Zaytoven
Ziggy
Mike Will
Mike WiLL Made It
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
F*ck the feds, f*ck the police, f*ck the DEA
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Ex-drug dealer, used to sell a brick a day
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Recovering drug addict, I used to drink a pint a day
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Recovering drug addict, I used to smoke a pound a day
It's Gucci
No sleep
I'm outchea
Zwizzop
Mike Will Made It
When the sun comes out it takes the rain away
But just like Noah it been rainin' the last 40 days
Takin' pain pills, tryna take the pain away
Sold my first 8-ball and bought me my first pair of J's
Momma cussing out these disrespectful ass J's
They knockin' on the door, know I'm just in the 7th grade
I'm mixin' codeine pills and molly in a lemonade
I feel like briscuit so damn high, might just die any day
For all you junkies that's addicted, please don't get offended
I'm a recovering drug addict and that's not my intention
That OG gas hit my mailbox like a magazine subscription
My doctor in the feds for writing bad prescriptions
I got so drunk I left Privé and I crashed a Bentley
I'm a mathematician
I'm too stoned to miss it
I got the best intentions but I made rash decisions
Throwin' cash at bitches
Spend like half a chicken
Before I started rapping I was worth half a ticket
Took your stash to get it
Or spent it so fast it's silly
I drop the top on my Rolls Royce, I ride past the prison
They hate with a passion, I guess that's the new fashion, is it
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
F*ck the feds, f*ck the police, f*ck the DEA
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Ex-drug dealer, used to sell a brick a day
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Recovering drug addict, I used to drink a pint a day
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Recovering drug addict, I used to smoke a pound a day
F*ck the feds, f*ck the police, f*ck the DEA
I can't even sleep, I can't even sleep, I can't even sleep
Gucci Mane - Everybody Looking Album Lyrics
Gucci Mane - Everybody Looking Lyrics
Writer: RADRIC DAVIS, XAVIER DOTSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Out Do Ya
If I ain't a millionaire then my lil boy can grow a pussy
If Guwop ain't bout his business then Popeye must be a sissy
And if you ain't getting money I don't wanna talk to ya
Cause how you let a nigga in the feds out do you
I'm not politically correct cause I ain't no politician
I can't hang round none of you niggas cause you niggas might be snitchin'
But I ain't gotta deal with you, I ain't eat with you
How you bitches let these bogus ass niggas sleep with you
I can't live with you lay with you, take that pussy with you
I can't put up with you I ain't got free dick to give you
They tried to cool with ya chill with ya take no pictures
The f*ck I look like standing by you police ass niggas
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
Your pockets in the red and I don't wanna talk to you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
I'm laughing to myself cause these rappers so broke
They sold no dope they don't want no smoke
How they let a nigga in the feds out do em
I ain't got no rap I let my chopper talk to em
A nigga need me, I don't need no nigga
I'm the shooter and the boss I don't need no killer
The money that he make don't make me richer
I'm the slickest nigga walkin' I don't need no feature
Sittin on the hood of my brand new Bentley
Old neighborhood with some brand new jewelry
Big diamond rings like a old school preacher
Bitch let a nigga out the feds come beat ya
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
Your pockets in the red and I don't wanna talk to you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
If Guwop ain't bout his business then Popeye must be a sissy
And if you ain't getting money I don't wanna talk to ya
Cause how you let a nigga in the feds out do you
I'm not politically correct cause I ain't no politician
I can't hang round none of you niggas cause you niggas might be snitchin'
But I ain't gotta deal with you, I ain't eat with you
How you bitches let these bogus ass niggas sleep with you
I can't live with you lay with you, take that pussy with you
I can't put up with you I ain't got free dick to give you
They tried to cool with ya chill with ya take no pictures
The f*ck I look like standing by you police ass niggas
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
Your pockets in the red and I don't wanna talk to you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
I'm laughing to myself cause these rappers so broke
They sold no dope they don't want no smoke
How they let a nigga in the feds out do em
I ain't got no rap I let my chopper talk to em
A nigga need me, I don't need no nigga
I'm the shooter and the boss I don't need no killer
The money that he make don't make me richer
I'm the slickest nigga walkin' I don't need no feature
Sittin on the hood of my brand new Bentley
Old neighborhood with some brand new jewelry
Big diamond rings like a old school preacher
Bitch let a nigga out the feds come beat ya
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
Your pockets in the red and I don't wanna talk to you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
How you let a nigga in the feds out do you
Writer: RADRIC DAVIS, XAVIER DOTSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Back On Road
[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Zone six!
