain't' babies right
My girlfriend ball so hard, swear to God she need some baby wipes
They coming here to play no games with ya'll I came to ball tonight
Them brick squad niggas done for flexin hard I got on all my ice
I tip bad bitches in my section ya'll they need some baby wipes

 

[fox69]

"Back In 95"

"Back In 95"



Ha ha ha
Trap service announcement
Real niggers is back
DJ Holiday
Holiday season!
Gucci
Trap back

When I first started back in 1995
I wasn't moving keys, I was buying 1.5
I started coming up
Junkies recognize my face
Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case
Holiday season

When I first started back in 1995
I wasn't moving keys, I was buying 1.5
I started coming up
Junkies recognize my face
Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case
Holiday season

When I first started back in 1995
I wasn't moving keys, I was buying 1.5
I started coming up
Junkies recognize my face
Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case
They used to run up on me, be like "Gucci what you know? "
I tell them "get this glass and get the fuck away from me hoe"
And everywhere I go it became an instant cut
Cause they knew I had those 20's and them big fat monkey nuts

Can't be scared of the dark when you come from miles apart
Shooting dice and playing cards, selling blow out of the park
Had it fresh on your sister but I used to sell your mama
Breaking 50's down to dimes was my job for the summer
And my job for the winter, cooking bricks all in the kitchen
Junkies dead at the carwash cause I heard that they was snitching
Sure jumping like a chill man and help me buy my tills
Dope D. Willy used to finger fuck my rims
They forgetting on my name so they used to call me Black
If you beat me for a twenty beat ya I'm a call you back
She on the dope man dick cause I'm a nigger with a sack
I'm the hustler of the year and I know that for a fact

When I first started back in 1995
I wasn't moving keys, I was buying 1.5
I started coming up
Junkies recognize my face
Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case
Holiday season
They used to run up on me, be like "Gucci what you know? "
I tell them "get this glass and get the fuck away from me hoe"
And everywhere I go it became an instant cut
Cause they knew I had those 20's and them big fat monkey nuts

Huh,
Price so low that it comin' through snow
Standin' at the store and I'm selling yae-yo
Bought a brick yesterday got a full way to go
On the highway everything got to go
Fifty on the table, a hundred on the floor
Middle of the summer but I'm'a make it snow
Like a chill pet my money don't grow
Still servin' niggers through my burglar bars though
Shorty G's and a little afro
8 ball check it and the flow stash milks
I don't get credit that's how niggers get killed
And if you got a tilt then your car get pelt
17 going to the 5-5-9
Like a blind man I don't see no lines
Thirteen when the nigger did his first crime
Eighteen when the nigger bought his first 9
If I don't fly then the show ain't flying
Picking up dope but the J's keep buying
Rob a Q lurk and I know they trying
Try Gucci Mane their ass be dying
Let me take you back in time
Let Gucci Mane refresh your mind
I'm a dope boss they on my grind
I could pluck you so hard!

When I first started back in 1995
I wasn't moving keys, I was buying 1.5
I started coming up
Junkies recognize of my face
Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case
They used to run up on me, be like "Gucci what you know? "
I tell them "get this glass and get the fuck away from me hoe"
And everywhere I go it became an instant cut
Cause they knew I had those 20's and them big fat monkey nuts

Ain't no more to say!
Yo Gucci!
I can't hear all these haters man
They got to speak up
I'm 30000 feet in the air nigger
Flying over your city to pick up a band
Whatchyou doin? Ha ha ha ha

 

[fox69]

"Backyard"
(with Young Dolph)

"Backyard"
(with Young Dolph)



[Hook:]
Got so tough 4 way today
Got money stashed in my momma's backyard
Got a bag of money hid away
Got it stashed in my momma's backyard
A nigga play with my money he ain't here today
A nigga dead in my momma backyard
Can't forget the plays that I hit the safe
I got stashed in my momma's backyard
Been a player with the pay
Ye started with a maid
That trapoholic crazy doing 100 k a day ye

[Verse 1:]
I'm a survivor, race car driver
A drink with no mollies mixed with tranquilizers
I shoot at my rivals
I race for your title
I'm the average kid the berry rick your idol
Your bitch on pilot, a good dick rider
She sucked it all night and cooked the a for the side on
Been gambling 2 days, poker money then pound up
Holding exntended clips like the police allow us
No I.O.U I don't fuck with the vowels
Or sweat backstage underneath of a towel
Me and Lil Wayne been doing 72 hours
Remember how we broke I used to wish of a prowler
My jewel so cold then my ring jewel colder
I told her when she suck my dick to do this shit louder
My mouth too foul and it need to get behind her
My breath is killing you imagine this shit more wilder
Deep this shit real I can feel in the shot
Pedophile dough, price's 14 5's
And the dope so good that I bring you some powder
Feed the bags are OG I don't fuck with the sour

