Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Rip Slim Dunkin"

"Rip Slim Dunkin"



Huh, it's for my nigga Dunkin, go
It's gone really busy! Aha!
What's up, Slim?

It's for my nigga Dunkin, I really miss you
When you died, a part of me died, too!
It's for my nigga falling off, I really miss you!
You're locked up; I'm feeling like I'm doing time, too!
It's for my momma, mom, you know I wanna kiss you
And every time I go legit, she doing time, too (damn!)
This for my nigga, before you know, I really miss you
And every time you're doing time, I'm doing time, too!
Aha, time, too, time, too
Time, too, time, too
Gucci Mane, time, too, time, too
Time, too, time, too
Time, too, time, too
And I tell that, play up, time, too, time too!

I don't want one on the... let the Gucci locked up.
Everybody getting heavy wanna see me fucked up.
Soon, I'm gonna tear this down, but my man got locked up
Gucci back on the ground and his money back up.
When I pull up to the club, gotta bring a bitch truck
Yeah, you're getting good money, but not balling like us.
You can even see my roary, all these... upon us
Make them bite that bitch town just to fix it back up.
Man, I wish my nigga done so much, I think he's ass up
I can break his ass back; I would take his ass up.
We were round to go to sleep, we were balling so much
. some third game we stand up.
Waka Flocka was my goon, now he ran his mills up
I feel like, oh, and pop my real, brought those dumb my big bucks.
I feel like... brought those dumb my lil bros
I can't forget. closer, cause they can't be real, bro!

It's for my nigga Dunkin, I really miss you
When you died, a part of me died, too!
It's for my nigga falling off, I really miss you!
You're locked up; I'm feeling like I'm doing time, too!
It's for my momma, mom, you know I wanna kiss you
And every time I go legit, she doing time, too (damn!)
This for my nigga, before you know, I really miss you
And every time you're doing time, I'm doing time, too!
Aha, time, too, time, too
Time, too, time, too
Gucci Mane, time, too, time, too
Time, too, time, too
Time, too, time, too

 

[fox69]

"Roll One"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan)

"Roll One"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan)



[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Baby, you so fly, I gotta let you know something
Ass pokin' out them jeans, you make me wanna poke something
[?] one of them corner boys, them young niggas don't know nun
Top grade marijuana, baby, I just wanna smoke something
Can you roll one? Tell me, can you roll one?
Can you roll one? Tell me, can you roll one?
Ass pokin' out them jeans, you make me wanna poke something
I gotta let you know something, I'm gon' let you hold something

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Copped two girls look just like you and we gon' have a foursome
I got so much dro to roll, I think I wanna roll one
I ain't none of these average joe, respect the fact, got cabbage, ho
I ain't no horse and carriage, ho, I'm not with no marriage, ho
Gucci Mane go Macho Man on a bitch, Randy Savage
If you sicker than a [?] then Big Guwop got the antidote
Diamonds on my pinky finger, same size as a cantaloupe
[?] just like a antelope
Gucci Mane just cuttin' down trees, you don't know, bitch, call Geronimo
This money got me ten times more swagged out than I was a month ago
And this paper got me too turnt up, just blasted off a blunt ago
I turn Cassie to a nasty ho, Rihanna to a classy ho

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Get you out them panties, lay you on that sofa
It's just like a sandwich, come and eat this cold cut
Baby girl feelin' herself, hands on her hips like "So what?"
Swear to God she bent down for too long, it's time to go up
Lil money, bitch, it's time to grow up
Get to grindin', grab the weed, get the blunts and roll up
Them club owners know what's up, them girls wanna roll with us
They love how we showin' up, show up, big faces, throw up
Me and Gucci brought cash to the club
Smokin' out the bag in the club
Hold on, gotta gas in the club
Rich Homie bitch got the fattest ass in the club
Niggas mad in the club
Bitch [?]
We gon' pull up last to the club
Me and Meech still passin' on girls
Drivin' with money, got cash in the car, shawty

