Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Bird Flu"

"Bird Flu"



(Yeah)
It's Gucci, Gucci
So icy entertainment
Atlantic records, man
(Yeah)

Let's get money, man, it's our year
Pay me fifteen GS, yo track I'll sneeze on it
Ah, choo I'm rich say gazuntie bitch
(Yeah)

Please excuse me, miss, pardon my French
My necklace look like criss yo diamonds, look like piss
I spent a quarter million dollars just to look like this
In the kitchen cookin' chickens, tryna pay my rent
Got a cock eyed bent and a bow legged Benz
Pigeon toed Aston, Martin wit the off set rims

I'm not like them
I done out shined him
I done flat lined him
Gucci, I'm still here
Gucci, don't drink beer

But he does drink don
Hundred thousand dollar murder charge I made
Bond, it's Gucci

I got bird flu, shawty, sellin' bird's my business
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, that's a terrible sickness
(Yeah)
I got bird flu shawty, in the summer, it's Christmas
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, nigga, handle yo business
(It's Gucci)

I got bird flu, shawty, sellin' bird's my business
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, that's a terrible sickness
(Yeah)
I got bird flu shawty, in the summer, it's Christmas
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, nigga, handle yo business
(It's Gucci)

Gucci, done it does, it John Rubert Stoddard
That's colored covered, that's flooded studder
... Leonard skinner watch sherbet pervert
Look flagerently fun, it's an Aston martin

If you trick didn't notice, watch me, don't lose focus
Trap boys, get bricks athletes, gets trophies
Gucci Mane, get cake, it's my birthday party
Want a sweet sixteen, that's two times forty

Watch look like Diddy, chain look like fifty
Gucci Mane fuck wit me, shawty, move chickens
Shawty, I do live it, wanna take ad lib it
I'm so hood wit it, you hip hop critic

I got bird flu, shawty, sellin' bird's my business
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, that's a terrible sickness
(Yeah)
I got bird flu, shawty, in the summer, it's Christmas
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, nigga handle yo business
(It's Gucci)

I got bird flu, shawty, sellin' bird's my business
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, that's a terrible sickness
(Yeah)
I got bird flu, shawty, in the summer, it's Christmas
(Yeah)
Catch that bird flu, shawty, nigga handle yo business
(It's Gucci)

Uh, uh, it's Gucci
Uh, uh

 

[fox69]

"Birdies"
(feat. PeeWee Longway)

"Birdies"
(feat. PeeWee Longway)



[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Birdie, it's a birdie
It's a birdie, it's a birdie
That's a birdie, there the birdies
I got them birdies, there the birdies

[Verse: PeeWee Longway]
Pyrex chirpin', whippin' birdies
Super nervous, sippin' dirty
In the goonies making plays, count a birdie
Extendo hold a 30, it's on me while I'm working
Birdie, them birdies, chop chop, worth a birdie
My wristwatch on freeze, brrrr
Robin Jeans hold Moneefer
Got OG gas, wanna get served?
I'm on the west coast makin' hoes tweak, sir
I'm from the A, bitch, you know I got wizzerk
Matter fact, let me see y'all skizzir
Got birds of the minolly
Be cool you'll get Zanotti
Frank Lucas attire, I look like a Bugatti
Leave a man ass of fire for brushin' up on my tire
I'm a hitman for hire, don't fuck around with my dog

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Birdman"

"Birdman"


[Hook:]
In East Atlanta I'm Birdman
In East Atlanta I'm Birdman
In East Atlanta I'm Birdman
Ain't got money like Birdman but in East Atlanta I'm Birdman
Birdman, B-B-Birdman
B-B-Birdman, Bird Bird
Ain't got money like Birdman but in East Atlanta I'm Birdman

[Verse 1:]
I keep a stupid bank roll, yea a big bank roll
And I keep going to the club to see the same hoes
I can kick with no niggas got no Twitter nigga
You showin bags on Instagram you's a stupid nigga
I got convictions and equitals, I'm a lucky ass nigga
I beat a murder same year, became a millionaire nigga
And you can't tell me bout something really cause you ain't livin there nigga
And I refuse to be a bitch, I don't need no nigga approval
And now it's Choppin City Volume II
B G nigga all on you
Got shooters shootin, I'll shoot some too
You know where the fool niggas in my crew
These young niggas are hurt man
Murkin niggas on my word man
Ain't got money like Birdman but in East Atlanta I'm Birdman

