Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Put Some Wood In Her"

"Put Some Wood In Her"


I’m gon’ put some wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put some’ good in her

Ooh, he fat, he fat, I don’t want you bitch
Ooh, he black, he black, but I don’t need that bitch
Ooh, she fat, she wet, I don’t want that bitch
Better move, get back, like that, now tell that shit
Huh, she wet, she wet, I don’t want that bitch
Huh, she wet, get back, I don’t want you bitch
You wet, you wet, I don’t want that bitch
Said ooh, he fat, he black, [?] I don’t want you bitch
I’m Big Guwop and I talk that shit
Pull that shit cause I got that shit
Got that scrap and I tote that scrap and I keep that scrap and I shot that bitch
Cadillac just to paint it black
I’m a big dog, they killed that kid
Average rapper would’ve said keep that
But I’m so high I can’t even spit it
Guwop [?] got a Chinese bitch
And the bitch don’t do, never buy me shit
How many hoes want to buy this dick
Cause I’m selling this dick, got ice in this dick
She said ten, other ho said twenty
Gone to the girl with the black and white Bentley
Shawty want to freak me, fucking on Peach street
Balling so hard that I feel like Meechy
Excuse me, I don’t use this [?]
Took her to the closet, fucked her right where the broom be
Here’s a room key, baby girl you can meet me
We ain’t got to talk, you can freak me discreetly
Wet where the wheat be, your man is a weakling
Know I fuck you but he still want to meet me
Badda bing bing bing where your jeep be
24k, bling bling where my teeth be
Acting like you know me, nigga I’m an OG
Can’t wait to show a nigga what a nigga showed me
Met him at the BP, robbed him for the BP
DC nigga rob a nigga on the GP
NBA money like CP3, this season I’mma get an MVP
Since I ball like Kobe nigga all the players envy me

[Hook:]
I’m gon’ put some wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put some’ good in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put some’ good in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put some’ good in her
I’m gon’ put some’ hood in her

I’m a back breaker, I’m a neck bender
I snatch your hair and I know you like it
I could spot a freak so that makes me psychic
And I don’t like niggas you ain’t got to like
Too turnt up, I just turn turn turn, I keep turning nigga
Burning up all this dope dope dope, yeah keep burning nigga
You niggas ain’t got no ho, no no, now y’all niggas still broke
You niggas ain’t selling no dope dope, you niggas ain’t seeing no [?]
That boy ain’t got no dope, no, man that boy trap so slow
I just fucked his main ho, she said she don’t even wanna ho no more
Happy [?], it’s gone man
You alone, get sad dog
Call your phone, got packed pages
Getting back massage, from your main lady

[Hook:]
I’m gon’ put some wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put some’ good in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put some’ good in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put that wood in her
I’m gon’ put some’ good in her
I’m gon’ put some’ hood in her

 

[fox69]

"Put Yourself In My Shoes"

"Put Yourself In My Shoes"


[Hook x2:]
Put yourself in my shoes
Sellin' weed since high school
Put yourself in my shoes
Rolls-Royce in my house shoes
Put yourself in my shoes
No one really likes you
They scared to stand beside you
Put yourself in my shoes

[Verse 1:]
Put yourself in my shoes
Whole lot of them tattoos
Put yourself in my shoes
Nothin but G's in my crew
Put yourself in my shoes
Have your ass with IVs
Have your ass in the trees, playin' round with my cheese
Once a billionaire bitch I may not be
Fuck what a player hater say about me
Bad bitches always lay around me
Gotta have an AK around me
Nigga like to play, but ain't playin' on me
Damn if a nigga say he layin' on me
I'mma keep a Glock here faithfully
When the police call, just say it ain't me
Your girl is a freak every day of the week
Take it or leave or leave it to me
You gave her a junkie, you gave her a key
You can give her a whip, but don't give her to me
Some of these niggas be breakin' her off
Some of these niggas be fuckin' her free
Hatin' is rampant, it's like a disease
'95 Air Max on my feet (Gucci!)

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
Better check yourself 'fore you wreck yourself
Better cool your tone, better watch your step
Shoulda brought your tone, gotta use your phone
You gambled with your life, you done bet yourself
God bless my health and increase my wealth
All my energy, and all my breath
Gotta lotta enemies, don't wear skinny jeans
I'm a stylist of a star cause I dress myself
Don't need your help, I can dress myself
Gotta big gun, I protect myself
You niggas better come like a hundred deep
Cause there's 200 shots in this shit here
Pistol talkin' loud and clear
Tryna make it disappear
Ain't come to fight, ain't come to talk
I came to get you outta here
Pussy niggas don't keep it real, faker than a three-dollar bill
2004 was such a year, I think I sold 10 million pills
Pushing weight, I body build
Vacuum sealed a couple mil
Plug just sent so many bills
I'm walking in the club and I brought my scale!