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Gucci ain't poppin', he think that he poppin'
That arrogant, ugly lil' son of a bitch
Swear that he fresh and he think that he rich
I'm gon' try hit every car that he get
Pardon my pimpin', man, pardon my pimpin'
Man, pardon my pimpin', excuse my fish
Come out the hip, shoot off the rip
Pick the grip up, man, I'm coming equipped
Pity the fool, pity the fool
Get a [?] when I'm late on the rent
Straight in [?], can't see past the tint
Lay in your britches, I'm pitching a tent
Yes, I admit, broke as a bitch
No window to throw out a pot and the piss
Bright as a bitch, pardon my French
My Rollie is yellow so pardon the piss
I'm talking to Tony, I told you you monkey
I warned you and warned you, now pay me me money
I'll make you regret that you can't tell my country
What would possess you to play with me money?
[?] from monday to monday
Sunday to sunday, friday to thursday
Run up on me, you thought you was splurging
Hit in the head and in need of a surgeon

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Rolling Stone"
(feat. Lil B The Based God)

"Rolling Stone"
(feat. Lil B The Based God)



[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane:]
I fucked her yesterday but I forgot her name
I'll probably never, ever see the bitch again
Oh that's your main?
Oh well I tried to tear her out the frame
Oh that's your main?
Well, she'll never ever hit the same
You stalking her? You called her up like 90 times
We ballin' out like it's 2099
And I'mma be a baller 'till the end of time
And I'mma be a baller 'till the end of time

[Hook x2 - Gucci Mane:]
I'm a rollin' stone, nigga, I'm a rollin' stone
Where I lay my hat is motherfuckin' home
I'm a rollin' stone, nigga, I'm a rollin' stone
I'm rollin' up the strong, nigga I'm a rollin' stone

[Verse 2 - Lil B:]
I'm a rollin' stone
Sellin' pussy and phones
Lil B, Gucci Mane
One show, that's a hundred grand
I said, "Thank you Based God"
Flexin' with the A-Rod
So many bitches on my dick I thank the Based God
I think that I'm Gucci
Shoot 'em with the Uzi
Still buying pussy
Who's sellin' coochie?
Who's selling molly?
Yeah, I got the money
I'm a rockstar and I will catch a body, like

[Hook x2 - Gucci Mane:]
I'm a rollin' stone, nigga, I'm a rollin' stone
Where I lay my hat is motherfuckin' home
I'm a rollin' stone, nigga, I'm a rollin' stone
I'm rollin' up the strong, nigga I'm a rollin' stone

 

[fox69]

"Rolly Up"
(feat. Young Scooter, Waka Flocka Flame)

"Rolly Up"
(feat. Young Scooter, Waka Flocka Flame)



[Hook: x3]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If you've got a rollie then hold it up
If you ain't got a rollie bitch step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up

[Verse 1:]
Since my money fat I'm throwin stacks
Patron shots I'm throwin back
We look good, I'm a spend some racks
Turn round back and a brick squad tat
Taz brought it back but it still don't pass
Push that Jag with a bag of cash
All this stash, and I hope it lasts
And I've never seen the bitch, suck dick so fast
I ain't even know you was rich like that
How the hell a nigga pull a bitch like that?
How the hell a nigga got a watch like that?
How a nigga face to face with some shit like that?
Better have a mil, we've been like that
Tell the hoes how the goose is like that
Whole clique, rock 'n' roll looks like that
Got chick like this, so we flex like that
I'm serious, nigga, they're curipus nigga
These thugs have a bitch delirious nigga
Don't see it, nigga, can't hear them niggas
Don't stand there, and don't feel them nigga
I'm the trill nigga since a lil nigga
Only difference got it bigger, nigga
She a eye catcher let er car catcher
But it's chainless so let the watch go

[Hook: x2]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If you've got a rollie then hold it up
If you ain't got a rollie then step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold it up)