[Hook:]
Got so tough 4 way today
Got money stashed in my momma's backyard
Got a bag of money hid away
Got it stashed in my momma's backyard
A nigga play with my money he ain't here today
A nigga dead in my momma backyard
Can't forget the plays that I hit the safe
I got stashed in my momma's backyard
Been a player with the pay
Ye started with a maid
That trapoholic crazy doing 100 k a day ye

[Verse 2:]
My bitch bad, my money long
My weed loud, my team strong
I ain't rolling on lesser scrum
I just bright your bitch tonight
That's why I invited her to spend the night
My glock black and my coupe too
I drive these bitches coocoo
I ain't never ever ever love these hoes
I just wanna smoke my weed and sell my dough
Can't say Philly can't take care of my folk
They say I leave a last meal everywhere I go
Nigga fuck with Gucci I seeing my little nigga to cut off his leg
Nigga snitch on daddy you guessed again one in the head
All of my niggas from the gutter
I love to fuck her but I don't love her
All of my niggas told bitch got too fresh
We ain't got time for no tussles
I put it on everything I love
Rule nr. 1 nigga show no love
My cause was a crip, my blood was a blood
Everything I got, I got it out the mud

[Hook:]
Got so tough 4 way today
Got money stashed in my momma's backyard
Got a bag of money hid away
Got it stashed in my momma's backyard
A nigga play with my money he ain't here today
A nigga dead in my momma backyard
Can't forget the plays that I hit the safe
I got stashed in my momma's backyard
Been a player with the pay
Ye started with a maid
That trapoholic crazy doing 100 k a day ye

 

[fox69]

"Bad Bad Bad"
(feat. Keyshia Cole)

"Bad Bad Bad"
(feat. Keyshia Cole)



Waz hannin?
It's gucci!
Aye keyshia
Im feelin this girl man
But she aint right ya kno
What im talkin bout?
Take one (take one)
Oooooh (GUCCCI!)
I can do bad by myself kno
What I mean? forreal
Okay, action goin in

[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane]
Rap game paid me, trap game made me
We used to be good friends now she
Cant stand me her man aint G her man
Aint me her man cant be what her man cant be
My jewelery game fridgy- white watch blizzard
Crocodile lizzard pinky ring ignorant;
Im careful who I step too when I step too
And if I choose first she choose me then she special
Long walks all night dawg I can help her bless her
Show her how to be successfuL kiss her gucci hustler
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Sudden valley cook up second of the extra
Stack up loud pack make her catch a contact
Dumb sets long stacks I can make her come back

[Chorus]

I can do bad bad bad bad bad all by myself [x4]

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane]
Ima bad boy but still there's so much good in me
You can take me out the hood the hood is still in me
I needa girl to feel herself but can still feel me
Just let me be ya only choice no need for planB!
My love life is malnutritions you my vitaminC-
Stay down like hillary and I can be ya billy
I'll buy ya jada pinky pinkies im tha biggest willy
Just when I give it throw it back just like we playin
Frisby I can do it by myself but i'd be very lonely
Be tha diva who's my lover and my closest homie
So if you sick and tired of bein sick and tired call me
Pick up the yellow pages and look up gucci! (gucci!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Keyshia Cole]
Aint no need in arguin about it
If you wanna leave then just be bout it
There's no sense in blamin me and me blamin
You there's no reason to be untrue everything
I got I work hard for everyday I work hard to
Make more I can do bad all by myself I aint tryna
Play love games cause I can do bad baby

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Bad Bitch"

"Bad Bitch"


[Hook:]
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Baby you deserve this cash, bad bitch get yo money
Baby you deserve this gwop, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Baby gonna get that gwop, baby gonna get that money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money

