Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Brought Out Them Racks"
(feat. Big Sean)

"Brought Out Them Racks"
(feat. Big Sean)



[Verse 1:]
You're boyfriends an alcoholic
But Gucci is a reefer chiefer
You're girlfriends a penis eater
I swear she's a people pleaser
I'm pouring up 2 liters
And riding in 2 seaters
Sipping on mojitas
One mill on my wife beater
Holiday season aye
You're boyfriends an alcoholic
But Gucci is a reefer chiefer
You're girlfriends a penis eater
I swear she's a people pleaser
I'm born of 2 leaders
And riding in 2 seaters
Sipping on mojitas
One mill on my wife beater

[Verse 2:]
Parley with white people,
Really don't like people
Party tonight but you must
Go with the right people
Bigger than life nigga,
Came with a knife nigga
And if I'm ending his life
He found out I'm fucking his wife
Leave her

[Verse 3:]
Gucci's a custom adept
Sex with no feelings attached
Puts on my bachelor pad
Prior the top is detached
Poppin' and humping and dripping and something
Damn you're good as one hell of a woman
You telling me something, then telling me nothing
I think about something that keep me from cumming

[Chorus:]
I brought them racks out to play aye mane
I brought them racks out today say mane
I put the racks in your face aye mane
I brought them racks out to safe say mane
I brought them racks out to play aye mane
I brought them racks out today say mane
I put the racks in your face aye mane
I brought them racks out to safe say mane

[Verse 4:]
OK my crib looks like Baywatch
Don't quit your day job
She walking with nothing
But she leaving my tank top
Lately I've been seeing
More champagne than rain drops
B.I.G only thing missing is
Puff saying we can't stop
Rolling with Jigga but
I'm not a Nets fans
Everything green around me
Like I'm a Jets fan
If it's green and I burn it
This weed and cash I deserve it
My car and girl both German
Said she Oh I need a surgeon
I've been running to the money
And it feels like
I'm racing a turtle, skirt
But boy I got rich so early
I swear I gave my money a curfew
Now all of you niggas alert you
'Cause I got the bitch that you cant take
Drunk of pussy and champagne
And you ain't gonna do a damn thing

[Chorus:]
I brought them racks out to play aye mane
I brought them racks out today say mane
I put the racks in your face aye mane
I brought them racks out to safe say mane
I brought them racks out to play aye mane
I brought them racks out today say mane
I put the racks in your face aye mane
I brought them racks out to safe say mane

 

[fox69]

"Bullet Wound"
(feat. Lil Wayne & Young Scooter)

"Bullet Wound"
(feat. Lil Wayne & Young Scooter)



[Intro:]
Gucci Mane the player, millionaire but don't give no care
Tote my pistol anywhere, go to war with a grizzly bear
Burn your house with your kids in there
Call the folks how? I have been in there
AK in my ceiling there - drop top V, 12 cylinders...

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane the player, millionaire but don't give no care
Tote my pistol anywhere, go to war with a grizzly bear
Burn your house with your kids in there
Call the folks how? I have been in there
AK in my ceiling there - drop top V, 12 cylinders
Your girl never had Christian Louboutins so I bought her a pair
Really it's not an affair, 'cause she fucked a millionaire
Mack 10 with a cooler, fool
These fuck niggas with bullet wounds
Stitchin' hangin out my britches, you can see this from a distance
I've got Bloods and Crips with 30 clips
Fresh ass nigga with a dirty pistol
I'm the same nigga that fucked your sister
You so broke, can't buy no pistol
I'll buy your bitch, I'll buy your life
Don't know when, but your mom'll miss you
Every day I'm on driver, nigga - never catch me in neutral
I ain't doin nothin' in reverse
Well lose you, nigga, now converse
See the concert of my convert
Got the right plan but the wrong purse
I've got yellow gold, I've got rose gold
I've got pink diamonds like Starburst
I don't rehearse, I don't plan first
That nigga strong, hook, I called the right person