[Hook:]
In East Atlanta I'm Birdman
In East Atlanta I'm Birdman
In East Atlanta I'm Birdman
Ain't got money like Birdman but in East Atlanta I'm Birdman
Birdman, B-B-Birdman
B-B-Birdman, Bird Bird
Ain't got money like Birdman but in East Atlanta I'm Birdman

[Verse 2:]
Pistol to yo motherfuckin head, you a dead man
Spray it over bed til they put me in the feds man
It's Gucci and the crazy young nigga with the dreads man
And we smoke cause we stay high like Method Man and Redman
Man these farmers growing weed just like tomatoes and eggplants
Glasscutter in my pocket, tryna open up yo chest man
If you leave after these 50 shots you a blessed man
I'm not a rapper, I'm a ordinary nigga from the Cresh man
I got a extraordinary cook game in the kitchen
Diss me and put me in a awkward position
Green dot a nigga, make em kill him in the prison
Disrespect Brick Squad a very bad decision

[Hook:]
In East Atlanta I'm Birdman
In East Atlanta I'm Birdman
In East Atlanta I'm Birdman
Ain't got money like Birdman but in East Atlanta I'm Birdman
Birdman, B-B-Birdman
B-B-Birdman, Bird Bird
Ain't got money like Birdman but in East Atlanta I'm Birdman

 

[fox69]

"Birds Of A Feather"
(feat. Rocko)

"Birds Of A Feather"
(feat. Rocko)



[Gucci Mane:]
Burr burr burr burr burr burr burr burr yeah
It's 2 time gucci and I don't give excuses I use to drive a hoope
But now my life a move I'm genius like confuses so pleas do not confuses me
Don't thank cause I do music I won't pull up with oozes thay won't me just like
Tookiie but guccimane survive don't ask me nothing stupid or bury me alive
Right now I'm on that new shit my struggle I embrace it forever leaving diamonds
Like agent kings in Ashia big balling is my major I still got my lil trap house
A condo in south Florida I'm balling on you stack house I'm in and out the trap house in this ain't what you wonted
I put my shooters on you you'll thank yo house was hunted pounds in the bath tub
Keys on the dresser my money in a great place where I could never tell yea
Cinderella story call me cinder fella I make it rain so much the strippers gotta
Bring umbrellas I double spike the punch skip breakfast and lunch
I sell a thang and whip a plank and eat some captain crunch I smoke a blunt and go to brunch
And bae I don't do dutch I let her order what she won't order what you must

[Rocko:]
A thay didn't thank I would be back I told them wait and watch
All you weight watches kick back and factor this omega ain't no comming after this
We the realest niggas coming from Atlanta street ya'll thought atlanta rap was all
Novelty (where you was at) I was in the trenches trying to escape probity
Or probably out selling sack or probably trying to figure out where the fuck you hang yo sack at
Way before I was hitten sack 5ave (what you was doing) I was on the avenue picking quarter
And taking orders from no nigga but the consumers (what you is) I'm a zone 4 nigga I hid the meals up in my room (n my draws)
These niggas grew up with a silver spoon I had a dusty folk you had to learn to wiggle up jus to get it up
Niggas playing cards in the hood but I ain't playing hell I will throw in my hand if I hand ya'll hand
And niggas a cut off they hand jus to have my hand I'm that nigga now look at you you throw dealing
Purple sent lergederment yea I'm threw dealing my name whole wait I carry my own weight

 

[fox69]

"Bitches Ain't Shit"
(feat. Lil B, Sy Ari Da Kid & RiFF RAFF)

"Bitches Ain't Shit"
(feat. Lil B, Sy Ari Da Kid & RiFF RAFF)



[Gucci Mane:]
You know these bitches ain't shit, bueno
But man these bitches soo thick, comprendo
She playin', talkin' real slick, Nintendo
But damn, she suck a good dick, nympho
Said these bitches ain't shit, bueno
But damn, they suck a good sick, nympho
They say that Gucci too rich, word though
But now she suck a good dick, nympho
I swear these bitches ain't shit

[Lil B:]
Big Guwop, man these bitches ain't shit
Man, my name Lil B, I told the bitch "make me rich"
Man, I know the Based God, told her ice out my wrist
Shout out Waka Flocka, shout out Ju Mane
Shout out Wooh Da Kid, Shout out Frenchie
I'mma tell the bitch "pay me" like my name Mack Maine
Shout out Young Scooter, tryna buy me a brick
Shout out East Atlanta, shout out West Atlanta
If the girl wanna fuck, I told the bitch "cash me out"
Stealin' money off the floor, then I'm in the trap house
Bitch, I think I'm Zaytoven, bitch, I think I'm Metro Boomin
Shout out Gucci Mane, Lil B