[Verse 1:]
Got a bad bitch that get money
So I'm back, cop 55 hunned
Spend a cool mill on her condo so she parked up Jag in front it
75 bags she stuntin
Click a bad bitch and she runnin
On bedrock, call it 10 to 5 cause it's homicide how she stuntin
Need a handicap stick cause the car she drive, man I swear that bitch retarded
At the Heat game with them red bottoms, she go hard all night, we plannin
And I don't know what you heard bout her but my little hoe getting money
Just me and her, no entourage
Bout to walk in the club with that onyx
Walk in, I'm too spiffy
Yea I got my 4-50
That corn bread, that real giffy
I turn yo man to a damn memory
I'm the biggest baller of this down central
Let me refresh yo damn memory
Me and Waka Flocka, baby back to Benjie
Ya'll pussy ass niggas better pay attention

[Hook:]
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Baby you deserve this cash, bad bitch get yo money
Baby you deserve this gwop, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Baby gonna get that gwop, baby gonna get that money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money

[Verse 2:]
One thing I don't care about
Is asking bout another hoe whereabouts
I'm caked up, no karat on
Ball so hard gotta me carry me out
I'm across the border, they bring it to me
So why get a audit? Better carry it out
Fuck mo hoes that would shame me
So no hoe will wanna marry me now
She a bad bitch, she get real gwala
Nigga can't fuck her for 100$
Got a taxi service and a beauty parlor
And she go to school, she a role scholar
To a young girl she a role model
In 6 years suck the cold out ya
Ride er like a porn model
Catch her in the club with a gold bottle
Got O heads on them all hunneds
She a young hoe with old money
Too fine, too loyal
Ain't nothing that she won't do for ya
All my home boys tryna fuck
But that's just my crew for ya
And that pussy's so good
I wish that it was too were ya?

[Hook:]
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Baby you deserve this cash, bad bitch get yo money
Baby you deserve this gwop, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Baby gonna get that gwop, baby gonna get that money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money

 

[fox69]

"Bad Guys"
(feat. Black Magic)

"Bad Guys"
(feat. Black Magic)



[Intro]
It's the bad guys
Say hello to the bad guys!
Big Cat Records, Gucci, Black Magic

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
We the bad guys, and we play for the bad team
We hauntin ya life like you just had a bad dream
The bad guys...
Just don't get on our bad side

[Gucci Mane]
I fucks with the AR, I fucks with the AK
You fuckin with Gucci, you gon' have a bad day
They say I'm a mad guy, they call me the bad guy
I tell ya like this just don't get on my bad side
I come with that skreet shit, in love with this beef shit
My diamonds ocean blue so they might get ya seasick
I fuck with the Glock 40, {?} shotty
Plus when I aim then I aim for the upper body
Ain't with that hoe shit, I'm smokin that 'dro shit
You come with some mo' shit, you gon' get your throat slit
Yeah this is that G shit, we call it a classic
I have my nigga Magic put that ass in a casket
And that there is real talk, you best have a fast walk
Or else yo' bitch ass might get lined in the white chalk
Fuck what you thank nigga, fuck what you thought nigga
Wired for jaw, so yo' ass can't talk nigga

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
Is you a man nigga? Is you a mouse nigga?
Have yo' bitch ass scared to come out the house nigga
Gucci fear no man, so who is this Snowman?
The word on the low is he really a hoe man
Bitch stick to that trap shit, and stick to that rap shit
You say you a gangster, but you never clapped shit
If you wanna find me, take I-20 Flat Shoals
Let's see if you can take this broomstick up your asshole
Always gon' stand ground, never gon' back down
I'm puttin my mack down, I'm layin the smack down
See Gucci's a skreet nigga, I stay on that skreet shit
And I'm the wrong nigga that ya clique wanna beef with
I keep the 9 close like the bitch that you sleep with
And I'll bust a head but can you keep a secret?
I'm smokin that kushie, you niggaz is pussy
I never been a killer but you pussies done pushed me

[Chorus]

[Black Magic]
Now this the bad guy song, they put the bad guys on it
So listen when you hear the two bad guys talkin
I shoot straight, move weight, always in a new state
Always givin fake names, cars got paper plates
The bad guy, say hello to my little friend (say hello)
My lil' friend got a hundred other lil' friends
Now we the bad team, it's more than a bad dream
Gucci and Black Magic now that's a bad scene
Carbon 15's comin out, AK's comin out
I'ma run the North, Gucci run the South
Independent but we ballin like majors
Them fruity ones got 'em all flavors
I'm fuckin with real niggaz and players, killers and cutthroats
And when I get a order homey somebody gettin smoked
I'm no joke, catch the kid cookin up coke
I got a blunt full of bubba kush, nigga come smoke with us

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Ballers"
(feat. Shawnna)

"Ballers"
(feat. Shawnna)



