Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"TrapBack"

"TrapBack"



I don't wanna have to push your cap back
Homie, he just say he want his girl back
In a drop top, I'm a push the top back
I was gone for a second, but the kid back
If you ever cross me I'm a get some payback
Close the curtain on them haters, in my Maybach
Put a hole in your motherfuckin' snapback
It's Gucci Mane bitch, so you can say the Trap Back

I'm back at em, it's back on
I'm that strong, I'm back home
Me and Flockavelli, and Wooh da Kid
He got a nine, I got a six
I do it huge, we do it big
Got a hundred bricks, stuffed em in the fridge (burr)
Two hundred piece, stuffed it in the attic
I'm a drug addict, bitch I gotta have it
I got a gift, I can water whip, I can flip a brick, I can triple up
Need a hundred mill, fuck a record deal, cause a couple millions just not enough
Sell your momma a zip of dust, serve your daddy a ounce of hard
Got your little sister on the molly, she done went through the whole squad

I don't wanna have to push your cap back
Homie, he just say he want his girl back
In a drop top, I'm a push the top back
I was gone for a second, but the kid back
If you ever cross me I'm a get some payback
Close the curtain on them haters, in my Maybach
Put a hole in your motherfuckin snapback
It's Gucci Mane bitch, so you can say the Trap Back

Making money's my hobby, flipping bricks is my passion
Home girl in the lobby, "Is you suckin' dick? " I'm just asking'
I ain't mean to be rude boo, but you know I'm that dude true
More birds than Atlanta Zoo, going in like a curphew
I lost my mind, and my train of thought, and my top all at the same time
If you sendin' them birds across the country, then we probably got the same grind
I'm an OG like my daddy, I'm a hustla' like my momma
I'm a stack my bread up all winter so I can ball out all summer
Got foreign choppas, Osama, smoke presidential, Obama
Got that bald head, got that skinhead, that white girl Sinead O'Connor
Make em drop dead, I'm in the drop head, I'm... I'm santa
I need a crown cause I'm standing down, I'm the king of east Atlanta

I don't wanna have to push your cap back
Homie, he just say he want his girl back
In a drop top, I'm a push the top back
I was gone for a second, but the kid back
If you ever cross me I'm a get some payback
Close the curtain on them haters, in my Maybach
Put a hole in your motherfuckin snapback
It's Gucci Mane bitch, so you can say the Trap Back

 

[fox69]

"Traphouse 3"
(feat. Rick Ross)

"Traphouse 3"
(feat. Rick Ross)



[Intro: Gucci Mane]
What’s happening nigga
Trap House 3 fuck nigga
What’s happening?
Ay T come out man
Men we outta cut again?
Fuck

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I told partna bring the presser
Apply some pressure to the Jag
I got a thousand keys uncut, nigga
Guaranteed I make this money stack, nigga
I'm trying to make the money fast, nigga
I'm trying to keep this shit together
I call that boy eggbeater fast
I cook good, but he cook way better
Sipping Coronas with my vato
Me casa you know es su casa
Big cat we used to call el gato
Now GuWop they call me El Chapo nigga
I use to trap out all the bandos
Abandoned homes with boarded windows
Who the fuck that is peeping in my windows
Fuck boys know I keep that extendo

[Hook: Gucci Mane x2]
Trap house 3 got a K with me
And 3 young niggas that stay with me
Trap house 3 got a K with me
And 3 young niggas that stay with me
Hope these niggas don't play with me
Hope these niggas don't play with me
Hope these niggas don't play with me
Cause my May 90 stay with me

[Bridge]
Trap house, trap house, trap house, trap
Trap house, trap house, trap house, trap
Trap house, trap house, trap house, trap
Trappin' off a pack, I'm trap house trap

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
You know I got me an agenda
Break that thing up in my blender
Got a warrant, no surrender
Sub-machine with that extender
I came up on a pissy mattress
I got more money then all these rappers
Tried to hit me up in traffic
But I had to work my magic
I'm riding round with my lieutenant
I let 'em count it and I spend it
Bitches come after my business
Catching bodies in these trenches