[Gucci Mane:]
You know these bitches ain't shit, bueno
But man these bitches soo thick, comprendo
She playin', talkin' real slick, Nintendo
But damn, she suck a good dick, nympho
Said these bitches ain't shit, bueno
But damn, they suck a good sick, nympho
They say that Gucci too rich, word though
But now she suck a good dick, nympho
I swear these bitches ain't shit

[Sy Ari Da Kid:]
These bitches ain't shit and my shows ain't either
And my bros ain't either and they know they cheaters
Got this ho named Keisha, it ain't my ho, y'all Keisha
Look at my phone y'all could peep
She could suck ya soul out your sneakers
I get the money the fast way
Knock 'em out the park to the crib like a batcage
Everyday sweet, this a Saturday
Make a movie, fuck a matinee
Please do not talk about my past, babe
You were just sellin' pussy off of backpage
There's no such thing as bad bads, haters lookin' with a sadface
Hit the whip, get mad brain, ridin' 'round in the fast lane
Fuck with my nigga Guwop, North side to the East side
Tool on me like cowboys, bitch ride me like yee-haa

[Gucci Mane:]
You know these bitches ain't shit, bueno
But man these bitches soo thick, comprendo
She playin', talkin' real slick, Nintendo
But damn, she suck a good dick, nympho
Said these bitches ain't shit, bueno
But damn, they suck a good sick, nympho
They say that Gucci too rich, word though
But now she suck a good dick, nympho
I swear these bitches ain't shit

[RiFF RAFF:]
For the first, swing the big body Lexis
Mabye Javon Curtis, mansion inside the mountain
Like Shawn Bradley, recline the top
Ice burg with peppermint patty
My left hand shinin' look like a pig salmon
I live the fifth subtract the Bumper Kid
I done flip more than boy Mattress Max
I did the math and your bullshit ain't addin' up
I used to sip codeine from a dixie cup
All my ex girlfriend look like pixie chicks
Syrup in my soda, Jody Highroller
RiFF RAFF and Guwop came down with bricks on they shoulders
I found my new wheel in Apalachicola

[Gucci Mane:]
You know these bitches ain't shit, bueno
But man these bitches soo thick, comprendo
She playin', talkin' real slick, Nintendo
But damn, she suck a good dick, nympho
Said these bitches ain't shit, bueno
But damn, they suck a good sick, nympho
They say that Gucci too rich, word though
But now she suck a good dick, nympho
I swear these bitches ain't shit

 

[fox69]

"Bite Me"
(feat. Waka Flocka Flame)

"Bite Me"
(feat. Waka Flocka Flame)



[Gucci Mane]
Its Gucci!...Bricksquad...Go Hard In Da Paint Man...King Of Diamonds...Khaled!..M.I.A...East Atlanta...Riverdale...Queens...Ohkay...Flocka!...(Gucci!)

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Flocka!...Flocka!..BRICKSQUAAAAADDDDD, Pow, Pow, Pow, Pow...

I Woke Up Dis Mornin, Bussed Down A Swisha
Looked In Da Mirror Like Im One Rich Ass Nigga
Brush My Teeth Wit Hundreds, Whipe My Ass Wit Dese Fifties
All About Da Benji's Competition Cant Fuck Wit Me (Flocka!)
Know Dese Niggas Envy, Green Bottle Remy 50, In My Semi
Waka Flocka Flame...Im Not Friendly
Im So Muthafuckin Neighborhood Lets Get Dat Understood
Im Not Crossin Ova ... Dis Aint B-Ball
Got Potnas Behind Da G-Wall, 30 For A Murda Dawg
So I Gotta Get It All, I Pull Up In A 2 Door
Same Color As Some Puddin...
Goddamn Dat Car Good Lookin...Driver Good Lookin
Goddamn Dem Rims Good Lookin...

[Hook]
I Know You Fuck Niggas Dont Like Us But We Dont Give A Fuck
Copy-Catters Bite Us... Dey Swag Suck
Know You Bitch Niggas Gone Hate My Guts...Bite Me
If You Think I Do Re-Write Me, Dey Say Dat Imitation Flattery So Bite Me
I Put Da Tre-8 In Ya Mouth I Make Ya Like It...
Dey Say Dat Mimicking Is Flattery So Bite Me
I Put Dat AK In Yo Face & I Make Ya Like Me...