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Pyrex Pot"

"Pyrex Pot"


[Intro]
Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)
Let's get it (let's get it)

[Chorus]
Half a brick in a pyrex pot
Trying to make me a dope boy knot
Two pounds and I'm like real big
Stacking double see the nigga so big
I got to get it, got to get it, got to run my money up
Got to get it, got to get it, got to run my money up [3X]

Uh! I'm going on a Trap-A-Thon
Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don
Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag
So if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass
Uh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter
Run trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle
Uh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey
Gucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century
Uh, iced out like Babe an' them
I can sell mo' records than Shade an' them
Uh, Gucci Mane you're a cocky fella
I make it rain so you better get you umbrella
Uh, and my watch is on another level
Clusters of diamonds and they bunched together
Uh, why you talking so much shit?
Yo bitch, cause I'm so rich

[Chorus]

Okay somethin white like Michael Jackson
Bust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin
Gucci Mane got the lone ticket
Run stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uh
Shawty say he short a couple stacks
The diamond chain on my neck is doing jumping jacks, uh
Yo' money short like Spud Webb
Bend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh
My money talking like Dikembe
Gucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh
Mo dough than CVS
Still making moves, thuggin with S-Y-S, uh
All my shows better be whippin up
J's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh
And me and Cad in a Hum-Vee
Yellow diamonds got me lookin like a bumblebee, uh

[Chorus]

Gucci got a plug, for the square face
Got them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs
Got the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens
We got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne
Gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot
Got some cocaine jumping out the damn pot
Get some cool water, it's too damn hot
All I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot
Hustle harder, be smarter
We gonna eat when I bring it out the water
36 O's, for the 17
Five for the drive, 17-5

 

[fox69]

"Quiet"

"Quiet"


Holiday season

Quiet quiet quiet
And I'll be being quiet quiet
I let my money talk for me cause I'll be being quiet
Scoochy

[Verse 1:]
Do anybody know somebody who know somebody?
Who know somebody who know somebody who got the mollys
Karate Kid but I don't even know karate
Kush got my eyes low like Mr. Miyagi
East Atlanta Santa, yeah my stomach fat and jolly
Fucked up 50 grand in Vegas with my nigga [?]
Got the battle of the bands going in my Robin's
And if you think of robbin Gucci, you gon have some problems...
Servin pizza pies, all my pies got extra toppings
And I be shittin on all these niggas just like pigeon droppings
30 grand in all hundreds, I don't do the wallet
And I'm about to fly to New York cause I'm going shoppin

[Bridge:]
I take a brick, break off a brick and cook a deuce
Way I'm beating up all these babies call it child abuse
Way I'm beating that white girl, that's domestic violence
And my money talk for me cause I be being quiet

[Hook: x2]
Quiet, quiet, cause I be being quiet
I let my money talk for me because I'm being quiet

[Verse 2:]
Break a 4-way off a brick and then I'm bout to fry it
My money gettin obese, your shit is on a diet
I sip lean all day every day until the kid is tired
I make em search for that [?] cause this pussy's wired
If you think you can defeat me, fuck it nigga, try it
I got squares all in my trunk I think he wanna buy it
Got a G-4 but I do not have no one to fly it
I'm so fly that I might stop rappin and be a pilot
Gucci Mane the shit and you can't deny it
I got the game in a knot and you can't untie it
I let my money do the talking, I be being quiet...
And I get money out the streets but keep my business private!

[Bridge]

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Re-Up"
(feat. Yatta Mann)

"Re-Up"
(feat. Yatta Mann)



[Intro:]
Yeah, that boy Gucci
Got my nigga block in this bitch
East Atlanta's finest
E.C.T South!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Early in the morning Nigga Imma be up
Imma be up, Imma be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up
It's time to re-up It's time to re-up;
7:30 in the morning, Nigga we gon' be up
We gon' be up, we gon' be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up
It's time to re-up, it's time to re-up;

