Gucci Mane - Spit In Yo Face Lyrics

What the f*ck they gon do with me?
Wop... talking bout what he gonna do to Guwoppp
Burr... Burr
Your girl, she want to do with me
Catch Up!

This f*ck nigga keep on texting my phone saying what he gon do to me
I keep two pistols usually, these f*ck niggas better bring four or three
Brick squad, this is my Faculty, always keep the trap with me
Always keep the scrap with me, give a f*ck if you don't do a song with me
Smoking on strong all day my nigga, sipping on lean, not even there
F*ck nigga test that Gucci Mane, have blood all on my Timberlands
Hey there go that Gucci Mane, do all y'all remember him?
I'm a mob nigga half Sicilian, but nah ain't ever been to Italy
Four-fifty eight from Italy, M6 came from Germany
Zaytoven my symphony, Young Jeezy my enemy
Some people say I'm crazy and I might need to take some Ritalin
Signed Black Migo Scooter so that makes Gucci a Mexican

[Hook:]
Work, spit in your face
F*ck nigga, I might spit in your face
Gucci Man, I'm a real nasty nigga
I just might just spit in your face
Gucci be the type, just spit in your face
Gucci Man, I'm a nasty nigga
Nigga, I might just spit in your face

I'm a type of nigga just spit in your face
Gucci Man's a nasty nigga
Nigga, I might spit in your face
Spit in your face
Gucci Man's a nasty nigga
F*ck nigga, I might spit in your face