Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Break Dancin"
(feat. Young Thug)

"Break Dancin"
(feat. Young Thug)



[Intro: Gucci Mane]
I woke up a legend
I went to sleep a legend
I just signed legend

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Break dancin, break dancin, break dancin
Break dancin, break dancin, break dancin
Put the nine piece off a brick and make it break dance
Chopper got you spinnin' on your head like you break dancin'
Pistol in the club will be I don't wanna break that,
Let's mack-11 I'm a make a nigga screw, like you shake that

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
My favorite weapon mack-eleven, black and red pantent leather
Was so broke in 97, pray a brick would come from heaven crib
Nigga used to laugh when I walk from both the Christian
'Cause who's laughing last I just pull up in the 9-11
Money don't make me clothes don't make me still a lot of people ain't heard of me,
They use just know me locally, now they know me globally
Atlanta over local apartment, just came back from overseas
If I can do it, you can do it,
You started with more of me,
Mama can't really do much for me,
So broke used to eat lunch for free
Best of so many people, that my brother won't even blind to me
Lord I hope that he forgive but fuck that nigga that's history,
Yeah for nigga I stole your bomb
Hope that is your mystery
And if is all about the time, you're my type this cost 80 Gs,
Get a lick for 80 P, budget on your...

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
1017 fuck them bands, we go underbase,
Got a rifle with my dog like a hunter be,
Red bottom and despite, I'm a punter
She wanna suck all of these sneakers she got hunger,
Fuck the horses on my motherfucking tires,
I splattered sacks fifth, put that on five words
Everybody with me ink, we got fiber
In the kitchen rapping rapping like a cypher,
Told you one too many times, we got dimes, it's my prime time
Round we king slime, that's my slang, cause we go behind,
We gonna drop a dime on that line,
He's a Busta line Rhymes, never commit a crime or did no time

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Break Down"
(feat. Daz Dillinger & Sy Ari Da Kid)

"Break Down"
(feat. Daz Dillinger & Sy Ari Da Kid)



[Gucci Mane:]
Started in the hood hustling
Started in the hood struggling
Started in the hood juuging

[Gucci Mane:]
Here’s a little story bout a nigga from the A-Town
Smoking up the [?], holding the gas, had to break down
Multimillionaire but man I started from a break down
If you buy a dime, sell it for 20, it’s a break down
If you buy a dub, make you two dubs, that’s a break down
If you buy a brick, make you two bricks, that’s a break down
Dimes bigger than a giant now and later, break down
Rims and tires never drove a mile, it won’t break down

[Daz Dillinger:]
You hear da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, that’s what you’re hearing
Fuck you niggas and the police, who you fearing
I’m a west coast down south nigga, all in one
On a motherfucking mission, I ain’t leaving ‘til I’m done
Man these niggas kind of fake now, ready for that shake down
Niggas popping shit, that AK, yeah how that sound?
I’m that nigga Daz, I fuck with Guwop
Try to be something you’re not, nigga need to stizzop
Bout that money money money money, that’s what you can die from
Lot of niggas die for nothing cause they didn’t have none’

[Gucci Mane:]
Here’s a little story bout a nigga from the A-Town
Smoking up the [?], holding the gas, had to break down
Multimillionaire but man I started from a break down
If you buy a dime, sell it for 20, it’s a break down
If you buy a dub, make you two dubs, that’s a break down
If you buy a brick, make you two bricks, that’s a break down
Dimes bigger than a giant now and later, break down
Rims and tires never drove a mile, it won’t break down

[Sy Ari Da Kid:]
Blow a kiss to your main bitch, watch her break down
She be like all you do is work, take a break now
Tell that bitch put that ass up with the face down
Same ho that we used to shone rappers date now
Fuck it bro, you be cuffing though, put your cape down
Fuck with me, she just want the D, shout to 8 Mile
Same clown, say they losing weight, out of shape now
Hey now, I got hella birds, think I’m A-Town
Can’t count, all this fucking gwap in my PayPal
All I want for Christmas a 380 and a tre pound

[Gucci Mane:]
Here’s a little story bout a nigga from the A-Town
Smoking up the [?], holding the gas, had to break down
Multimillionaire but man I started from a break down
If you buy a dime, sell it for 20, it’s a break down
If you buy a dub, make you two dubs, that’s a break down
If you buy a brick, make you two bricks, that’s a break down
Dimes bigger than a giant now and later, break down
Rims and tires never drove a mile, it won’t break down

 

[fox69]

"Break Her"
(with Waka Flocka Flame)

"Break Her"
(with Waka Flocka Flame)