[Verse 2:]
A dope boy watch is a Rolex
Every dope boy dream to have a Rolex
Everybody in the hood want a Rolex
You better keep your pistol with your Rolex
Ride, smoking, counting in that Rolls Royce
I brought the streets back, it needed my voice
Took the nigga for a check and bought a white horse
Bought a gold rollie just to match the dope
You want a yacht, master know your mathematics
Hold your rollie up, and view a real traffic
I'm not a real rapper, I've got a real chick
Real street nigga, with a rollie

[Hook: x2]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If you've got a rollie then hold it up
If you ain't got a rollie bitch step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold it up)

[Verse 3:]
There's a plan, masterpiece, no AP
64 Gs tryina freeze me
My diamonds kicking, Jet Li
I'm balling hard, no referee
Brought present watches for the homies
Crime pay, fuck police
Came a long way from that Benny
Getting topped off of my Bentley!
It's a Daytona, no Hubo
Got a pink slip, no car note
I'm balling hard, fucking up a chick
Real street nigga, I ain't gotta flex
I can count a mil, don't break a sweat
That iced out rollie got a pussy wet
Got your little brother throwing up the set
Got your lil sister throwing up the set
Waka Flocka Flame!

[Interlude:]
Chugga then your motherfucker, screaming Rolex game
If you own a rollie, getting money, do your thang
You a broke nigga, kill yourself – Kurt Cobain
Squad!

[Hook: x2]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If you've got a rollie then hold it up
If you ain't got a rollie bitch step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold your rollie up)

 

[fox69]

"Rooftop"

"Rooftop"


[Intro]

[Chorus]
Tell Me What You Wanna Do?
What You wanna Do?
I Got Killas On The Rooftop All On The Rooftop
Who You Wanna Shoot But I Dont Wanna Go Back
You Dont Wanna Do That Why You Gotta Prove That?
What You Gotta Prove These Niggas Better Move Back
Shoes Come In Two Stacks Ima Take A Few Back
What You wanna Do? Im Choking On That Fruit Pack
Why Would You Woo That?
Crazy Color Coupe What You Wanna Do?

[Verse]
Sippin On The Loot (Eghh)
Im Walkin From The Car Line Straight To The Boost
So My Swagger Through The Roof
I Got Money Too This What Money Do
My Shoes Came From The Zoo
My Cane Came From Paroon
My Car Paint Pyroon
Piss Body Say Sawoo
My Earings Came In Blue
We Walk In Different Hues
See Me On The News
My Lawyer Is A Shoe
In Case You wanna Sue
I Got Alot Of Scoons
Your Beef Aint Nothing New
I pull Up In A Coupe
Same Color As a Suit
And I Aint Got On A Suit
I Pull Up Blossom Blue
My Rim Right By The Pool
I Said Look At The View
Tell Me What You Wanna Do

[Chorus]
Tell Me What You Wanna Do?
What You wanna Do?
I Got Killas On The Rooftop All On The Rooftop
Who You Wanna Shoot But I Dont Wanna Go Back
You Dont Wanna Do That Why You Gotta Prove That?
What You Gotta Prove These Niggas Better Move Back
Shoes Come In Two Stacks Ima Take A Few Back
What You wanna Do? Im Choking On That Fruit Pack
Why Would You Woo That?
Crazy Color Coupe What You Wanna Do?

[Verse]
Them Bitch Detergent Riding Dirty Is You Nervous
Conduct Yourself One Class On Me Tasha Dont Disturb Me
Describe Your Body You're Like A Circus You're Unreliable
I Want The Cash The Car All The Girls Im Entitled To
My White Grand Like Them rich White Girls Back Then
Ass Banquets Like Paying Texas On A Back Hand
Gucci Mane Air Train How I Fly The Hoes In
Would Be My Good Friend Till I Put My Golds In
Now Ive Crossed The Globe Boy I Stick My Nose In
Ten Thousand Diamond Dollar Loafers I Put My Toes In
Fresh Boy The Post Man The Books Are Closed
They Might Not Re-Open Cause You Niggas Is Hoes