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
No Chit Chat, Hit Me Back
Gucci Did Dis, Gucci Mane Did Dat
If I Did Dis And I Didnt Do Dat, Why'd I Do Dat, Why'd I Do Dat?
Put A Lil Dis, Wit A Lil Dat
But Aint Nuttin Lil Bout Dat Dere Cat
Triple Balck, Back To Back
By Myself, Still Back To Back
Call Me Sacks, Cuz I Got Dem Racks
Got Dem Green Bags Duffle Bags Cant Hold Cash
CEO, Labled As, And It Cost A Price Tag But It Make Me Glad
Im So Jazz, Im So Class
I Dont Need No Bronco To Make Mad
Bitch Aint Bad
Watch Em Chest N Da Mouth Like A Man Got Mo Bags in His Stash
Oh My Goodness, She Sittin In Puddin, Feel Like She Shouldnt
Why She Shouldnt, Why Mess Wit Hundreds, Ride Round In Bentleys
I Know Da Average Block Was Poppalin... Dont Like Me Cuz Im Fuckin ICEY...

[Hook]
I Know You Fuck Niggas Dont Like Us But We Dont Give A Fuck
Copy-Catters Bite Us... Dey Swag Suck
Know You Bitch Niggas Gone Hate My Guts...Bite Me
If You Think I Do Re-Write Me, Dey Say Dat Imitation Flattery So Bite Me
I Put Da Tre-8 In Ya Mouth I Make Ya Like It...
Dey Say Dat Mimicking Is Flattery So Bite Me
I Put Dat AK In Yo Face & I Make Ya Like Me...

 

[fox69]

"Black Tee"
(feat. Bun B, Young Jeezy, Killer Mike, Jody Breeze, 4-Tre, Lil' Scrappy)

"Black Tee"
(feat. Bun B, Young Jeezy, Killer Mike, Jody Breeze, 4-Tre, Lil' Scrappy)



[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy) 2x]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searchin for bricks in my black tee (Crank It)
I kill in my black tee
I steal in my black tee
Im real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee (O-kay-kay-kay)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
You can catch me all in a nigga house wit a black tee
Gucci Mane, lil flair got a million dollar mouthpiece
Black Tee, black rag, even got a black mask
Leavin out ya house, thirty pounds in my book bag
Black 'lac, black tag, fin' to hit a lick again
You a head bussa put yo hand wit yo fist den
Franchise hate me, probly wanna kill me
Remixed it wit Scrappy and now the hood feel me
Fresh on the scene wit the all black shirt
Gucci so gutta he'll steal money out ya purse
Lay up in ya yard, rob ya when ya go to church
Ya love white tees now ya face on the shirt
Black tee, black beat, trappin on the front street
Got a black pistol grip pump on the seat
Black tee, O.G., nigga don't approach me
Bubble gum wappin ass niggaz can't smoke me

[Verse 2: Bun B]
It's Bun B in his black tee & G in his black tee
Reppin UGK and BAT in his black tee
Pimp in his black tee, mack in his black tee
Free Pimp C on the back of his black tee
Gucci chain swangin on the front of his black tee
Cadillac swangin, smokin blunts in his black tee
Stunt in his black tee, Ball in his black tee
It ain jus me pimpin we all got a black tee

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
And I got a 1-2 Bun
Got 36 O's for the 2-1
Jeezy bout them green guys
Got H-town goin for the ten or fives
Im talkin cornflakes
Got inner tubes wrapped in black duck tape
Say it again dawg to make sure that ya heard me
Got my four-x black tee up under my jersey

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
I got the all black Chevy on all black rims
Keep a small black gat in my all black Tims
On the all-black leather there's a all-black mack
Tryin to snatch get ya black ass blowed the fuck back
44 to ya torso 4 in ya hat
Kick doja to ya house n put it to a cataract
Gorillas wit banana clips goin monkey in the back
They'll put yo ass in that black box, laid out flat

[Verse 5: Jody Breeze]
Look I slang in my white but I bang in my black tee
Gucci on the front, Jody Breeze on the back street
Chillin by a black Cadillac on sum black feet
Scrappy in a Chevy watchin Scarface on the flat screen
Told yall constantly, ride wit the pump wit me
Yup in my black tee, wit the nine underneath
I aint gotta keep tellin yall niggaz ima G
Ima just cock back and leave sum blood on ya teeth