[Hook: Lil' Wayne]
Yellow bone, butt naked
If the pussy wack, eject it
Man all my hoes be actin' like detectives
But I don't give a fuck, and if I did I would give it to you
That rainbow has two colors – rhythm and blues, yeah...
I just hope for the time, my time's only...
Say we runnin' out of time, tell that to a time bomb, yeah
Then she kiss me on my bullet wound
Who are you? 'Cause motherfucker I'm me
Fuckin' right - and if she say she catchin' that nut, I throw a strike
I can't believe it's butter, go get my butter knife
Shoot a nigga twice in case he live a double life
Lil Tunechi, yeah...

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Shorty pussy wet, the dope drippin' wet
I live a double life, I got a stupid dumb chick
I do the shit that rappers do without a rap check
I shit on hoes and pour up fours, I got street respect
I'll hit you with that carver, you won't live a double life
I hit you niggas last week, so I got double strike
Foreign bad bitch and she fuckin' on sight
I go Hublots, I got Rollies, I got ice on top of ice

[Hook: Lil' Wayne]

 

[fox69]

"Bum Bum"

"Bum Bum"


[Intro:]
Uh
It's Gucci
Livin' Legend
I'm a legend

[Chorus:]
I'm glad that this game so easy to me
Bu-Bum Bu-Bum Bum
God thanks for sending this dope to me
Bu-Bum Bu-Bum Bum
Got his F&N in his car with me
Bu-Bum Bu-Bum Bum
God thank you for sending this bomb to me
Bu-Bum Bu-Bum Bum

[Verse 1:]
I'm rollin' and I'm gone off ecstasy
Hoes keep saying I'm sexy man
I don't believe nothin' I see or hear
Cause half of that shit ain't real to me
I got a nigga rollin' with me he'll kill for me
I got another nigga like to do deals for me
My daddy was a hustler apple don't fall far from the tree
And I am Gucci Mane my son is gone be a G (Bu-Bum Bu-Bum Bum)
Got that gun with me
Got two hundred round drums in the car with me
I'm bustin blunts got ten cigars with me
I'm gettin' head got a Porno star car with me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Like MJ in Thriller man I dance with monsters
Even right now it's a thief amongst us
Sometimes I know that it's a snitch amongst us
And they gone come out and then my goons gone hunt ya
I got straps like super country
White couch, headshot, decorate your fun-ture
Oops I meant furniture but damn I fronted ya
He ran off with the pack so I had to punish him
Torture two days and I need some answers
Chain so sick prolly got breast cancer
Yellow diamond rolly time piece bananza
I'm ballin' hard R. Kelly party fiesta
R. Kelly numbers {when I ask my investors?}
Sixteen year old white girls to stretch ya
And you can't comprehend cause I'm too over your head bruh
Seven days a week I'm gone pull up in a red car
I'm super duper high and I'm super successful
Hundred pounds I break it down Five pounds the extra
Bullets go through ya head {who nexta, who nexta, nexta?}
I'm talkin' to ya now but I don't like to lecture

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Buttnaked"

"Buttnaked"


[Hook: x2]
I drop the top and now I got it buttnaked
I flash a couple ones and now she buttnaked
I took the diamonds out and now it's buttnaked
It's worth 100 thousand and it's buttnaked

[Verse 1:]
My money doin kart wheels and summersaults
Don't blame it on my car, it's the summer fault
I'm poppin out the sunroof, peek-a-boo
Your swag was last seen on the local news
And I'm a nice guy but my wrist rude
Bitches wanna tie me up like loose shoes
The necklace on my chest cost me 300 bonds
200 thousand dollars, plus another one
50 thou, I blew that shit
Look I quick around through that shit
Walkin in the club like who that click
Look how far I threw that shit
Baby girl, let's do it quick
Damn I forgot I knew that shit
Pound of weed, I blew that shit
With the niggas that I make music with
Lil mama come slide through
Take her friend, she can ride too
I live in a igloo, a condo with a side view
I'm pretty confused, ain't no regular dude
Them 21's and 22's
It's a Transformer, it's a robot
It do everything I tell it to