[Chorus]
Tell Me What You Wanna Do?
What You wanna Do?
I Got Killas On The Rooftop All On The Rooftop
Who You Wanna Shoot But I Dont Wanna Go Back
You Dont Wanna Do That Why You Gotta Prove That?
What You Gotta Prove These Niggas Better Move Back
Shoes Come In Two Stacks Ima Take A Few Back
What You wanna Do? Im Choking On That Fruit Pack
Why Would You Woo That?
Crazy Color Coupe What You Wanna Do?

[Outro]

 

[fox69]

"Rooster In My Rari"
(feat. 2 Chainz, Waka Flocka Flame)

"Rooster In My Rari"
(feat. 2 Chainz, Waka Flocka Flame)



[Intro: Waka Flocka]
Pay for what? Girl you better pay for this Dick!
She the type that fuck for 2 Xans and a outfit! (FLEX!)
I'm with the Xan crew. So is hundreds on the Flo
My house is off in the Mo
Hey I be ballin Ho!

[Hook: Waka Flocka]
(Rooster in my Rari Ugh! [x2] Rooster in my Rari Ok!) [x2]
Ok these hoes we done ran through em!
Xans we done chewed em!
Lames better salute em!
FLEX!
See these hoes We done ran through em!
Xans we done chewed em!
Lames better salute em! Ugh!

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka]
I don't like yo kind you a bougie ho! (Flocka!)
All in my face like a groupie ho! (SQUAD!)
I can't do it with one girl I need a group of hoes
She FOOOOL when she on the that pole
Break it down, pop it low, clap that, do it slow (Flocka!)
Ran out of ones I'mma order some mo
Shawty got good brains, on the honor role!
You can't be no rookie with moves like that! Naw!
Girl you a Pro! FLEX!
Hundred bands in my pocket!
Just to let you know! (Flocka!)
I'm too turnt everything's a GO! (ROLLIN)
What's it goin be?, What's it goin to cost?
Everything's on me, My company Brick Squad Monopoly!!! SQUAAAAAAD!!!
(Turn Up Leggo!: Waka Flocka)

[Hook: Waka Flocka]
(Rooster in my Rari Ugh! [x2] Rooster in my Rari Ok!) [x2]
Ok these hoes we done ran through em!
Xans we done chewed em!
Lames better salute em!
FLEX!
See these hoes We done ran through em!
Xans we done chewed em!
Lames better salute em! Ugh!

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane's a baller, hooper, shooter
Yo girl is a booster, stupid rooster. (AH!: Gucci)
Come through when I coop her
Loose the roofa (catch Up!)
We the bitch macker
Choose a mover (DAMN)
Brick Squad we the shit!
Pooper Scooper! ([Fart sound:] Gucci)
Yo man is a Bitch!
Super Loser! (Ha!)
They say I'm a user?
Pussy bruiser (True> Gucci)
I got to get a towel!
She's a crazy Drooler (Haaa!)
Shout out to my jeweler
Frankie Muler (Buur!!)
10 chains on...
Bitch I'm Ricky Ruler (BUUUR!!)
Talkin Cash shit bitch
Stanky Sewers (phhht)
6 bitches with me
Yup 6 plural! GUCCI!
(Turn Up Leggo! Waka Flocka)

[Hook: Waka Flocka]
(Rooster in my Rari Ugh! [x2] Rooster in my Rari Ok!) [x2]
Ok these hoes we done ran through em!
Xans we done chewed em!
Lames better salute em!
FLEX!
See these hoes We done ran through em!
Xans we done chewed em! (yeah!: 2 Chainz)
Lames better salute em! Ugh!