[Verse 1: Yatta Mann]
Boys what it do?
Nigga getcha g's up
Dope man bitch!
Call me Mr.Re-Up
The kitchen smells like fish, the fish scale dog
1000 Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber band stacks
Spent a ? a mill wit Papi watch how fast I get it back
The dope boys love me
Taught'em how to cook
You whip it real hard, cold water, let it drop
The dope man bitch!
Sold bricks, sold rocks
100 thousand dollars, fell like I shot a cop
The dope man bitch!
Sold grams, sold white
Cook the work 10 minutes
Fiends gave me 5 pipes
New York nigga's love how I work that turn pipe
Got Micheal Jackson yay
Powder 10, but it cook white
I don't get nervous when I ride them highways
Dope man bitch!
Everyday is my birthday!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I got the city on lock!
Have you ever seen a ? million dollars in a Nike shoe box?
I can show you how to trap!
100 grand worth of cap
And I pray that my phone ain't tapped!
Nigga buy for the smell of it
Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it on spree's for the hell of it
7 on the dot!
Got some cain and its jumping out the pot!
I'm in the game so I give it all I got
To a million dollar spot
I got a rainbow Range same color as lean
Wit the matching rims on it, man that bitch so clean
Gotta skittle Drop Jag and a fruity Chevelle
If I drop the top back, bubble kush you gon' smell
Every flip I cop another whip
Every trap I cop another chain
Every play I cop another tool
What these nigga's know bout Gucci Mane?
Notta damn thang!
I'm icy, something like a polar bear
When your girl give me brain better hold her hair
100 Grand in the bag just to make you stare
Re-up wit the man
Gucci Mane Lil'Flap

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Go with our rental cars
Used to serve hard to Mountain Park;
Now I stand behind the burglar bars
Say Lil'Breeze best smoke ya gars;
I'm the hustler of the century
When you think of money mention me
I said my buddy get it to the key
From Arkansas to Tennessee
Every Brick, Pill. And every "P"
Some how it doesn't come from me
I'm on T.V gettin interviewed
Still got them thangs in the intertubes
8 grand for the good purp
A t-shirt, under my t-shirt
Aye lock it up, that's a bad word
You had to whip it till your wrist hurt
You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or Block
Got'chu a dime to a ? a block
I'm knocked diamonds and I never stop
Disturbing cocaine; duckin cops

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Real Dope Boy"
(feat. PeeWee Longway & Young Scooter)

"Real Dope Boy"
(feat. PeeWee Longway & Young Scooter)



[Verse 1 – PeeWee Longway:]
Real dope boy whip hard chicken with the egg beater
Bricks stay [?], boy I’m tripping with the E
No lettuce in my bank but real monefa
Smoking up the pound, OG Reefer
The judge say I got a real dope boy description
All in the courtroom, on the mud sipping
8 in the morning, on the molly, liquor tripping
D boy shit, young nigga double clipping
On the road, we’re street finessing and juuging, oh
Gucci prints for all my children, oh
Big Guwop one dope ass nigga
Pour mud up and sipped up nigga
[?] chain, he must be doped up nigga
I’m no sleep gang, why you even up my nigga
Unload the truck my nigga, just caught me a duck
Call up, in New York, trust a dope boy’s script all on my [?]
I’m a real dope boy, so you know what’s up
Gucci and Scooter on my side with the U-Haul truck
We ain’t moving nobody, we bout to move some bucks
We ain’t moving nobody, bout to move some bucks
Count up, count up

[Hook – Young Scooter:]
Real dope boys, real dope boys
Black and Migo Gang, Brick Squad, real dope boys
Real dope boy, real dope boy
Money, power, ammunition means you a dope boy
Real dope boy, real dope boy
Don’t you touch that pot if you can’t whip that dope boy
Real dope boy, real dope boy
Never seen a brick, that means you ain’t no dope boy

[Verse 2 – Young Scooter]
26, bought 12 inch rims, if 12 pulls up, let’s do it
Your dope it jump out the gym but my dope it might break the rim
We don’t use a fork, you know Spook, he might shake the pot
Hundred thousand cap and I ain’t have to cook a fucking rock
Dope boy certified, I put work on any block
In the trap we satisfied, listen, you could learn a lot
Killing on the road, road running, I done lost a lot
I Wiz Khalifa bricks, tailor them, I got remix shop
You ain’t no dope boy, you ain’t got no dope boy
My partner Longway a real dope boy
You claim to be a boss, you a ho boy
Every day of the year I got dope boy

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Gucci Mane:]
I like my dope Peruvian, all my niggas shooting
I ball but I ain’t hooping, you can call me Mark Cuban
My earrings is a movie, my watch is filled with rubies
My niggas stick together, getting this money like we Jewish
She almost got the ring, but I ain’t finna do it
I cut her from the team, she had a check, she blew it
I like my hoes exotic, I like my shoes exclusive
I’m pouring fours now but I used to pour deuces
I throw grenades now but I used to shoot Uzis
I’m lying in a 44, 2 on [?]
I’m back making old school trap boy music
It’s Gucci Mane, the schooler, so the work can’t lose it