[Hook: x2]
I drop the top and now I got it buttnaked
I flash a couple ones and now she buttnaked
I took the diamonds out and now it's buttnaked
It's worth 100 thousand and it's buttnaked

[Verse 2:]
It's codeine mixed with Sprite but still we call it juice
Isn't it ironic that I'm smoking fruits?
I'm coolin in my cutlass though baby blue
Them 24's look like it got on Daisy Dew's
And even though these bitches say I'm brand new
I fuck em then I go get something brand new
I cut it off the top like a barber do
And every day my crew gon throw a barbecue
Open up the door, you get a better view
I make it look real good but that's what cheddar do
I'm bankin out on purpose like I'm showin proof
I'm fresher than a lil kid home from med school
And cash rules everything around me
If you ain't getting money get from round me
Yellow black forgies like a bumblebee
And if she ain't a dime she ain't my cup of tea

[Hook: x2]
I drop the top and now I got it buttnaked
I flash a couple ones and now she buttnaked
I took the diamonds out and now it's buttnaked
It's worth 100 thousand and it's buttnaked

 

[fox69]

"Cali"
(feat. Young Scooter)

"Cali"
(feat. Young Scooter)



[Hook:]
OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)
Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going)
I am not a rapper (uhuh uhuh)
I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)
OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)
Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going)
I am not a rapper (uhuh uhuh)
I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)
I got OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali
Nigga OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali nigga
OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali
And I am not a rapper

[Verse 1:]
Some valleys in Cali, went from her watches to Bentley
Pop your pussy for papi, she put a break in the bust
Gave up then reach her to heaven and told her act like you're pregnant
I eat boxes for breakfast
Put yo Cali not Texas
I've got a girl that could told it
And police she floated
It's when it's reach to the postal
She think it act like she blowed it
Got her connect on the open,
More power than Oprah
I got 500 OG's in, the gangsters work, don't you know it?
Man I'm always with the dope
I'm blowin the smoke
I'm tryna lock down the city and I'm a lock down the coast
And I'm El Chapo with the choppas
Knock the meat out yo tonsils
And I'm on scooter, the one going
I got 20 retracted

[Hook:]
OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)
Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going)
I am not a rapper (uhuh uhuh)
I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)
OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)
Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going)
I am not a rapper (uhuh uhuh)
I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)
I got OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali
Nigga OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali nigga
OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali
And I am not a rapper

[Verse 2:]
Money walkin in my Bentley, smoking on a pound of Cali
OG kush that's all I smoke
That blue dream bush and you can't have it
Ran off on my flow from Cali
He was doing too much camping
When bro had to work my magix
4-4-80 every rapper
Nigga that's what a pound weigh
Swag, bands and bricks of yay
10 inch blunts, we roll em up the long way
Yea, I'm smoking on that California
I got some gutter bitches, most my bitches foreign
Yea, I wake up count my money every morning
Got a house full of guests but ain't no stoves homie
We got cheap cheap prices, drug house rollin
Racks stacked to the ceiling, banks came for it

[Hook:]
OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)
Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going)
I am not a rapper (uhuh uhuh)
I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)
OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)
Going back to Cali (I'm going, I'm going)
I am not a rapper (uhuh uhuh)
I got OG bags from Cali (OG, OG)
I got OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali
Nigga OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali nigga
OG bags from Cali, OG bags from Cali
And I am not a rapper

 

[fox69]

"Camera Ready"

"Camera Ready"


Crazy Mane, with the crazy chains
Got these bitches at the telly doing crazy thangs
What you bitches know about the Gucci Mane?

HOLIDAY SEASON!