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
2 Chaaainz!! Whoa Kemosabe I get Rooster in my Rari (yeah!)
Beez in Tha Trap I put my ding-a-ling on Barbie! (damn!)
I go Dumb, I'm retarded
Pockets on Charles Barkley
I go Crazy Gnarls Barkley
Lungs full of BOB MARLEY!!! (told em)
I don't play no games
But my joy stick from Atari (ughh!)
All I eat is Beats, Pussy, and Calamari (T.R.U.!)
This is a movie watch it all day tomorrow;
If I meet yo ho tonight we fuckin all day tomorrow! (eughh: 2 Chainz)
(Turn Up Leggo!: Waka Flocka)

[Hook: Waka Flocka]
(Rooster in my Rari Ugh! [x2] Rooster in my Rari Ok!) [x2]
Ok these hoes we done ran through em!
Xans we done chewed em!
Lames better salute em!
FLEX!
See these hoes We done ran through em!
Xans we done chewed em!
Lames better salute em! Ugh!

 

[fox69]

"Rude"

"Rude"


[Intro:]
I'm so rude
Drop nothing but loose screws
Forgies
It's Guwop
Drumma Boy
Brick Squad
Say I'm rude
It's Guwop

[Bridge:]
Bitches tell me that I'm being rude
Baby tell me how I'm being rude
I only talk to bad bitches, that's how I do (I got money bitch)
That's how I feel...

[Hook:]
I don't talk to broke niggas, I'm so rude
I don't talk to ugly bitches, I'm so rude
Got this loud it's down my zone, I know I'm rude
And my car just painted loud, I know it's rude
I don't talk to broke ass bitches, I'm so rude
I don't talk to monkey niggas, I'm too rude
I don't drive no old schools, new schools
And I'm pullin my new schools on tennis shoes
Forgies

[Verse 1:]
Bitches say I'm rude, yet in the worst way
I went and bought yo ass a drink hoe on yo birthday
This H ain't Hilfiger, bitch this H stand for Hermes
You lay down with these dogs cause hoes they'll give you herpes
These bitches passin pussy out, I say no thank you
Like my lil brother Nate, I hear that he is Nathaniel
Codeine so thick, this shit look just like it's Jack Daniels
I'm not no liquor drinker, I prefer champagne
Call me the black Hugh Hefner right in East Atlanta
Niggas handcuffin hoes and don't redeem around
Five hoes went Gucci Gucci leading by example
So inflicted, my emcee I'm back, I love to gamble

[Hook:]
I don't talk to broke niggas, I'm so rude
I don't talk to ugly bitches, I'm so rude
Got this loud it's down my zone, I know I'm rude
And my car just painted loud, I know it's rude
I don't talk to broke ass bitches, I'm so rude
I don't talk to monkey niggas, I'm too rude
I don't drive no old schools, new schools
And I'm pullin my new schools on tennis shoes
Forgies

[Verse 2:]
I'm so rude, I'm so motherfuckin rude
If you had this check then you would be rude too
I don't have to talk to you, don't want to talk to you
Ain't no need to talk to you, no need to talk to you
Go get some motherfuckin money – what you ought to do
No after thoughts cause baby I no longer thought of you
Say she's a soccer mom, I guess she tricked some college dude
And it ain't bout him man, it's all bout his wallet do
She tryin to fight it, bet my money I overpower you
Bitch don't deny it, you know you like the way that bottles move
My Georgia City, our city crawled down like Oprama do
I'm not no bubble boobies, that's that shit that stuff this do
It's Gucci

[Hook:]
I don't talk to broke niggas, I'm so rude
I don't talk to ugly bitches, I'm so rude
Got this loud it's down my zone, I know I'm rude
And my car just painted loud, I know it's rude
I don't talk to broke ass bitches, I'm so rude
I don't talk to monkey niggas, I'm too rude
I don't drive no old schools, new schools
And I'm pullin my new schools on tennis shoes
Forgies

 

[fox69]

"Runnin Circles"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"Runnin Circles"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Hook x2: Gucci Mane]
I'm runnin' circles around these niggas
I'm runnin' circles around these niggas
I'm runnin' circles around these niggas
I'm one two-eighty five around the squash niggas