[Intro]
Brick Squad monopoly (ugh)
You know I'ma break her
Bitch come and choose up!
I just be on hard mayne
Me and old Gucci Mane

[Waka Flocka Flame]
Shhh, be quit, shhh, be quiet
She talkin like you wired, her ass think she hired
Take you to a place real private
Vick you down and let you suck my private
I have no feelings - I'm a cold hearted nigga
You might catch me wit'cha sister, autograph my picture
I won't never kiss her, pills weed and some liquor
He might fuck 'round the liquor, I'm gon' get her Visa
You know I'ma break her, I don't hear no cake bruh
Send her out get cake bruh, bitch be back by 8 uhh
Sunshine my money maker, TT that's my down bitch
CC got real loose from that, you would give shawty a stupid check

[Chorus]
You know I'ma break her
Bitch come and choose up!
I done stepped my game up
Got a house outta her
She done bought me rings bruh
Got a chain outta her
I just pimp hard mayne
Me and old Gucci Mane

[Gucci Mane]
Break-a-Bitch College, sugar pimp knowledge
Skeet in her mouth and the bitch just swallowed
Give her guidelines and the slut just followed [2X]
I'm on mine, I gots to grind, my rhyme for a reason
Yo sis is a streetwalker, workin procedures
Baby bought me this, baby bought me that
Gave me a brick and I turned it to crack
Make me wanna fuck her, gotta come back
Lil' short thang with a ass so fast
Menages, massages, she too wild, no flaugin
She choose up, I po' up, I'm two up, she bobbin
I'm a nuisance, no nonsense
I'm a monster, no conscience
No option, who want it? Haters get left, unconscious
Grind in the 'rarri every day like a Chevy
Smoke so heavy that the dub man smell me
Used to let a boy named Luke get to me
In the club drunk got to fightin already

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Breakfast"
(with PeeWee Longway feat. Waka Flocka)

"Breakfast"
(with PeeWee Longway feat. Waka Flocka)



[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast
I take mollies, I take Xanax, I can't eat no breakfast
Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfast
A pint of lean for breakfast and I'm cookin' dope for breakfast
I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast
I take mollies, I take Xanax, I can't eat no breakfast
Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfast
A pint of lean for breakfast, I got collard greens for breakfast

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Bitin' on my lip for breakfast, can't serve that trick unless...
We on two different levels, Flock said he just came from Belgium
My trap house right off Gresham, I'm so goddamn successful
She ate my dick for dinner then she ate my lips for breakfast
Got a big booty bitch with some nice size titties
Baby so fine, gotta let her ride with me
She the type of bitch gets an F550
You the type of bitch can't get one penny
Smoke 75 blunts in one minute
I ain't finna eat no Denny's or Wendy's
I sure ain't broke and I sure ain't friendly
I don't flash shows if the show got plenty
If the show a smorgasbord then I won't get skinny
Pour the lean so dark that it look like Henny
It's breakfast time and y'all niggas come get it
If you wanna go to war, pussy nigga I'm with it
I peeped it, you piece of shit
Try to creep on, nigga, I seen it
Put a beam on a nigga for treason
I'll kill a fuck nigga, no reason

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Pocket full of mollies, blow them pounds out the window
Diamond Cuban gold link chain cost a kilo
Get it fronted by amigo, plus I got a hit single
Motherfuck these niggas, what the Hell they sayin'?
Crossed over, still stay 'hood
Steel top on my Phantom hood
Can't cook dope but a nigga shoot good
Got your baby mama walkin' on my hardwood
Orange juice and five Backwoods for breakfast
80, 000 dollars on a young nigga necklace
Can't hit the club if them hoes ain't naked
Waka Flocka Flame is so damn reckless
Niggas puttin' bands on they head, just wreck it
Pocket full of hundreds, don't do no debit
Only smoke gas, you smoke unleaded
Brick Squad hittin' lanes, found the exit
Smoke another pound, my nigga
Where the fuck you from? Throw your 'hood up, nigga
Diamonds in my mouth, can't do golds, my nigga
Shorty be boozed, kicked back on the leather
Keep it real, chase cheddar
She'll fuck for some red-bottoms and a Givenchy sweater
That hoe ain't shit – type of bitch that set me up
PeeWee in the cut with a scrap and a double cup
She ain't see him...