[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane]
[?] ain't a thang, call me Gucci Mane
I got these bitches taking pictures of my candy chain
I'm just a rich, wealthy nigga, kind of weird and strange
But I stay dead fly like a private plane
If you don't know about the ki, then I must explain
Everything that I got, owe it to cocaine
I'm insane in the brain like Saddam Hussein
I'm fire: propane, I'm a boiling flame
I came, I conquered, I did my thang
Dropped my chain, then I changed the game
Two dames on the train, got that English brain
Cause my money real long like a modern train

[Hook - Gucci Mane]
Is your camera ready?
Hold your camera steady, hold your camera steady
I stay camera ready

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane]
Gucci Guwop up in the drop playing 2Pac
Taking 2 shots of Ciroc, then drop some [?]
Taking some blocks off the top, I gotta rerock
42 grams in my pants, now that's a Teton
The hustler don't stop on my block
They sell sheet rock
Keeping score, deadin your ass and tell you kick rocks
Gram after gram, yes I am, I got a weak spot
Last couple days, I got high as a teapot
Way to make bills off the deal, I got the [?]
Niggas got mills on the deal, I pulled the cigar
Half of a bill off this shit, then I'm a nigga
Count all my money with my chain, then we gon get out

[Hook]
Is your camera ready?
Hold your camera steady, hold your camera steady
I stay camera ready

[Verse 3 - Gucci Mane]
It's the crazy Mane with the crazy chains
Got these bitches at the telly doing crazy thangs
I dunn camouflaged the flow so it's pure ?
Got a deal for the labor, so it's more to gain
I am so untame, y'all niggas are lame
Treat your bitches like a whore, treat em all the same
You gon take her to the store, by the bitch a ring
She gon beg me for some more, want a catchy drank
60 grand in my pocket, that's a drop-top Stang
What you bitches know about the Gucci Mane?
I'mma shave it off the top, get some extra caine
If you ain't getting money, you should be ashamed!

 

[fox69]

"Can't Interfere Wit My Money"
(feat. OG Boo Dirty)

"Can't Interfere Wit My Money"
(feat. OG Boo Dirty)



[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I done robbed niggas, been robbed nigga
I done shot niggas, been shot at nigga
If you love your niggas you fire for your niggas
Call Waka my nigga, I die for my niggas
Spent seventy-five on this Rollie'
Told her four-five like the police
[?] ho, come show me
Big Gucci O.G. like Tookie
If you told her why just like Pookie
Then I'm a gonna have to kill a junky
Since Nino snitched at the end my nigga he cannot be my role model
Like Big Meech, like John Gotti
I ain't never told on nobody
Got tear drops, but nobody
Blew your brains out your head to make you think about it
I'm cancerous, on the dangerous
And I don't need no nigga, I can handle this
I got good aim, I don't panic quick
And I have a nigga funeral candle lit
Like Dunk say, you wanna rob nigga, well me and you probably on the same shit
This ain't a lick, and I don't know you
'For I shake your hand, I put a hole in it

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
You ain't gonna bring me my bread nigga, can't interfere with my money
I'm a put change on your head nigga, can't interfere with my money
Heard you snitching to the feds nigga, they can't interfere with my money
I ain't got time to be playing with ya', can't interfere with my money
Heard you ain't got no money no more, but it can't interfere with my money
Say that you running up on me nigga, but it can't interfere with my money
Fronted you some and you still ain't paid, but it can't interfere with my money
Like I'm a bitch, I'm gon' let you play, but it can't interfere with my money

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
See the rap game like the trap game, so you can't interfere with my money
Treat these rap niggas like little kids, when you do wrong you get punished
I'm an M.C. but I'm from the street, these fuck niggas ain't one-hundred
Got [?] on my handgun, so my nine hold 'bout two-hundred
Seen a YouTube, 'bout a nigga saying that he gon' do me then run it
But the only thing he gon' do is start running when I start gunning
'For I talk to you I'm busting nuts, [?] crack your bone marrow
Let your brother be your [?], shoot you in your head like [?]
All my niggas got pistols on 'em, all my guns got extensions on 'em
[?] your favorite rapper turned victim homie
And no witnesses to be snitching on me
Say the nigga died with his pistol on him
Crime scene, taking pictures of him
Had a [?] funeral and a shower for him
When you see the nigga, lay a flower on him