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
These [?] monkey
He be in the circus
These niggas be jealous
These niggas worthless
You Mr. never get no pussy you a virgin
I'm Mr. hit her and her friend I'm Mr. Posse
I'm not from Earth
I'm not an earthling
I try to hit her with your friend that nigga nervous
He blew the lid we down to have six hundred thirty
Laws on my dick one of your boy I woulda murked him
I'm a baller and my birthday
It's every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Thursday
If it's a Gucci show them bitches come in early
I'm polo down looking like Huxtable Lane nerdy

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I'm killin' these hoes
I ain't not too impress nobody but my P.O.
I like my bitches rollin'
I like my weed rolled
And I got deep pockets and she got a deep throat
We watch out for police that be in street clothes
You niggas washed up like some fuckin' clean clothes
My bitch shootin' at you while I re-load
Sometimes I feel possesed hope I don't get repo'd
Lil Tunechi in this bitch I'm with Gucci in this bitch
Uzi extra clips skateboard kick flip
Runnin circles around these niggas til they dizzy
I fuck a bitch to that Drizzy
Eat that pussy if it's pretty
Runnin cirlces around em three sixty Tunechi

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Runnin circles, I'm smokin' purple
Cause I'm a boss and you a worker
You got suspenders on like Steve Urkel
And if you run up on me
I'll murk ya
Yeah I'll hurt ya, yeah l dirt ya
Don't mention your boys
Cause they'll dessert yea
Say she a dime, but she ain't worth it
Two six not even a burglar
But she's a burglar, went from a fat girl
I got the scrap, you better act girl
Just like you know me, they call me Gucci
I ball like Kobe
You know I'm shootin'

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Runnin Round The Lobby"
(with PeeWee Longway)

"Runnin Round The Lobby"
(with PeeWee Longway)



[Hook:]
Runnin round the lobby
While we go on that molly
Runnin round the lobby
And the paper can't shit stop me
Runnin round the lobby
If a nigga pay I'm a rob 'em
Runnin round the lobby
And I keep talking to Scotty
Runnin round the lobby
If you want I make a profit
Runnin round the lobby
I'll be searchin finna watching
Runnin round the lobby
If I call my niggas coming
Runnin round the lobby
All on gunning

[Verse 1:]
We get in the kitchen like a chemist
World champion, doing the row bit
So much of this shit I'm getting claustrophobic
I want the cheese and dough keep the anchovies
Ye, cash out for man I'm loaded
It's too much of this shit I need more baking soda
Home boy kinda work, in the land rover
I crack a smile when I move the coca cola
This shit make me frown and got a bad odor
I got a cap for them birds like they fallin on you
Place your order, we got plenty more
When we runnin out of that we got another load

[Hook:]
Runnin round the lobby
While we go on that molly
Runnin round the lobby
And the paper can't shit stop me
Runnin round the lobby
If a nigga pay I'm a rob 'em
Runnin round the lobby
And I keep talking to Scotty
Runnin round the lobby
If you want I make a profit
Runnin round the lobby
I'll be searchin finna watching
Runnin round the lobby
If I call my niggas coming
Runnin round the lobby
All on gunning

[Verse 2:]
I scrool on in my dictionary
Get up on that molly
I don't talk scottish
I gotta fuck somebody
I'm runnin round the lobby
In and after after hour
Me and the count we steady mobbin'
Keep up off them molly
Nigga set tripping
Must I now we double creepin
Niggas gonna get their isha
And we gon' think off for isser
24 hours you can get it
We workin and we grinding
Every time you ring my line
It ain't never listed a dime
Runnin through the lobby that's how I got mine
Keep those on you know I gotta shine
I'm in the lobby, with the count
And they know how we rockin
And when I get up on that molly
Could you freeze some of that talking
You runnin round that lobby