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Real Gas"
(feat. Waka Flocka)

"Real Gas"
(feat. Waka Flocka)



[Intro:]
I'm in a real dolly, My life a real movie
Your girlfriend want to change her heart she is a real groupie
I'm rockin' real diamonds, you rockin' real [?]
And this is not a water gun this is a real Uzi

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I got more motherfucking money than a preacher ho
I'm like a million dollars richer than a week ago
Got so much jewelry on I look just like a jewelry store
If you a bad bitch why you wearing sneakers for?
You say your ballin' what you sittin in the bleachers for. Rolls Royce a head shot but my charger is a body blow
If you don't suck it right then I guess got to teach the ho, i'm smoking swishers not the same shit Wiz Khalifa smoke

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I'm smoking real gas, spend money real fast
Lil' momma sexy, but I wonder if that’s real ass
I want her real bad, I got a real bag
I got it on with a long way I got that real cash
I roll with real niggas, I'm talking real killas'
And I suggest you stay in line we got bad tempers
I'm rocking' real Prada, I'm rocking real Louie
These other suckas' out here imposters on the real Gucci

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka]
This is a one time [?] selling weed, mollies, zans
Steal from me I'm killing all close friends
He smoking dope out of chicken bones and soda cans
Clayton county that’s gangland
My shooters they got shooters man
He wanna rob better change his plans, when they run in his house everybody backin' out and they shooting man
If you want the pass him river dell I'm out here send 100 bands, on 85 that's real shit, flex to much get your dome kicked
Can't stand a lame and a broke bitch
It ain't hard to tell nigga' I'm the man
Can't fuck with soldiers or middle man
So I'm a boss nigga, I do boss shit
Like a GD I'm a boss bitch, hanging out the window with a chopstick
Got leather gloves with no mask, when I hit a lick
Just to let you know who took your shit
You lame as hell you a free pick, my young niggas they'll murk your ass for a half a brick
Need to rob that's my [?]

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

 

[fox69]

"Realest Ever Lived"

"Realest Ever Lived"


[Intro:]
Big Guwop sloppin bread, wopper it with cheese
Yea, extra cheese on mine
Yea
Taste like Sabrina

Big Guwop sloppin bread, wopper it with cheese
Debby Lee still got that big macker on me
I'm in guard, I'll put yo lead up, put a shackle on me
I need to fumigate, mosquitos love to suck on me
I need some red trops, too many mice around me
A compulsive gambler don't bring no dice around me
I'm a robber, I'll rob ya blind, don't take ya eyes off me
I'm a kleptomaniac, don't leave yo bitch round me
I'm the Gucci Sosa, influenced Chief Keef
With the soothing 20 chains, doing a mixtape with screen
I'm the same Gucci nigga in the hood with the plan
If you niggas want something soft yall need to shit on yo hands
It's Gucci

[Hook:]
I tell it like it is cuz this the life I live
Gucci Mane, I'm the realest nigga ever lived
Bad bitch in the crib, pints in the fridge
Gucci Mane, I'm the realest nigga ever lived
These rappers wear Fugazzi shit but Gucci diamonds real
Gucci Mane, I'm the realest rapper ever lived
I'm a multimillionaire and yet I kill rob and steal
Gucci Mane, I'm the realest rapper ever lived

Gucci Mane, I'm the realest nigga ever lived
In my old school with a digital dummy and that's playin to live
I got feds all in Japan but I was born in Birmingham
I'm sellin Cali kush and that's my Alabama, I'm the man
Dope in Alabama, that was 10 a gram
I cook so many grams, crockers think that I'm a M
2000 pounds of midgy and I sold that shit myself
I'm on costa every morning, got room this shit hot as hell
My trap house dope going ham
VVS white book is fine for space scrapped in my Rollie base
Yo life lookin stupid, got that leather seen a Rollie face
Then she seen one but not like the one Gucci wore yesterday

[Hook:]
I tell it like it is cuz this the life I live
Gucci Mane, I'm the realest nigga ever lived
Bad bitch in the crib, pints in the fridge
Gucci Mane, I'm the realest nigga ever lived
These rappers wear Fugazzi shit but Gucci diamonds real
Gucci Mane, I'm the realest rapper ever lived
I'm a multimillionaire and yet I kill rob and steal
Gucci Mane, I'm the realest rapper ever lived

 

[fox69]

"Really Ready"
(feat. Young Dolph & Rulet 1017)