[Hook: Drake]
I got money that I saved then I'm back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe cause I'm back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I'm back on road
If you wasn't there for me when I was all alone
Then btich don't expect no love when I'm back
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm just an East Atlanta nigga with a body on this belt
I done had a million beefs but I ain't never call for help
I'll take a nigga bricks and I done took a nigga reup
Put that pistol on your partner made him piss all on himself
Got your bitch so pissy drunk
That she done threw up on herself
'Fore I send her back to you
She gon' have Guwop on her breath
I'm the last real nigga left
I'm on an island by myself
I'm my only competition so I'm battling with myself
Facing prison, drug addiction
It's like I'm battling with myself
I done shook up all my demons
Now I'm back to myself
You didn't keep it real nigga so just keep it to yourself
Waiting on Gucci Mane to call you
Nigga better not hold your breath
[Hook: Drake]
I got money that I saved then I'm back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe cause I'm back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I'm back on road
If you wasn't there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don't expect no love when I'm back
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
These niggas faking like they happy but they mad I'm home
I'm the 2K16 Al Capone
I slap a nigga with a strap and then I throw him a hammer
He be like "f*ck going to trial, man just throw me the money"
Can't eat, can't sleep, man I miss these skreets
Muhammad Ali and these skreets miss me
I went from trappin' on the block to niggas trappin' for me
I left the trappin' went to rap thought you'd be happy for me
And then your jealousy turned to hate
And you wrote a statement on me
But when they let me out the gates
My bitch was waiting on me
See I ain't mad at you homie, we ain't got no beef
But I ain't got no rat for you, I know you must love cheese
[Hook: Drake]
I got money that I saved then I'm back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe cause I'm back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I'm back on road
If you wasn't there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don't expect no love when I'm back
Zone six!
[Hook: Drake]
I got money that I saved then I'm back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe cause I'm back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I'm back on road
If you wasn't there for me when I was all alone
Then btich don't expect no love when I'm back
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm just an East Atlanta nigga with a body on this belt
I done had a million beefs but I ain't never call for help
I'll take a nigga bricks and I done took a nigga reup
Put that pistol on your partner made him piss all on himself
Got your bitch so pissy drunk
That she done threw up on herself
'Fore I send her back to you
She gon' have Guwop on her breath
I'm the last real nigga left
I'm on an island by myself
I'm my only competition so I'm battling with myself
Facing prison, drug addiction
It's like I'm battling with myself
I done shook up all my demons
Now I'm back to myself
You didn't keep it real nigga so just keep it to yourself
Waiting on Gucci Mane to call you
Nigga better not hold your breath
[Hook: Drake]
I got money that I saved then I'm back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe cause I'm back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I'm back on road
If you wasn't there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don't expect no love when I'm back
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
These niggas faking like they happy but they mad I'm home
I'm the 2K16 Al Capone
I slap a nigga with a strap and then I throw him a hammer
He be like "f*ck going to trial, man just throw me the money"
Can't eat, can't sleep, man I miss these skreets
Muhammad Ali and these skreets miss me
I went from trappin' on the block to niggas trappin' for me
I left the trappin' went to rap thought you'd be happy for me
And then your jealousy turned to hate
And you wrote a statement on me
But when they let me out the gates
My bitch was waiting on me
See I ain't mad at you homie, we ain't got no beef
But I ain't got no rat for you, I know you must love cheese
[Hook: Drake]
I got money that I saved then I'm back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe cause I'm back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I'm back on road
If you wasn't there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don't expect no love when I'm back
Writer: RADRIC DAVIS, AUBREY GRAHAM
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Waybach
Way, lemon
Way, way, way, way, way
Wap, wap, wap
It's Gucci! Wizzop
Ridin' in the 'Bach with the seat way back
This white on white Maybach, I call it payback
Yeah you know I f*ck with Zaytoven, we go way back
I'd rather rap a Zay track than a Dre track
Catch me flushin' down the street with the top way back
I had to give these bad bitches somethin' to wave at
Man y'all know I f*ck with Mike Will, we go way back
Now let's bring the trap back nigga, Gucci Mane back nigga
I'm the bestest, I'm the freshest ever stepped on the scene
I mean what I say, I say what I mean
Keep a rocket in my pocket like my name was Hakeem
Somebody had the picture, she thought it was a dream
A college chick dream big man on campus
All these folks impersonate me like Elvis
Too much sauce and I'm not selfish
I rule with a nine bitch wrapped in Velvet
The seat way back and the top laid back
Her waist real small but that ass real fat
She get turnt up and you can't turn back
She make my dick stand up, I push them legs way back
Ridin' in the 'Bach with the seat way back
This white on white Maybach, I call it payback
Yeah you know I f*ck with Zaytoven, we go way back
I'd rather rap a Zay track than a Dre track
Catch me flushin' down the street with the top way back
I had to give these bad bitches somethin' to wave at
Man y'all know I f*ck with Mike Will, we go way back
Now let's bring the trap back nigga, Gucci Mane back nigga
I'm the slickest, I'm the richest ever rapped on the track
In the S600 with the seat way back
1017 mob boss, I don't play that
I'll get your whole head knocked off if you say that
I had a long nosed .38 way way back
I sent a nigga to the pearly gates way-way back
They thought that Gucci Mane was soft now they don't think that
Please get that devilish juice away from me, I don't drink that
My own clothing line Delantic, yeah I read that
You heard Atlantic dropped Gucci? Why would they do that?