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 3: PeeWee Longway]
In the morning I'm still geekin', lickin' Miley Cyrus for breakfast
Three bad bitches from the Playboy Mansion,
I'm PeeWee Longway Hefner
Got pink double-sealed in my refrigerator, I pour mud up for breakfast
Got a place, said he want a load of collard greens
Meet me on Metropolitan at the Burger King
Went out for breakfast, nigga, me and Waka and Gucci
Just finessed it up, $4, 000 gas, pass in a Bentley truck
We eat rats, that's how we get full
If you a rat, we got the semi-auto full, boy
Took your ice in, that shit, I ain't Bird
Catch a tail from the light I'll come and make this year
2013 I tip, tryna calm my whip
Rappers talkin' 'bout the table, countin' up my chips
Sippin' on mud, drinkin' out the mug
With a nigga misses, boy, I know he pissed
Lean got me trippin', is it workin'? Shit...
One day, I ain't gon' hurt you, bitch
Y'all know the rest, it's my breakfast, bitch
Trust me not, punk, fuck you, shit
Molly on me, bitch, the lean on me, bitch
Go ahead all with them hash and grits

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Brick Fair"
(feat. Future)

"Brick Fair"
(feat. Future)



Holiday season bitch
Shouts out 10 17 brick squad
Waka what it do? Monopoly
You know it is A1 what up?
I see the future
Holiday season

Ever since I got brick fair
I never look back there
If you ain't from the zone six
Then Shorty don't go there
I might die a bachelor
Girlfriend, I don't want that
I already smashed her
So don't even go there
Ever since I got brick fair

Said them boys don't play fair
I'm from east atlanta zone six
And the kid got rich there
Hell yea we got bails there
And you know we got bricks there
If the police pull me over
I'll probably get the damn chair
First one off the bench nigga
You can call me The Six Man
A lot of squares in my living room
Aka I'm The Brick Man
And I heard that you a snitch player
So we gon throw you in the ditch player
The way I wrestle with the work nigga
People call me Rig Flare

Ever since I got brick fair
I never look back there
If you ain't from the zone six
Then Shorty don't go there
I might die a bachelor
Girlfriend, I don't want that
I already smashed her
So don't even go there
Ever since I got brick fair

Dirty as fuck, dirty ass pistol
My lil a goon in the hood, an' he just wait for me to hit 'em
Do you got a body for me beggin on the line
And when I do it would you do or not
Hit 'em in the head
I had a extra five pushin weight like I'm doing exercise
Moving up the interstate and I got the bales an' pies
I go Pauli Castellano
I'm a mafia Santano
I got accepted to the mob and i think
I'm Tony Soprano
Without the TV you wanna be me if you see me
This A1 FBGB we hit onxy on our PT
He water all our CG
I make real movies in HD
I'm an astronaut in my real life
I promise you can't see me

Ever since I got brick fair
I never look back there
If you ain't from the zone six
Then Shorty don't go there
I might die a bachelor
Girlfriend, I don't want that
I already smashed her
So don't even go there
Ever since I got brick fair

 

[fox69]

"Brick N a Brick"
(feat. Blaze Servin)

"Brick N a Brick"
(feat. Blaze Servin)



[Verse 1:]
Young niggas with these old dogs
Got a young bitch and I'm hood rich
My old money for this new club
In this strip club getting group hugs
I got busy kids, I got fresh weed
Totter real hard on Venice Beach
Talk to the a-attire, but ain't no telling bout me
Cuz that lil nigga got spazzed out
Baby girl I'll overwork ya
Ain't that clip would pay ya
And I ain't mean confiscate
We walk around better be careful
These niggas might snatch my house from me
See them around better pray ya
Cuz a nigga might snatch your air from ya
Let me tell ya something about me
Thirteen year old's already a O.G
Selling big weed
Big bra sit me thirty p
Steal the shirt right off your back cuz I'm a fucking thief
J's off the street, call me black with the gold teeth
Pistol whip your cousin now a nigga got both teeth
Keep it brief, where you speak
Cuz you talkin' to a chief
Shootin' like no Chief Keef
Check it with ya homies
Shoot you with yo own gun
Running from your own peace
Rob ya dead put some change on yo kid with yo own cheese
Long money, long gun short pace and short sleaze
Brick N a brick man I put that in my Rollie

[Chorus:]
Brick N a brick man I put that in my Rollie [x2]
Brick N a brick, brick brick brick, brick N a brick
Brick brick brick, brick N a brick man I put that In my Rollie
Brick N a brick man I put that in my Rollie [x2]
Brick N a brick and a brick and a brick
Then I put then I then I get it in my Rollie