[Hook: Gucci Mane x2]
Trap House 3

 

[fox69]

"Trappin Out The Mansion"

"Trappin Out The Mansion"


[Hook:]
We trappin' out a mansion with marble floors
Rifles in the pantry, where that extendo go
And I know how to handle it need a taco a ho
And I just might extend it got a choppa

[Verse 1:]
All gold dishes Gucci Mane trippin'
Million dollar kitchen grandma ain't livin'
Trap mansion duplex make a brick suflex
Gucci Mane glue bricks make one brick two bricks
Gucci got a Rulex oops I mean a Rolex
Flexin' hard at Rolex damn that was my old chick
10 chains on they yellow that was my old neck
15 watches all at one time I got that old check
Dang she can't dance for Guwap cus she a car wreck
He can't even go back too the club he left a bar debt
Baby said she ain't 'en hit the blunt and caught a contact
She took a shot then took off her shirt got in the contest
Guwop the new Big Cat who want a contest
Rude girls I call her Chiquita now its a bomb threat
This Charger here it cost $100,000 cus its a concept
You niggas left ya'll scraps in the car I got mine on deck
Gucci Mane you bird brain bitch you can't get one pic
Gave Peewee Longway a mil said fuck a contract
We sip mud straight out the seal don't need no soft drank
Broke trick trynna drink with Guwop get your own pint!

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Trappin' out a mansion Fresh Prince Bel-Air
And I'm sending niggas boxes like its Next Day Air
Guwop in this bitch yeah Gucci La Flare
They call me Ralph cus all the sheets are polo here
Your girl friend squeeze me like the Polo bear
You hit first floor nigga ya see a whole bunch of bottles
Hit floor two see a whole bunch of models
Floor three ya baby momma got a cocaine problem
Like Bruh man from 5th floor we breaking in we robbers
East Atlanta Zone 6 and I ain't nun like Georgia
My older cousin still think drugs gone solve her problems
I'm gettin' head from this freak tryna touch her tonsels
Like MJ in Thriller nigga Gucci contract monsters
Call us country but these bricks still fly down yonder
How I grew up if he take you better take back from 'em
Trap house mansion naked girls dancin'
Nothing but dope it ain't nothing romantic
Lights went out cook dope with a candle
I'm watchin' the money keep watchin' the camera

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Trick Or Treat"
(feat. Slim Dunkin, Wooh The Kid & Waka Flocka)

"Trick Or Treat"
(feat. Slim Dunkin, Wooh The Kid & Waka Flocka)



[Intro]
[car peeling out] [car revs then peels out]
("Listen to the track bitch!") It's Gucci
Funky feet (funky feet) funky feet
Pull up with that stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
Stupid geek (tweakin) it's super street
It's a Super Sport nigga, trick or treat

[Gucci Mane]
I flee the broads, stars and cars look like they just broke in the mall
Home girl seen my auto mall and said let's go and have a ball
Hold applause change your drawers, Big Gucci not Santa Clause
Young'uns might just break the law, whole Squad be like "Damn the law"
If what you seen ain't what you saw, Scary Movie, Saw 3
East Atlanta, whassup Santa, Alabama ride with me
Glock nine on me, hot rod lonely
Gucci ridin double wides, tractor-trailers, ponies
What'chu mean? Bag of beans, same boy from the magazines
Two AK's three magazines, make a stupid horror scene
Orange Ferrari, purple trees, whippin like on gold D's
Pimpin like I'm Goldie, listenin to the oldies
It's Gucci!