[Chorus]

[Verse 6: 4-Tre]
Im s-stainless in my black tee
Remainin in my black tee
On the grind cause I like to shine in my black tee
Diamond glistenin cross plus the background is a black tee
Thieve then come back sprayin rounds in my black tee
4-Tre, I want war in my black tee
Fuck them, probly neva wore a black tee
Workin in my black tee, smokin purple in my black tee
Im lookin for twelve all out yo curtain in my black tee

[Verse 7: Lil Scrappy]
Fuck a white tee, I got my black tee and vest on
Fuck a sturdy shot, I'm goin straight for the bread home
I don't know why yall niggaz dropped move b
Cause now Raheem'll show ya punk ass a tree
Bust nuts in my black tee, sluts in my black tee
Now I'm smokin nothin but blunts in my black tee
Saw me in Valve then tried to fight me
Jus the same monkey shawty don't take me lightly

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Bling Bling"
(feat. Big Tank)

"Bling Bling"
(feat. Big Tank)



[Intro]
Gucci Mane in the buildng (Gucci Gucci)
Laflare entertainment (Laflare)
Zaytoven on the track (Zay Tiggy)
That nigga Dest in the buildin (that boy Dest)
Bad Boy in this motherfucker (Bad Boy)
Big Cat in this motherfucker (Big Cat)
Is Laflare in this motherfucker? (That boy Gucci)
Yuh

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I got your budget on my neck, your deal on my wrist
Your whole entire life savings on my pinky nigga
Bling bling bling bling (bling bling bling bling)
Bling bling bling bling (bling bling bling bling)

[Gucci Mane]
See I'm smokin on some bubba kush, come from California
Funky like yo' daddy feet is stankin like ammonia
Now I got his plug with this {?} in Arizona
When I touch Atlanta they gon' tell my telephoner
Trap niggaz, rap niggaz, wish they could clone us
Icy cause I dig blue blue big bails of marijuana
Trappin has advanced from just standin on the cornah
Violators haters will be turned to organ donors
Chillin in the V.I., sippin on Corona
I'ma get some head with this this bitch like this Patrona
Stop playing games girl cause I don't condone 'em
If you want some work don't come before like it's a zoner
Fifteen inches but my rims they some grown-ups
Sucker for a minute now a nigga has done blow up
Check my BDM's, look at my spins, daily goin up
Check, check my spins, daily goin up

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Check I'm out the Folia, foolin with that Scorpion
It's mess when that bad chick stride off the rodeo
Smokin on the fire, got desire, do the holy crescent
If you ain't poppin no bottles right now (bruh ain't reppin)
I'm the freshest from dirty, Westside rollin close to {?}
From the alley, habits, might die from a overdose
On a mission my vision, clouded by the paper
Crooked, took it, cut it, shave it with the razor
Even miss my bread and butter, I ain't gettin offended
Run it not in my budget, I ain't got to share it
Who's your man? Like it, love it, not to want to play it
{?} on them thugs, money on the table
Who who play in the club? You fuckin with the mayor
I'll be damned, fresh in the mud, put you on the payroll
What'chu want? Say what you want, it's all about me
We get high and run in the hood, you fall around me

[Chorus]

[before third verse]
Big Tank, Big Cat
Let's get it in nigga
Uhh

[Big Tank]
I show you how to do this here, keep a light bluish ear
Sixty on them frightening, so you don't excite me
Haters don't like me, and I don't like you either
You mad cause I'm stacked up, and you underachiever
You see the plat' Amex, you still fuck with Visas
Vietnam, Cakalak, niggaz throw the V's up
Nigga roll the trees up, what the fuck you waitin on?
We talkin 'bout this money, so go on make a hatin song
Gucci's on my feet, but my jeans look like dollar signs
'cicles on my teeth, so I'm talkin money all the time
G's I'ma follow mine, you don't want no part of mine
Chopper in the back'll have you leapin like Impala signs
Big Tank, Big Cat, nigga what you know about it?
Sittin in the booth, and they told me bring the flow up out it
Go getter fo' sho' about it, money over e'rythang
Stackin up this paper 'til it's higher than a airplane

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Uhh

 

[fox69]

"Block Party"

"Block Party"