I lost 200k in Vegas, yeah man I blew racks
Man get these broke ass niggas away from me, they ain't worth two stacks
It's Gucci
Ridin' in the 'Bach with the seat way back
This white on white Maybach, I call it payback
Yeah you know I f*ck with Zaytoven, we go way back
I'd rather rap a Zay track than a Dre track
Catch me flushin' down the street with the top way back
I had to give these bad bitches somethin' to wave at
Man y'all know I f*ck with Mike Will, we go way back
Now let's bring the trap back nigga, Gucci Mane back nigga
Way, way, way, way, way
Wap, wap, wap
It's Gucci! Wizzop
Ridin' in the 'Bach with the seat way back
This white on white Maybach, I call it payback
Yeah you know I f*ck with Zaytoven, we go way back
I'd rather rap a Zay track than a Dre track
Catch me flushin' down the street with the top way back
I had to give these bad bitches somethin' to wave at
Man y'all know I f*ck with Mike Will, we go way back
Now let's bring the trap back nigga, Gucci Mane back nigga
I'm the bestest, I'm the freshest ever stepped on the scene
I mean what I say, I say what I mean
Keep a rocket in my pocket like my name was Hakeem
Somebody had the picture, she thought it was a dream
A college chick dream big man on campus
All these folks impersonate me like Elvis
Too much sauce and I'm not selfish
I rule with a nine bitch wrapped in Velvet
The seat way back and the top laid back
Her waist real small but that ass real fat
She get turnt up and you can't turn back
She make my dick stand up, I push them legs way back
Ridin' in the 'Bach with the seat way back
This white on white Maybach, I call it payback
Yeah you know I f*ck with Zaytoven, we go way back
I'd rather rap a Zay track than a Dre track
Catch me flushin' down the street with the top way back
I had to give these bad bitches somethin' to wave at
Man y'all know I f*ck with Mike Will, we go way back
Now let's bring the trap back nigga, Gucci Mane back nigga
I'm the slickest, I'm the richest ever rapped on the track
In the S600 with the seat way back
1017 mob boss, I don't play that
I'll get your whole head knocked off if you say that
I had a long nosed .38 way way back
I sent a nigga to the pearly gates way-way back
They thought that Gucci Mane was soft now they don't think that
Please get that devilish juice away from me, I don't drink that
My own clothing line Delantic, yeah I read that
You heard Atlantic dropped Gucci? Why would they do that?