[Verse 2: Blaze Servin]
She goin' Pedro
My amigos no quevo
Diego got yayo
My bitch looking like J-Lo
My diamonds Bugatti
They drive like a fossil
Got bus's like Jabari
God damn my plug in the waters
I got nuggets like Quincy Miller
I'm dealing go figure
I throw it from filling rivers from SD to fillers
Got them houses like [?]
Got them dolphins from Florida
I own them horny's like Jordan
Now you think I got this foreign
Sellin' brick after brick and
My Rollie watch mash my pinkie
Gettin' bread like I'm pinkie
Smoking kush and I'm stinkin'
Flipping bricks
Hittin' licks
Hunnid blue like a Crip
Red bottoms on my kicks
On my way to chop my biggie

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Brick Phone"
(feat. IceWear Vezzo & Lil Flash)

"Brick Phone"
(feat. IceWear Vezzo & Lil Flash)



There's only one thing I know certain
That's that I'ma get my clique on
I'm in the kitchen gettin' my wrist on
Don't call your bitch, I bet your bitch gone
See this spot here just serve one purpose
In twenty minutes thirty bricks gone
All my prepaid, so yeah my brick phone
Designer drugs, I got your bitch on

[Icewear Vezzo:]
Panamera cost eighty grand
Born in the 80s, I'm the 80s man
Yellow rollie cost another forty
Sit it on the table, that's a table dance
Fuck the talkin', I just want the acky
I'm the drank God, bitch say "amen"
I be countin' chicken that's two hundred strong
Bitch I'm everything that I say I am
Meet me and Wap, yeah we trap for real
On the block, and the trap for real
Zone 6 to the 6, nigga
Five rights, I'ma crack a seal
These niggas, I don't crack a smile
You don't know my hood, niggas jack to live
Got more screw than your rapper deal
I just stack my ends off of crackin' pills

There's only one thing I know certain
That's that I'ma get my clique on
I'm in the kitchen gettin' my wrist on
Don't call your bitch, I bet your bitch gone
See this spot here just serve one purpose
In twenty minutes thirty bricks gone
All my prepaid, so yeah my brick phone
Designer drugs, I got your bitch on

[Lil Flash:]
G-Got three iPhones and two flip phones
That's what I like to flip on
I flip it like a gymnast
Lil' bitch your bricks is what you sit on
I-I know one thing that's for certain
If you look wrong, I'ma blow ya
That's me and yo bitch, and that molly and some coca
Off a Xan bar I might fall over and doze off
Bricks in the trunk, can't see no road block
She don't want exotic drugs while I'm on my brick phone
Blowing gas like Citgo while balling just like Jim Jones
On that bubble flow, got Timbs on
Now I can not tip-toe
I slice you just like Kimbo
I taste Xans just like mentos
Ten-four, police comin', I jump out that window
Out back is the Limo, if you scoot we shoot your dimple
You wanna P.T. from me, but all the bricks on
This brick phone gon' have your wrist phone

There's only one thing I know certain
That's that I'ma get my clique on
I'm in the kitchen gettin' my wrist on
Don't call your bitch, I bet your bitch gone
See this spot here just serve one purpose
In twenty minutes thirty bricks gone
All my prepaid, so yeah my brick phone
Designer drugs, I got your bitch on

 

[fox69]

"Bricks"
(feat. Yo Gotti & Yung Ralph)

"Bricks"
(feat. Yo Gotti & Yung Ralph)



[Intro: Yo Gotti]
It's ya boy yo gotti
Chea
Gucci mane the flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat nigga
And it's a street nigga holiday
My Nigga D.J Holiday
Chea

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Bricks
All white bricks
Off white bricks
Light tan bricks
Just hit a lick, For 50 more bricks
Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks
Bricks
36 zips
That's a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
Yea that make sense
Yea I make hits
But I still take bricks

[Verse 1: Gucci mane]
So icy c.e.o, I'm a fool with the snow
They think I'm puttin' v.v.s jewels in the coke
My watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold 20
And after this flip I'm quittin' the trap cold turkey, Sike!
The pack in and I'm workin'
Drought season in, charged ya ass a whole 30
But right now you can get it for a low number
The fish scale white, Same color my hummer
Zone 6 polar bears never see summer
It's winter all year cause the birds fly under
95' Air Max cause I'm a dope runna'
I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper I'ts

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Bricks
All white bricks
Off white bricks
Light tan bricks
Just hit a lick
For 50 more bricks
Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks
Bricks
36 zips
That's a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
Yea that make sense
Yea I make hits
But I still take bricks

[Verse 2: Young Ralph]
I'm like a waitress in the trap I got somethin' to serve
That's 16 bars, Same price for a bird
What you need a bird?
Or A Couple Pounds?
I'm on Cleveland Ave, You know my side of town
So many bricks I can build my own apartment
Ya better a check, When ya come in my department
Yes I break em' down
And I sell em' whole, Try me watch ya whole crew fall like some dominoes
I got a trap house
And a trap car
100, 00 off a cap, That's a trap star
All this smoke got me feelin' real nauseous
Ridin' with them bricks got me feelin' real cautious