[Chorus]
Funky feet (funky feet) funky feet
Pull up with that stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
Stupid geek... it's super street
It's a Super Sport nigga, trick or treat
Look at me, nigga look at me
Pull up in my new Ferrari, pull up and say trick or treat
And after a week, I cop another skreet
A pretty car, nigga, trick or treat

[Wooh Da Kid]
Okay our whip, our feet, ridin down our street
But got the broma{?}er'y T, turn your wife into a freak
Snatch the mighty iron whip, I gotta eat nigga
You lookin sweet nigga {click clack} trick or treat nigga
Trunk on thunder, candy paint mumble
Why your tint so dark? Bitch I'm ridin under
This Brick Squad, nigga what it do
Ye ain't Brick Squad pussy nigga who is you?
Money over e'rythang, even you
If the General call then you better shoot
BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK, you know the dump
Wooh Da Kid and Guc' truth gon' pop the trunk

[Chorus]

[Slum Dunkin]
Louis Vuitton, come take a flick
You ain't takin shit, but you can take a click
It's a nightmare when I pop up
Got the top cut wit'cho lady chick
We super geeked, I'm hella high
Her mouth wet but mine stupid dry
I'm movin slow like a zombie
while she woppin me, she boppin me
Got black ice, call me Black Ice, really heavy around my neck
I just blackout, call me Blackout, look and shot at a nigga that flex
Now I'm bustin at him, I'm gunnin at him
He runnin real quick with those funky feet
He dead man, I'm toe taggin
I'm a black bag him in white sheets
I'm a flatline him, it's over with
And he ain't comin back, no heartbeat (ADIOS!)
Brick Squad some rude boys
Don't play around, don't fuck with them
I pull up on your block
Let some shots off, you stuck with them
I'm a G-A, N-G, S-T, A

[Chorus]

[Waka Flocka Flame]
All these {?} girls call me wantin to fuck
And Monique {?} the old ladies wanna fuck me
I poke you to death like Chucky
Came up in one year they say I'm lucky, FLOCKA!
Semi little hussy {?} that's a get money getter
All my girls got Waka Flocka on they {?}
Don't need a school girl, need a down-ass slut
Ten pack of bills I wanna roll and bite
Fuck police, fuck police, no license on me
In the club V.I.P. no ID cuz got funky feet
Ten left, twenty right, dead guys on me
I'm on E, it's Olde E, I think I'm 'bout to O.D.
Some fly girls wanna swat me
And it's gettin out of hand like I lost my arm
Off the chain like I lost my job
Hold my lotto ticket, girls love my charm
Ballin like pimps, shit doesn't switch
{?} ill, they love my sign
And I think I'm James Brown I got funky feet
Say Flock can't rap, I don't motherfuckin care
FLOCKA!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Truth"

"Truth"


[Verse 1:]
80 chains going and ain't took one yet
Ain't nothing retarded 'bout Gucci but this gold Rolex
A ten thousand dollar bounty put on my neck
I hope you didn't pay them cause they didn't have no success
You seen my interview nigga and you got upset
I seen your interview too, you looked oh so stressed
I think the nigga just mad cause I fucked his ex
And I'm a big dog, he got the lil' boy complex
Go dig your partner up nigga, bet he can't say shit
And if you looking for the kid I'll be in Zone 6
I hit a birthday party fresh, you and ya homeboy Tip
I know y'all seen me over there with that black fo' fifth
I bought a Bentley Mulsanne, it look just like Tip's
But I never went platinum, do you catch my drift
I never let a nigga do me like Tip did Flip
This the same shit that got Big and 2Pac killed

[Interlude:]
For the record, this is not a diss record
Just the truth
It's Gucci the living legend
Oh, yea I'm a legend
Living legend nigga
Respect that

[Verse 2:]
I ain't playing with ya, I ain't trying to dance with ya
I ain't using hands, let them rubberbands get ya
It take money to go to war and we can go to war nigga
I ain't no real rapper, I'm a fucking grave digger
I'm a old school fool, don't make me show my age nigga
Grab a Louisville and turn it to a batting cage nigga
I did a song with Keyshia Cole and I know you still miss her
But Puff was fucking her while you was falling in love with her
Call you to do a song, wouldn't even smoke no bud with ya
I was screaming so icy and was a neighborhood nigga
This AR is my back up cause I don't need nan nigga
Must didn't hear when Flocka said "Let them guns blam nigga!"
Used to drive to Birmingham with a lot of grams nigga
I'm just who I am nigga but I ain't sparing nan nigga
I know it's hard for you to sleep knowing you killed your homeboy
You left his son to be a bastard, won't even raise ya own boy