[Hook:]
Runnin round the lobby
While we go on that molly
Runnin round the lobby
And the paper can't shit stop me
Runnin round the lobby
If a nigga pay I'm a rob 'em
Runnin round the lobby
And I keep talking to Scotty
Runnin round the lobby
If you want I make a profit
Runnin round the lobby
I'll be searchin finna watching
Runnin round the lobby
If I call my niggas coming
Runnin round the lobby
All on gunning

[Verse 3:]
I swear I be runnin round the lobby
And I run into it if money is the topic
Getting rich is the mission, going broke is not an option
Real with the real then we stashing up the profit
Now I'm iced up flying in a foreign object
I stay down for it on my trapaholic
I'm about to take this molly, take off just like a rocket
Ram through her on the benz we showin off a puppet
All that B shit you know that shit Elvis
Made 20 yesterday I'm a selfish
I need my gray all my realish
I got a money fetish

[Hook:]
Runnin round the lobby
While we go on that molly
Runnin round the lobby
And the paper can't shit stop me
Runnin round the lobby
If a nigga pay I'm a rob 'em
Runnin round the lobby
And I keep talking to Scotty
Runnin round the lobby
If you want I make a profit
Runnin round the lobby
I'll be searchin finna watching
Runnin round the lobby
If I call my niggas coming
Runnin round the lobby
All on gunning

 

[fox69]

"Runnin' Back (Getting Fat)"

"Runnin' Back (Getting Fat)"


[Intro:]
[inhales deeply] Huh? Awww man
That good kush - this kush is PERFECT!!
I'm really smokin - DJ Speedy, track PERFECT!!
Really perkin - So Icey, we PERFECT!!
Well we the shit - my record label is PERFECT!!
(Speedy you're a fool for this one)

[Chorus:]
Run it back just like I'm a runningback
While my diamonds doin jumpin jacks my pockets gettin fat (gettin fat)
I'm gettin fat (gettin fat) obese (obese)
I won't stop man I just keep eatin (keep eatin)
Dear meat (dear meat) let's feast (let's feast)
Dear Lord I thank you for this beef
Dear meat (dear meat) let's feast (let's feast)
Oh Lord thank you for this beef

It's no sweat but I keep good Keith (good Keith)
That strong loud kush they call it Irene (they call it Irene)
Sixteen with about ten G's (ten G's)
And Spike Lee was screamin (Do the Right Thing) (Do the Right THing)
Not us (not us) not me (not me)
Got 49 cent in my Guess jeans (Guess jeans)
And my chain (my chain) is one mill' (one mill')
That's one mill' more than your deal (your deal)
I'm so trill (so trill) large bills (large bills)
I'm sittin tall, grill it come from Paul Wall
No cocallins shawty, yeah I keep the Paul Wall
The Lil Wyte, the Eminem, you know the (8 Mile)
Gucci!!

[Chorus]

Now it don't stop 'til the fat girls sings ('til the fat girl sings)
When it's over hit 'em with the violins (hit 'em with the 'lins)
Go [6X] - bring the beat back!
Do you like the violins? (Like the Violins?)
Matter fact, drop the beat and play the strings
Go [6X] - bring the beat back
Beat so hard I ain't gotta say a thing (say it)
One Mane, two chains, three knots and fo' rangs
Eight please, excuse me, that's fo' on both hands
I'm Mr. Perfect run Mane Mane, Gucci Mane
Gucci!!

[Chorus]

This for my lil' brother Nate, he ain't even thirteen
Tell Meagan Uncle Gucci say good and stay sweet
Like my children and my auntie, my niece is pretty
Love my momma more than my Hummer on Ashantis
Love my brother 50 and I know that nigga love me
Love Walker Wood Warren, R.I.P. to Raliegh
Shout out to Uncle Joe and my Uncle Bentley
Speedy beatbox on the track, take it to Jamica Queens
{"BEATBOX!"} Go, go, go ahead and drop the strings
{"DAAAAMN!"} It's Gucci!!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]