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Bricks
All white bricks
Off white bricks
Light tan bricks
Just hit a lick
For 50 more bricks
Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks
Bricks
36 zips
That's a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
Yea that make sense
Yea I make hits
But I still take bricks

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Tony Montana, All I have in this world
Is my 100 round chopper and my white girl
Oil base bricks, Shit hard to cook
Call the plug back, Tell him he got took
Know what that mean? The shit free
That mean none for him, And more for me
I took somethin', I'm gutta bitch
Don't trust me dog, This that North Memphis shit
Old school, New Porsche
Couple choppas just in case they wanna go to war bricks
A.k.a my best friend
28 inch rims call em' grown men
Dope stepped on, Call it step child
I got that Slim Shady, We call it 8 Mile
I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown
Gotti Street, And nigga that's my brick house

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Bricks
All white bricks
Off white bricks
Light tan bricks
Just hit a lick
For 50 more bricks
Balling like a bitch, with all these bricks
Bricks
36 zips
That's a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
Yea that make sense
Yea I make hits
But I still take bricks

 

[fox69]

"Bring It On"

"Bring It On"


[Intro:]
Seven baby, yea
I'm talking to you
What?
Tell em bring it on

[Hook:]
Chilling in the club with this Rolex on
Two bad bitches, tell em bring it on
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, what's that?
Guwap in this bitch, I got it going on
Got your girlfriend's number in my cellphone
Cellphone, tell her bring it on
Bring it on, nigga what?

[Verse 1:]
Got my top drop riding all summer long
Bad bitch in a thong, keep your panties on
Keep your panties on, fuck her while you're home
Call me Mr. Wrong

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
You don't like Gucci, but your bitch do
And you ain't even pay me for that shit I fronted you
And you couldn't even be the Guwap if you wanted to
These bitches on to you, but that's the shit that money do
These snitches like the [?], man they just as honest
I heard they told em, fuck that I just spent 20 at honors
The fuck they throwing rocks at us, I know they got binoculars
Tell em that the Bentley that I got collect 400 books
A million cash'll shut you up, birthday bash at echo's bus
With foreign bitches smoking weed, I know the bus [?] lean
I scratch some more, we smoking weed
I cook a key up, [?] key
That's less for you but more for me
I'm on the streets but bless the beat

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Brinks"
(feat. Master P)

"Brinks"
(feat. Master P)



[Intro: Master P (Gucci Mane)]
Ungghhhhh... Gucci!
(Big Gucci) It's yo' time
I'ma give you the blueprint
Ain't nobody harder
We got money in the matress, old money
I got credit cards, Gucci got cash money

[Gucci Mane]
It's the billion kid, Gucci, we went half on a bank
I'm a walkin {?} happenin, I live in a tank
He go hard in the paint, he got hard at the bank
Waka Flocka, Gucci Mane, I'm goin hard on the drinks
And I get pussy every day, I guess you is what you drank
Cause y'all pussycat is bigger than the diamonds in my rang
Who is I? {?} done run off with the scrubs
Duck or neck, but you didn't share the love with the thugs
And the rap game paralyze the street life, I'm not sellin drugs
I'm, selling CD's globally, my Brinks truck pullin up
I get offers for a million dollars just to throw it up
I made two thundred thousand today I feel like throwin up
Gucci

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I got Hummer trucks, pullin up, but I'm buyin other trucks
Master P and Gucci Mane done pulled up in the wealth with our
Brinks... we threw our rap in the rink
Chop Squadron pullin up, drophead pullin up
Drop dead, I don't skate, froze up, we pullin up
Brinks... we threw our rap in the rink
Up, the {?} bad nigga, Brinks

[Master P]
I'm 'bout to pull a Mike Vick on 'em dude
Get money, street boys; I love the kid
Iced green Peedy, I got the streets heated
I left a minute now I'm back the game really needs me
Gucci Mane called me, man I got that flipper
Everybody come and tryin to get in my hair for dipper
With that dola, trap boy, granolas
Brick Squad soldiers, gon' run 'til it's over
I had chills for a minute, still screamin No Limit
Had changed my life, dem fools thought I wasn't in it
Drumma B and we winnin; and y'all never done it
Tried to play the game but none of y'all never won it
Don't need to be replaced - I'm already a legend
From the streets to the hood to my little brother up in heaven
I'm a ghetto star

[Chorus]