[Outro]

 

[fox69]

"Turn Back Time"

"Turn Back Time"


[Hook:]
I'm turned up now, I can’t turn round
I wish theres some way that I can turn back time
I’ve learned my lesson, I’ve served my time
I had so many turns, I lost so much time
I used to serve everybody now I'm a turn them down
So when ya turn come better turn up wise
Never turn my back, I can turn some round
And I can take some long terms ‘cause I’m on my grind

I hope my momma pray everyday, I don’t got to prison
They say my little boy was deaf, but when I talk why he listen
I might buy me 50 bricks and just get back in the business
How I was raised you can’t come in, just can't come into the kitchen
Scooter signed with Gucci Mane, that was a better decision
I know Future mad but man, that shit there come with the business
I got so much money on me I can't hold up my britches
Georgia aquarium type of nigga man I fuck with them fishes
I don’t give a nigga one chance to fuck with my riches
And I can’t have no stylist round me, I don’t fuck with no sissies
And if you dissin’ me then diss me and be very specific
And I’m not dissin’ I’m just talking numbers, grams and statistics
Its Gucci

[Hook]

Three time losers, known drug users
Active game bangers, man I run with shooters
Rolex watches, new Frank Muller’s
I bought a gold medusa belt, just to hold my trues up
Bad bitch in every city just to tie my shoes up
Don't bring your chick around me cus the bitch might choose up
I remember Big Cat tried to fuck my deal up
And if they give me 50 years, I'm still gone hold my chin up
So Icey Boys remember bitches used to fuck all ten of 'em
Ask Waka everything I said, I bet I held my end up
Remember black magic, I almost shot up [?]
When I used to sell dope to raise my rent up

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Turn Up"
(feat. Chief Keef)

"Turn Up"
(feat. Chief Keef)



[Hook - Gucci Mane:]
Everything turnt up on my end
Bought my Bentley where your Benz should have been
I'm going in and my friends can't get in
Like 50 Cent man I'm hated by many men
But everything piped up on my end
Park my Rari where your Vic could have been
And there's a dot where your neck could have been
Leaning small that's a check walking in

[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane:]
See everything turnt up on my end
I rock Versace that Medusa head man
You can't go in the hood but Gucci Mane can
In Birmingham got El Chapo gang plan
Two kilo grams I'm in Gucci Grand down
Man I don't give a damn twenty grand
I can make a fan make you murk your man
Gucci ham just like Vietnam
That shit bought a lamb
Kitchen contempt so many yams I'm getting overwhelmed
Buy a key I cooked it up for free
Giving youngin game while I'm whipping up a half a B
You didn't buy from me
Residue all on my AP cost me 90 G’s
[?] talking 93, trap right across the street

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Ring ring ring it's money on my line
I be getting bands out the Benz
A fuck nigga try me then he die
Nigga better stand where he stand
I want some Hennessy she want some wine
I told that bitch to get with the Klan
We wanna drink that shit with some ice
I told that bitch to get with the shits
They say I was getting fatter with the Sprite
But now I don't do that shit
I be popping X all night
Me and the crew ass shit
I get it
Wherever I look at
What you looking at I got five Glocks in the bookbag
Eh
I'm cooking
And they're still cooking
Free Wop that's what I named my line when they took him
Free Slick
Come around your block niggas get free shit
Free shells, free hits, 2-4 BD shit
Ray Charles I don't see shit
Stevie Wonder with keys bitch
Guarantee I won't drop my gun if I do then I'mma leave it
Cause I got on gloves, and I ain't going nothing
It's a throw away, I got plenty of
Niggas is suspect, me I am success
Fifty thousand dollars for a show and I dumped it

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Two Thangs"

"Two Thangs"


Gucci mane
Two Thangs
Trap House

Gucci Mane in da building (Gucci, Gucci)
Laflare, Big Kat (Laflare)
Say we got it like that (like that)
Everythang don't mean two thangs, watch this

[Hook]

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two thangs [Repeat 3x]

Young Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use dont mean two thangs

Uhhhhh...