[Hook]

[Verse 3: OG Boo Dirty]
Gangster as I wanna be, mobbing to the third degree
No nigga gon' fuck with me, I keep them shooters 'round me
And I don't really fuck with nigga, why the fuck they trying me?
My hand where that nine be, two shots through your eyelids
These rap niggas getting distorted, that's why I'm glad I'm a trap nigga
Million dollar strap nigga, brains in your lap nigga
O.G. of my city, check my status nigga
Shooting like John [?] nigga
My goons automatic nigga
When it's time to ride out, my niggas don't hide out
Choppers in the hideout, time to break the iron out
We killing for them rubber bands, bombing like Afghanistan
Pull up in a Hummer truck, spit fire out like I'm drummer boy

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Can't Trust Her"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan)

"Can't Trust Her"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan)


Ooh, ooh

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho)
I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)
That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)
Sign that, thanks for stealin' I'm a kill her
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Drop, Phantom, [?], Rolls
Tripped her out her panty hose
She heard Gucci Mane's a dog (woof)
You know the way I handle hoes
All my hoes got bitches too
All my guns come with extensions
Girl who the fuck you talkin' to?
Better watch your tone and get out my business
She always home I'm always gone
Ho stick to me just like cologne
Kush, we still go off that strong
I smell like five pounds of [?]
She won't believe me, she won't believe me
She don't believe me, she don't believe me
G-G-Gucci Mane be real and flexin'
I can buy thirty five SS's
She call my phone I hit decline
And I ain't fine with fuckin' textin'
Cold dirty world you better wear your boots
You know it's hurtin' me to hurt you it hurts me too
I know I got a cold heart but baby not about you
I know I lie but if the shoe shines you lie too
My ride or die bitch she gone and I miss my boo
I ride by you in the coupe fuck I miss my roof

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho)
I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)
That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)
Sign that, thanks for stealin' I'm a kill her
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Who? Rich Homie baby
First of all, I can't trust no woman
So baby leave, all my bitches
Take off like Bessy Coleman
Bitch you freakin', niggas ain't speakin'
Let them know this
Them niggas leachin', give me back
All my shit you owe me
That trigger squeezin', shootin'
At all these motherfuckers
Breakin' on polices, fuck dinner trays
Got three covers
Straight out them trenches
Me and my nigga workin' double
He love them millions
Know what the crazy thing is?
I hate I love 'em (I do)
Oh, me and Guwop straight up East Atlanta with it
Word around town? (What's that?) Your new drop rented
(I know) I got loose knots in my denim (yeah)
And a shoe box full of binges (Rich Homie)
Two shots and I'm in 'em

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho)
I swear that I can't put no one above her (what)
That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it)
Sign that, thanks for stealin' I'm a kill her
Swear I can't love her, can't trust her
I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her

 

[fox69]

"Cant Handle Me"
(with Young Dolph feat. Young Scooter)

"Cant Handle Me"
(with Young Dolph feat. Young Scooter)



Yeah! Black migo gang
Bentley mulsanne I treat it like a trap car
WOOOP! WOOOP! God damn that's a squad car
They gave me life and I'm a try to jump the barbed wire
They pulled her over with the pack, she the foul one
It's gu-ap, big dog, you the small guy
I made you dope jump, I try to make the pot cry
I was a snotty nosed brat, that was '85
Know about the pussy, made it come up by this 9 to 5
And if I choke on the chicken, oh you'll all die
No shoe strings in my loafers, I got mall ties
Get on these number lines and I'm understanding no line
He doing fifty, he may never see the sun shine

[Hook: x2]
I can't let you handle me, I can't let you handle me
All these bitches scandalous, I can't let you handle me
All my niggas dangerous, I can't let you handle me
Hotter than a candle B, I can't let you handle me!