I lost 200k in Vegas, yeah man I blew racks
Man get these broke ass niggas away from me, they ain't worth two stacks
It's Gucci
Ridin' in the 'Bach with the seat way back
This white on white Maybach, I call it payback
Yeah you know I f*ck with Zaytoven, we go way back
I'd rather rap a Zay track than a Dre track
Catch me flushin' down the street with the top way back
I had to give these bad bitches somethin' to wave at
Man y'all know I f*ck with Mike Will, we go way back
Now let's bring the trap back nigga, Gucci Mane back nigga
Writer: RADRIC DAVIS, XAVIER DOTSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Pussy Print
Wizop
Yeezy Mane
(Mike Will Made It)
Bitch stop the comparisons, I'm not these other artistses
I'm Gucci Mane, the player, my neck on that real retarded shit
Keep a towel with me cause my watch be drippin' water, bitch
And I only feature Kanye 'cause we both some f*ckin' narcissists
Narcissistic tendencies with psychopathic pockets, bitch
My bank account is crazy bitch, I think it needs some medicine
My straight jacket Givenchy-enchy-enchy, can't even pronounce that shit
Designer jeans, designer drugs, just bought me a designer bitch
Why this bitch keep hitting my line? She knowing she ain't a no dime and shit
Knowing I ain't got no time to waste be f*ckin' around with no nickle bitch
A nigga pinching pennies but I'm out here making these millions
Bitch don't ask me who I'm voting for 'cause I got all the presidents
My bitch walk 'round in lingerie, out there, she think she elegant
There's an elephant in the room, guess who's the motherf*ckin' elephant? (It's Gucci)
Maybach in the garage, yellow fader in the residence
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Me and Guwop, making super moves
Making stupid cash, stack it through the roof
You don't f*ck with me, the feeling mutual
I'd feel the same if I drove that Subaru
We hit the city, the old me going OC
How a friend only gonna watch that, it's so weak
Seven times in a row, I could go the whole week
I could take you from the nosebleeds to the floor seats
But I need that, in the sauna
In the bathroom, at your mama's
Like a pornstar, I'm a monster
You a dancer on the camera
In the G-string, girl I want you
At the concert, at the condo
In my bedroom, in the guestroom
In the restroom, f*ck it every room
Tryna see that
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Yeezy Mane
(Mike Will Made It)
Bitch stop the comparisons, I'm not these other artistses
I'm Gucci Mane, the player, my neck on that real retarded shit
Keep a towel with me cause my watch be drippin' water, bitch
And I only feature Kanye 'cause we both some f*ckin' narcissists
Narcissistic tendencies with psychopathic pockets, bitch
My bank account is crazy bitch, I think it needs some medicine
My straight jacket Givenchy-enchy-enchy, can't even pronounce that shit
Designer jeans, designer drugs, just bought me a designer bitch
Why this bitch keep hitting my line? She knowing she ain't a no dime and shit
Knowing I ain't got no time to waste be f*ckin' around with no nickle bitch
A nigga pinching pennies but I'm out here making these millions
Bitch don't ask me who I'm voting for 'cause I got all the presidents
My bitch walk 'round in lingerie, out there, she think she elegant
There's an elephant in the room, guess who's the motherf*ckin' elephant? (It's Gucci)
Maybach in the garage, yellow fader in the residence
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Me and Guwop, making super moves
Making stupid cash, stack it through the roof
You don't f*ck with me, the feeling mutual
I'd feel the same if I drove that Subaru
We hit the city, the old me going OC
How a friend only gonna watch that, it's so weak
Seven times in a row, I could go the whole week
I could take you from the nosebleeds to the floor seats
But I need that, in the sauna
In the bathroom, at your mama's
Like a pornstar, I'm a monster
You a dancer on the camera
In the G-string, girl I want you
At the concert, at the condo
In my bedroom, in the guestroom
In the restroom, f*ck it every room
Tryna see that
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print
Writer: Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman Brown, Radric Delantic Davis, Marquel Middlebrooks, Michael Len Williams, Kanye Omari West, Cydel Charles Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Pop Music
Mike Will
Pow
Pow, pow
Pow, pow
Pow
Pow
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I'm hearing rumors that my label 'bout to drop Gucci
In my convertible Rari they call me Drop Gucci
Rappers having conventions on how to stop Gucci
They know my Glocks sing my hooks and we call it pop music
We call it pop music, we call it pop music
My choppers sing all my hooks and I call it rock music
The studio is the house, so we making house music
Come ride with me through the six and see how the South do it
Cause I got old [?] but I'm on old [?]
But I'm so East Atlanta, still got all my old hammers
Take my 44 handle, shot through the door panel
F*ck all that rap beef, let's have a gun battle
I'm hearing rumors that my label 'bout to drop Gucci
In my convertible Rari they call me Drop Gucci
Rappers having conventions on how to stop Gucci
They know my Glocks sing my hooks and we call it pop music
We call it pop music, we call it pop music
They know my Glocks sing my hooks and we call it pop music
We call it pop music, we call it pop music
My choppers sing all my hooks and I call it rock music
I think it's funny how y'all think cause y'all don't really know
These niggas acting like they ballin' but they really broke
The trap God, I make it rain and I make it snow
I use my money as a blanket, it was better cold
In Buckhead in a drop head, pulled me over Laney's row
Versace slippers with the matching Saint glass, hiss and roll
I bulletproofed the sprinter cause I got a hundred foes
I spent a million, so how the f*ck am I not gonna get parole?