It ain't the way its da principle (uhh)
What kind of student make mo money than da principal
And I never made da Honor Roll (uhh)
But I'm in the lunch line with a honor Roll
U pumpin' iron in da weight room (uhh)
I'm on da grind got a nine in da weight room
And I never play softball (uhh)
But I always kept da hard and da soft balls
U doin math on da calculator (uhh)
I'm weighin slabs doin math on a calculator
And I ain't tryna to write no essays (uhh)
I'm tryna to get a hundred pounds for my eses
U tryna learn how ta speak spanish (uhh)
But my connect tryna teach me ta speak spanish
And U a monitor in da hallway (uhh)
I'm allday on da grind wit a 4-way

[Hook]

Uhh....

U da one who won da Spelling Bee (uhh)
I'm da first 3rd grader wit a felony
And I never was a teacher's pet (uhh)
I'm da one who went and stole da teacher's cigarettes
And I never went on field trips (uhh)
I'm at Walter's tryna buy me some stash slips
And I always been cut throat (uhh)
15 takin' big niggas starter coats
Laflare entertainment by myself (uhh)
But I used to have a high right, low left
Gettin' money by da truck loads (uhh)
Rollin up Big Fat el productos
Before I drank V.S.O.P. Remy
I used to drank that MD 22
Woodgrain and reverse 8's (uhh)
Box Chevy trunk soudin' like a earthquake

[Hook]

Uhhhh....

I gotta give it to U raw man (uhh)
Cause I still keep a trunk full of raw
I'm a nigga from da block man (uhh)
In da club puttin down wit da block man
U probably gotta worka 9 to 5 (uhh)
I'm on da grind wit da nines for da 55
Bitch U a half of a 12 (uhh)
Low Key bucket tryna duck 12's
So what's up wit dem T-shirts (uhh)
I got a T-shirt tuck under my T-shirt
Better watch yo fuckin' tone man (uhh)
Cuz U know Gucci keep a tone man

[Hook]

Uhhh...

 

[fox69]

"Use Me"
(feat. 2 Chainz)

"Use Me"
(feat. 2 Chainz)



[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Who me? Ain't' shit...
Sittin' court-side at All-Star
And this? Givenchy
My shirt covered in all stars
And y'all wasn't wearing gold watches
'Til you seen us wearing gold watches
And you may have a hit bitch
But this one'll knock the ball park
And oh!... lawnmower, just for the snake boys
Shoot your ass into pieces, man
And deliver it to your front door
Oh! Encore, they want more, they're fans now
Got your girl ass clapping, hands down
Don't approach me with your hands out
Sittin' down I still stand out
Tall nigga with jewelry on
Like Christmas lights on a damn house
It's me, and I'm cool with it
You don't know what to do with yourself
When I do it, I'm doing it fresh
Born to do it, so I do it to death
Calm in the steps, welcome my dawgs
We don't get along, I'm tellin' 'em fetch
Hit 'em like "PA!" Hit 'em like "PA!"
Shoot up the spot and I'm leavin' like "Ah!"
Okay, you know I started from scratch
I got to the strip club just to relax
I get a flat tire, I buy a new car
You know what time it is, check the Rolex

[Hook: Gucci]
If you keep whining, baby, you gon' lose me
Better choose me, baby, come choose me
So fine that I let the girl use me
But I don't ever get used up, usually (turn up, turn up)
Baby use, me - baby, use me
Baby use, me - baby, you can use me
Baby use, me - you can use me
But I don't ever get used up, usually
... makin' no noise
That nigga ain't makin' no noise (nah, nah)
... makin' no noise
No niggas ain't makin' no noise (shut up)
... makin' no noise
Them niggas ain't makin' no noise (nah, nah)
... makin' no noise
That nigga ain't makin' no noise (shut up)