I'm the king of the street, the South ain't big enough
I had to take the throne, he ain't hood enough
Fake rappers, why the fuck you rap the hood for?
The young niggas starving, no that ain't no pull up
You rather be rich and famous, I rather be rich
Cause you could die famous and won't have shit
The street farmers, I put life insurance on bricks
So every time you buy ten, you get an extra ten
Stand down, busting juugs, turn me to a super-star
Five hundred dollars in the swisher smoking caviar
Known as a real street nigga, that's who I do it for
Me and Gucci remix in the kitchen, adding bricks up

[Hook: x2]
I can't let you handle me, I can't let you handle me
All these bitches scandalous, I can't let you handle me
All my niggas dangerous, I can't let you handle me
Harder than a candle B, I can't let you handle me!

Oh, I'm countin money in my bachelor plaid chilling
Runnin circles round these square ass niggas
Selling dope and fucking hoes
My bitch say she can't handle me
At Benihana's use my Gucci scarf for fucking handkerchief
Promethazine and kush, that's my recipe
I sleep walk and count money, nigga, I don't go to sleep!
All this designer, oh, how could you not notice me
We're just shitting on the industry like we supposed to be!
My window down my weed lit
I'm fresh as fuck, yo bitch with her hair up
Her hair blowin she rollin up
In a mini coupe goin 150
I hit the gas, I'm turnt up
Now, I'm smoking gas, going 160
I heard they're looking for me, I'm in Castalia, nigga come get me!

[Hook: x2]
I can't let you handle me, I can't let you handle me
All these bitches scandalous, I can't let you handle me
All my niggas dangerous, I can't let you handle me
Harder than a counter B, I can't let you handle me!

 

[fox69]

"Cant Walk"
(feat. Wooh Da Kid)

"Cant Walk"
(feat. Wooh Da Kid)



[Verse 1:]
I told you grind and go hard, don't even play with the deal
The bitch so fine I stay away from the chick
Her ass so fat I gotta pay for the shit
No lies, she's so bad you take a trip with the bitch
White girl in the bedroom pillow talk in this shit
Michael Jackson, chest of diamonds, moonwalk in this shit
She got some hips bigger than a hippopotamus ape
Tryna put the dick all in yo esophagus babe
She second week, oh get some barbs, I said let's eat on the way
I'm tryna leave a good impression, bitch you're right on yo face
She told me Gucci you a dog, I told her give me a break
I'll take you anywhere you want except take you on a date

[Hook:]
Damn, damn, I swear these niggas in trouble
Pockets so fat that I can't walk, walk
I swear these bitches in trouble
So geek'd off that she can't talk, talk
These diamonds got me so turnt up
Yo bitch choosin me so how it's my fault, fault?
She feelin us so she think that she so turnt up
I told er get er shit and get out my house

[Verse 2:]
Gucci Gucci, that's my motherfuckin dog
BSM, going hard, we be putting on
Woo Da Kid thuggin like the '94 Pac
100 round drum, bug got 94 shots
Diamonds got me turnt, yo bitch on my dick
Everything squad baby, everything brick
We be going hard nigga, we be on our shit
Brand new 40 with a stupid rubber grip
I be on my grind, swear you niggas over with
Brick Squad all foreign, we exposin shit
My pockets so dumb that I can't walk
If we ain't speakin money then it ain't no need to talk, Squad!

[Hook:]
Damn, damn, I swear these niggas in trouble
Pockets so fat that I can't walk, walk
I swear these bitches in trouble
So geek'd off that she can't talk, talk
These diamonds got me so turnt up
Yo bitch choosin me so how it's my fault, fault?
She feelin us so she think that she so turnt up
I told er get er shit and get out my house