[Intro]
Geah, geah, Gucci
Geah, geah, Juice
Zay we eskimos
Whassup Juan T? Boss Lady?
Geah, E.A., E.A., E.A., I mean
E.A., E.A., E.A., I mean
This a block party nigga, you serve the blocks nigga
or you ain't comin nigga, geah, Atlanta

[Chorus 2X:]
It's my party, buy a dub if you want to
30 if you want to, 40 then I front you
A block on a plate, take a line if you want to
You know that you want to, I know what'chu gonna do

10 and a half, 30 bags in a drought (Gucci!)
Gucci run the 6 with a pot in the vault
Hey yeah I roll, hey yeah I steal
Hey yeah I smoke drink and pop pills (yeah)
Nigga this my party, where do you live? (Huh?)
Who let you in, how'd you get here?
Gucci go bonkers, man the flow's monster
Old folks wonder how I ride Hummer
Corvette, old school, Verte look like Tonka
Fo' deep gangsta, negro wood rocker
Chopper, flames jump out just like Flocka
Nigga drop us be missin like Jimmy Hoffa

[Chorus]

Eskimos baby, where the igloo at?
I'm double if you cut me my wet might leak out
Million dollar traphouse, and I just cashed out (whassup Juice?)
Got the red car cause it can't mace{?} out
And I bring packs out, thrice house, sex out
It's my block, this where them feds get slammed out (yeah)
and issue that crack out (yeah) two chicks at my crack house (yeah)
Can I suck your dick? Hell nah you junkie bitch
Can't touch my work or dick your worthless piece of shit
I'm up three million, and that's just here licks
I sell white icks, on to that bass bricks
Save your compartment, save the deposit
Glock no safety, I already cocked it
Gucci two bands, can't fit in a wallet
I'm all 'bout the profit, the feds keep watchin
Gucci two bands, can't fit in a wallet
I'm all 'bout the profit, the feds keep watchin (Gucci)

[Chorus]

I turned my Glock, to a Mac, with a 30 round clip
Everybody step back, I'm fin' to let this fucker rip
Nigga don't slip, sniper rifle equal
Street sweeper hit that ass here the bill on the igloo
Buy the tips, and the Glock, bet that sink your battleship
Pussy bwoy, musta thought, Gucci Mane wouldn't rip
Who the hell you think I am? Musta thought I was a bitch
Last time I took a piss, man I knew I had a dick - PUSSY!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Blow Pop"

"Blow Pop"



Ya boy, Gucci Mane speaking
Yeah, I'm home, just touchdown
I'ma dressing all these blow pops out there, yeah

Uh blow pop, that's uh straight up busta
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas

I'm looking at the world through my ice out gaze
Yuh couldn't walk uh, mile in ma brand new J's
If yuh know wut I mean
I keep court side seats like I play fo' the team

I'm killin' maself
Hold ma dick wen I rap 'cause I'm feelin' maself
Real talk yuh's uh blow pop
Get outta jail na, ya whole show stop

Yuh's uh blow pop homie
I'm independent ballin' major yuh get no pops homie
6 months plus uh bitch stop
And I ain't got time to be fucking with no blow pop

Uh blow pop, that's uh straight up busta
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas

They hatin' on Gucci Mane, that's uh blow pop move
Yuh gotta wear 20's just to fill ma shoes
See, I ain't fuckin' with blow pops
Yuh let uh, niqqa click and na yuh, stuck with uh blow pop

Yuh thought yuh wuz uh
G yuh turned out to uh blow pop
Yuh bought uh
CD na yuh noe yuhs uh blow pop

So blow pops try to kill me
Somebody set me up so tell me how am I guilty?
But I don't need no one else
'cause anytime I get in beef
I just call maself 'cause yuhs uh blow pop

Uh blow pop, that's uh straight up busta
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas

Big cat records played wut will da blood clock
Gucci on da mike talkin' 'bout all these blow pops
Man, they softer than backpack
150 grand fo ya chain can yuh match that?

Man yuh straight up bacon
And if I see yuh in the streets prolli, spit in ya face
The rap game so sleazy
They try to knock me off but aye, it ain't that easy

The blow pops I wanna blow up
Mad 'cause ma watch cost da same as uh, Porsche truck
Got lock tryin' to hold hawk
But that's wut I get man fo' fuckin' with blow pops

Uh blow pop, that's uh straight up busta
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas
I call 'em blow pops 'cause them niggas suckas