[Verse 1: Shawnna]
Shawnna got a 'lac sittin' on tres
Shawnna don't need no nigga I'm paid
Shawnna got stacks
Shawnna got grip
Shawnna got that so you better not slip
I'm posted on tha block
My girls tippin' dro
This cafe patron got me sippin real slow
I'm lookin like a star
Ice on my neck
Ice on my wrist
Ice on my chest
You might wanna fit but I ain't on that
I'm way fucked up
I'm way tore back
And I don't give a fuck I got it like that
They took a niggas juice
I got it right back
And now they like 'damn'
Now they like 'amazing'
Tondra roll 4, 5 blunts and we blazin'
Look at shawty gazin'
He lookin like he want me
I'm sorry little daddy
I'm tryna get ya homie

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Lames can't call her (Lames can't call her)
All she date is ballers (She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish (For boys who go get it)
Squares can't call her (Squares can't call her)

Lames can't call her (Lames can't call her)
All she date is ballers (She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish (For boys who go get it)
She only date ballers (It's miss Shawnna)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I'm Gucci Mane Laflare, I'm MVP
I know your baby mama real proud of me
The Benz line say they get tired of me
I'm young kush man I sell nothin but QP's
Shawnna so fine, Gucci mane I'm good
She so pretty, but still so hood
Hey little darling, How you shawty?
I'm so marvelous, I can't call it
I'm so southern, you so northern
We so crack rock, they so corny
It's two-thirty early, I'm horny
The way I cook a brick It's like I'm doin a performance
All eyes on we, Homegirl want me
Say he on tha track, So tha track real funky
Pants red monkey, Gucci go donkey
Niggaz play crazy, get left stanky

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Lames can't call her (Lames can't call her)
All she date is ballers (She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish (For boys who go get it)
Squares can't call her (Squares can't call her)

Lames can't call her (Lames can't call her)
All she date is ballers (She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish (For boys who go get it)
She only date ballers (It's miss Shawnna)

[Verse 3: Shawnna]
Ay
Shawnna
I wrote the first 3
For bitches in tha hood
My and 1 bitches
Smokin on tha good
Sittin on tha porch
Sippin on tha 'gnac
Or posted in tha parking lot
Sittin on tha 'lac
Them bitches got weight
Them bitches got work
Them bitches wanna trip
Them bitches gettin murked
And stick em in tha dirt
And gone bout our business
And it ain't nothin personal
It's all bout tha figures
It's M.O.E
Till a bitch a dead
And I don't give a fuck bout what a bitch said
I'm still gettin money
I'm still gettin rich
I'm still that woman that will take your dick
Yeah tha truth hurts
You still gotta face it
I spent ya whole deal on my ring and my braclet
It's top notch twat
Cream of tha crop
I'm beatin down ya block
And let the choppers Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop Chop

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Lames can't call her (Lames can't call her)
All she date is ballers (She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish (For boys who go get it)
Squares can't call her (Squares can't call her)

Lames can't call her (Lames can't call her)
All she date is ballers (She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish (For boys who go get it)
She only date ballers (It's miss Shawnna)

 

[fox69]

"Banger"
(feat. Chief Keef)

"Banger"
(feat. Chief Keef)



[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Banger
You know I got that banger on me
You know I'm a gangster homie
You steal from us we cut off niggas fingers
I gots to keep this banger with me
This drum hold a hundred fifty
Hoppin' out big bands and pistols, hanging

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Red diamonds, blue diamonds, white diamonds
My crew shinin'
Dope money, gold diggers, I don't like her but she so fine
Beat the lining up out the pussy
That nigger might just try to eat the liner
Stand behind me cause I'm the finest
Gucci Mane niggas say your highness
Ball out like George Gervin
I'm a real killer but a good person
Ain't no turf it ain't your turf
Got a wild lil [?] like a starburst
Everybody start running
It's a outburst at my concert
And my converse and my converter can't converse with no fuck's worth

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Gangbanger banger and dro slanger
I got cash up out the anus
You want beef go buy a angus
Pistol speak another language
This nigger the lamest lamest
Goofiest, remained a stain
Glock on me I bang it bang it
In my trunk it's wangin' wangin'
Stankin stankin
Don't want your crew it's stanky stanky
Take a hundred jab all white then I sling it sling it
My D lying I named it Brandon
I'm a gangbanger not a witness ain't got no statements
One in the head, it's off safety
So let a nigger try to play me
GTA me, Saint's Row his ass pistols get to spraying, banging

[Hook x3]