I feel like Lester Coke, cause I don't touch the dope
You feel like Lester man, you took the [?] for the folks (snitches)
Don't think that I don't know they wish I was on death row
But imagine how these crackers feel that I moved next door
I'm hearing rumors that my label 'bout to drop Gucci
In my convertible Rari they call me Drop Gucci
Rappers having conventions on how to stop Gucci
They know my Glocks sing my hooks and we call it pop music
We call it pop music, we call it pop music
They know my Glocks sing my hooks and we call it pop music
We call it pop music, we call it pop music
My choppers sing all my hooks and I call it rock music
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Pow
Pow, pow
Pow, pow
Pow
Pow
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I'm hearing rumors that my label 'bout to drop Gucci
In my convertible Rari they call me Drop Gucci
Rappers having conventions on how to stop Gucci
They know my Glocks sing my hooks and we call it pop music
We call it pop music, we call it pop music
My choppers sing all my hooks and I call it rock music
The studio is the house, so we making house music
Come ride with me through the six and see how the South do it
Cause I got old [?] but I'm on old [?]
But I'm so East Atlanta, still got all my old hammers
Take my 44 handle, shot through the door panel
F*ck all that rap beef, let's have a gun battle
I'm hearing rumors that my label 'bout to drop Gucci
In my convertible Rari they call me Drop Gucci
Rappers having conventions on how to stop Gucci
They know my Glocks sing my hooks and we call it pop music
We call it pop music, we call it pop music
They know my Glocks sing my hooks and we call it pop music
We call it pop music, we call it pop music
My choppers sing all my hooks and I call it rock music
I think it's funny how y'all think cause y'all don't really know
These niggas acting like they ballin' but they really broke
The trap God, I make it rain and I make it snow
I use my money as a blanket, it was better cold
In Buckhead in a drop head, pulled me over Laney's row
Versace slippers with the matching Saint glass, hiss and roll
I bulletproofed the sprinter cause I got a hundred foes
I spent a million, so how the f*ck am I not gonna get parole?
I feel like Lester Coke, cause I don't touch the dope
You feel like Lester man, you took the [?] for the folks (snitches)
Don't think that I don't know they wish I was on death row
But imagine how these crackers feel that I moved next door
I'm hearing rumors that my label 'bout to drop Gucci
In my convertible Rari they call me Drop Gucci
Rappers having conventions on how to stop Gucci
They know my Glocks sing my hooks and we call it pop music
We call it pop music, we call it pop music
They know my Glocks sing my hooks and we call it pop music
We call it pop music, we call it pop music
My choppers sing all my hooks and I call it rock music
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Writer: RADRIC DELANTIC DAVIS, MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave, ST MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave, ST MUSIC LLC
Guwop Home
[Young Thug & Mike WiLL Made It:]
Mike Willy with me nigga
Free Guwop
We no longer miss you, yeah
I know Guwop home
We no longer miss you
Mike WiLL Made It
[Young Thug & Gucci Mane:]
Dream, it's a young nigga dream, yeah
Money tall like I'm Charlie Sheen, yeah (Wop)
I'm a blood but I got on blue jeans
Nigga act so tough and startin' a scene
In Blue flame, I'm the trap God
Throwing green rain
Nice guy, mean chain
Pull up in a cream Range
Orange seats, orange feet
What do all that orange mean?
Old rich ass nigga I got everything
[Gucci Mane:]
Rose gold watch, but my bottle pink gold
Three red hoes walking round in red rose
Can't stay the night I'm not the type to be on Skype
Foo' wrote me off, said that I was gone, that was a typo
Take a white girl out a trailer make her Iggy
Take a black bitch outta Magic make her Nicki
Pissy yellow Rollie, baby pissy on her feelings
My young bitches show respect they call me Mr. Millions
Brown skin chick and she love to wear purple
Her nails purple, lips purple, pussy hair purple
Big titty Amazon in my black Benz
I'm rich black man got a couple white friends
[Young Thug & Gucci Mane:]
Dream, it's a young nigga dream, yeah
Money tall like I'm Charlie Sheen, yeah (Wop)
I'm a blood but I got on blue jeans
Nigga act so tough and startin' a scene
In Blue flame, I'm the trap God
Throwing green rain
Nice guy, mean chain
Pull up in a cream Range
Orange seats, orange feet
What do all that orange mean?