"Really Ready"
(feat. Young Dolph & Rulet 1017)



[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm a real nigga, talking 'bout what I really have
Cause I fucked a nigga bitch, that's why he really mad
Hit a nigga in his head, I be really glad
Since the day I lost Dunk, I been really sad
A nigga make a hit and dip, will he really last?
A nigga say he hold you down but will he really blast?
They say I'm worth fifteen M's but that ain't really shit
And I ain't content with what I got, got to be really rich
Sold dope on the really, was broke on the really
If you really wanna get it then you know I'm with it
Really wanna go to war with me, not really
You wanna get it then you gonna get it
You worth a mill', not really really
I ain't all in your business
If it's not your girl not really really, then why is it hurting your feelings?

[Hook x2: Gucci Mane]
My young niggas, they really ready
Straps cocked, are ready
These rap niggas are really scary, talk loud but ain't really
We tote choppers like military, niggas gotta get passed us
Your girl with me, you really married, damn I'm fucking your marriage

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
On the real these rappers pussy, nah really, straight up
But meanwhile I'm in my traphouse, with 'bout six different flavors
But fuck that, let's get to it
Took out my scale, broke down the bale, and my clientele ran straight through it
Drinking mud, riding through the city, yup
Selling pea's out the coupe really, yup
Paid fifteen K for my S.S. and invested another fifty, yup
These rap niggas they don't wanna see me, nah
Guess a bitch with me taking off her draws'
Smoking weed and laughing, burning rubber while I'm running from the law
Really, fuck you nigga come get me
I'm a Cashtank nigga and all we do is get money, you feel me?
Know there's two Glock's with me, yup
Got that boy Guwop with me, yup
Downtown rooftop chilling, yup
Quarter mill' on the floor, really

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rulet 1017]
Nigga I'm bickin' back and I'm boolin'
Drop the top, and then foolish
Finessing game with your main bitch, now my pockets is stupid
Fuck with Gucci, get you an issue
You pussy soft, like tissue
Hundred K'll get you knocked out
Put me in the ring, get boxed out
So I jump on the stage, get the team real hype
Gucci throw a cup and the whole squad fight
Bottles on me, so we pouring all night
Nigga get a trippy [?] night
I'm jumping out that coupe, I lost my damn roof
Thank God that boy so fly, we don't need no parachute
So I'm chasing after fix, squeezing on these triggers
Bank account six figures, kick my feet up, Louie slippers
Vacation in the Hampton's, rockstar Marilyn Manson
All for that check, I hold a nigga ransom

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Recently"
(feat. 50 Cent)

"Recently"
(feat. 50 Cent)



Recently I approach, the microphone, cause I ain't no joke
Recently I approach, the microphone, because I ain't no joke
Recently, recently, recently, recently...

[Gucci Mane]
She want to sex me of course
Cause I pull up in a Porsche
I make love to the money
But she get moist off my voice
Got a shit load of hundreds
Got a bag full of loud
Got a hand full of 20’s
I threw that shit in the crowd
I’m playing 50 and Gucci
Don’t play with 50 or Gucci
Cause they got goonies that do you
That hit your ass with the uzi
All my fans protest at my most recent arrest
I smoke nothing but the best
Here a toast of success
And little mama want to creep with me
I know she want to sleep with me
It gotta be the g in me
Cause ain't no R&B in me
Mr. Icecream man call me Mr. TMZ
Like a blindfolded man niggas ain't seeing me
It’s Gucci

[Gucci Mane - Chorus]
I just brought a drop just recently
I killed the parking lot just recently
I just brought a whip just recently
I made another flip just recently
I just bust a check just recently
I bust a bad bitch just recently
I’m screaming out “who want a piece of me?!”
I just got a deal just recently

[50 Cent]
50 and Gucci nigga this shit equals bread
homie fuck with the paper, I'm trying to take off your head
we get the check from the music, we get the cash from the track
when it comes to the money nigga we right where its at
where it at! where it at! where it at! where it at! here it is!
the sickest shit, we filthy fucking nigga rich
always on some crazy shit, blame it on some baby shit
Lambo round that autobahn, speeding like i bought a lot
ain't got to talk to get a bitch, what you think we bought it for
catch me riding solo, you know I got the strap
that pistol like them pills hoe you know I'm popping that
I hit that button on your block and drop the top on my convertible
I’m known to find a nosey rat but ain't nobody heard of you
they call me king, cha-ching that money coming in
man everything I seen is over cause I’m hood
my pinky ring, that's stacks, man that's a hundred rats
the way it bling makes dope boys want to move crack

[Chorus]