Gucci Mane - Volume Lyrics

[Hook:]
I'm so mothaf*ckin turned up right now (volume)
Someone please turn Gucci Mane down (volume)
Bricksquad thugged out we don't give a f*ck (volume)
We hit the club, shoot the club, tear the club up (volume)
So you should hit the floor get low and shut up (volume)
Hit the floor get low and shut the f*ck up (volume)
Yous a bitch yous a snitch you a mothaf*ckin scrub (volume) [x2]

[Verse 1:]
I pulled up in a 4 door porshe set trippin
3 young dread head niggas ridin with me
I don't think they like me and I don't like em neither
But if they move wrong I'll red up they white beater
I do it for da hood I do it like no equal
I do it for the red black yellow white people
I just bought a kay, Just the other day
And I don't play with grown men I don't like to play
Bitch please you a hater mane Gucci got pillows of weed on hy momma hoe
Niggas hang on me I don't give a f*ck right now
Well you niggas keep on trying like the lil engine that could
You think you can you think you could I think you pussies should

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[Verse 2:]
Call me Gucci flocka flame I den changed my name
Call me frenchie mane la flare gucc the kid it's all the same
I be runnin gunnin stuntin with 100 killers ridin
You snitchin bitchin tattle tellin scared to stand beside me
I just bought another house just to house my goons
So icey entertainment boy we just like a platoon
The colors in my chain remind me of a cartoon
I merk yo boy in march, you find that boy the june
I wish they found him august so that's like too much too soon
His face was swoll and puffy bout the color of a prune
Bricksquad movement and no your not apart of it
Me waka and woo juice and frenchie mane started it

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[Verse 3: Wooh the kid]
Iced out bar, got me ballin like the lakers
Homicide around the corner where you in jamaica
My volume on max you boys better run
I'm a nigga with an attitude holdin on the gun
17 niggas I left 16 hit last nigga hit the corner got his whole head split
Told you your a goner I'm a leave you dead quick I'm like [? ]
Wooh the kid thugged out we don't give a f*ck
Let your soul meet the sole of the bottom of my chucks
Black car black tint with the baby tags stay low to the floor
My midget out bag. I said my midget out the bag

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