[Verse 2: Gucci]
If you're an ugly hoe, I can't leave with ya
If you're a broke nigga, can't smoke weed with ya
If you ain't a boss then I can't sip lean with ya
I'm not a rapper, bitch, I'm a mob figure
4-58, it's a centrepiece
These hoe niggas ain't seen half a million
Got a pimp cup, I'm in the strip club
And the difference is these hoes ask for me
LaFlare, nigga, I'm rare, nigga
Can't match shit... nigga
You a bad nigga? Well I'm a bad killer
You a fuck nigga, I don't fuck with ya
2 Chainz, nigga, my cous-cous
All my cousins sell drugs
My brother sent a pack, I fell in love
And told everyone I know I sell bud

[Bridge: Gucci]
All I rock is designer clothes
All I take is designer drugs
So geeked up couldn't find the club
Woke up on the beach with a bag of bud (damn)
2 Chainz, two times, got major money
More money than a label tryna sign a thug
Ain't seein' y'all sayin' y'all wanna sign with me
'Cause the artists you've got ain't hot enough...

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Vampire"
(feat. Trina)

"Vampire"
(feat. Trina)



[Chorus]
Do you believe in vampires?
I believe in vampires
Now shawty stay up all night
Try to build an empire.
Black Ferrari is a vampire campfire
Pull up in the club, got a dub .of da brick fare.?

[Gucci]
Vampire onstage, black shades,
Vampire, vampire, black fur, red floor lamper?
I put my left foot first then I make them say burrrr, she's a vampire.
Yousa tramp signer yousa cent for a pimp you been temp loser
I'm a vamp hit the hamp cop a dub hit the club glue em on tight hold em right
I'ma thug bitches love she's a vampire she's a cum finder,
Every mamma in the hood wanna get behind her,
She's so fine she's so white think I wanna sign her,
She ain't gotta sneak around, she'll shop and smoke purp (purr),
I'm a vamp hit the cris cop a ??

[Chorus]
Do you believe in vampires?
I believe in vampires.
Shawty stay up all night try to build an empire,
Black Ferrari is a vampire campfire pull up to the club got a dub ? brick fare
Rims cost brick fare chicks cost zip fare mr. zone 6,
Pretty bitches commin wit flare, vampire, vampire,
Club full of vampires, vampire, vampire, suck me like a vampire

[Trina]
Gucci, do me, throw me in the movie when you see me you salute, true blood ooooh eeee.
Soowoo suck 'em like a leech make em chew me if it ain't about the money, ain't no talkin to me.
Giddy up horsey panorama porsey I am not remorsey I eat a dinner corsey
No he fuckin wit the right bitch, tight griss?? soft lips,
?? lights, all them vinnegar chips, my night shift, the only bad bitch,
Sting like a cactus, these hoes is actess, I'm marry magdilan,
Ya I'm body baggin, no more relaxin, I'm biten necks full moon eclipse.

[Chorus]
Do you believe in vampires?
I believe in vampires.
Shawty stay up all night try to build an empire,
Black Ferrari is a vampire campfire pull up to the club got a dub ? brick fare.?
Rims cost brick fare chicks(?) cost zip fare mr. zone 6,
Pretty bitches commin wit flare, vampire, vampire,
Club full of vampires, vampire, vampire, suck me like a vampire

[Gucci]
Stept aside in my vampire ride,
Its a yellow lam tam steerin wheele on otha side she called me ten times,
Need to let that shit ride, if her old man catch her man, I let that bitch slide.
... my hood to 6, headin up to west side, vampires outside they be trappin all night,
?? swissa's itsa wrap itsa wrap

[Gucci]
I am just anotha nigga from the trap wit a scrap on my lap just incase dirty rats,
Filthy pigs, stupid fuck yousa vampire, tell these snitches to suck it,
Tryina suck up information probably work for tha force,
Where you at filthy pig, I'm not a duck stupid fuck.

[Chorus]
Do you believe in vampires?
I believe in vampires.
Shawty stay up all night
Try to build an empire,
Black Ferrari is a vampire campfire pull up to the club got a dub moving brick fare
Rims cost brick fare chicks cost zip fare, Mr. Zone 6,
Pretty bitches commin wit flare,
Vampire, vampire, club full of vampires, vampire, vampire, suck me like a vampire

Its gucci, gucci