Old rich ass nigga I got everything
[Young Thug:]
My teeth white like a toilet tissue
Stop the cappin', boy you know you missing
We hit the lobby then we saw you kissing
Lil momma crazy she gon' try and kill you
I got the weed, bring the molly with you
I got the syrup, bring the Jolly Ranchers
You talk to 12 we gon off your body
You tripping boy you need some knowledge in you
Boss man from the 1248
Wasn't playing, nigga, 1248
Living good, everyday my birthday
Pockets full of money match the big cake
National bid day
Free the Wop nigga, National Siblings Day
Call the dentist day
Pull up to the public, come and see the bae
Ran it up to the top
Get out and ran it back to the top
Flood your ear you neck your wrist your fingers
And put it all on the rocks
Say Guwop home and yeah it's official
What's wrong with you?
[Young Thug & Gucci Mane:]
Dream, it's a young nigga dream, yeah
Money tall like I'm Charlie Sheen, yeah (Wop)
I'm a blood but I got on blue jeans
Nigga act so tough and startin' a scene
In Blue flame, I'm the trap God
Throwing green rain
Nice guy, mean chain
Pull up in a cream Range
Orange seats, orange feet
What do all that orange mean?
Old rich ass nigga I got everything (It's Gucci!)
[Young Thug:]
Big Guwop home
We no longer miss you
I know Guwop home
We no longer miss you, hey
I can't wait
Ran it up to the top
Get it out and ran it back to the top
Flood your ears you neck your wrist your fingers
Blood, all my hoes can rock
Say Guwop home and yeah it's official
What's wrong with you
Mike Willy with me nigga
Free Guwop
We no longer miss you, yeah
I know Guwop home
We no longer miss you
Mike WiLL Made It
[Young Thug & Gucci Mane:]
Dream, it's a young nigga dream, yeah
Money tall like I'm Charlie Sheen, yeah (Wop)
I'm a blood but I got on blue jeans
Nigga act so tough and startin' a scene
In Blue flame, I'm the trap God
Throwing green rain
Nice guy, mean chain
Pull up in a cream Range
Orange seats, orange feet
What do all that orange mean?
Old rich ass nigga I got everything
[Gucci Mane:]
Rose gold watch, but my bottle pink gold
Three red hoes walking round in red rose
Can't stay the night I'm not the type to be on Skype
Foo' wrote me off, said that I was gone, that was a typo
Take a white girl out a trailer make her Iggy
Take a black bitch outta Magic make her Nicki
Pissy yellow Rollie, baby pissy on her feelings
My young bitches show respect they call me Mr. Millions
Brown skin chick and she love to wear purple
Her nails purple, lips purple, pussy hair purple
Big titty Amazon in my black Benz
I'm rich black man got a couple white friends
[Young Thug & Gucci Mane:]
Dream, it's a young nigga dream, yeah
Money tall like I'm Charlie Sheen, yeah (Wop)
I'm a blood but I got on blue jeans
Nigga act so tough and startin' a scene
In Blue flame, I'm the trap God
Throwing green rain
Nice guy, mean chain
Pull up in a cream Range
Orange seats, orange feet
What do all that orange mean?
Old rich ass nigga I got everything
[Young Thug:]
My teeth white like a toilet tissue
Stop the cappin', boy you know you missing
We hit the lobby then we saw you kissing
Lil momma crazy she gon' try and kill you
I got the weed, bring the molly with you
I got the syrup, bring the Jolly Ranchers
You talk to 12 we gon off your body
You tripping boy you need some knowledge in you
Boss man from the 1248
Wasn't playing, nigga, 1248
Living good, everyday my birthday
Pockets full of money match the big cake
National bid day
Free the Wop nigga, National Siblings Day
Call the dentist day
Pull up to the public, come and see the bae
Ran it up to the top
Get out and ran it back to the top
Flood your ear you neck your wrist your fingers
And put it all on the rocks
Say Guwop home and yeah it's official
What's wrong with you?
[Young Thug & Gucci Mane:]
Dream, it's a young nigga dream, yeah
Money tall like I'm Charlie Sheen, yeah (Wop)
I'm a blood but I got on blue jeans
Nigga act so tough and startin' a scene
In Blue flame, I'm the trap God
Throwing green rain
Nice guy, mean chain
Pull up in a cream Range
Orange seats, orange feet
What do all that orange mean?
Old rich ass nigga I got everything (It's Gucci!)
[Young Thug:]
Big Guwop home
We no longer miss you
I know Guwop home
We no longer miss you, hey
I can't wait
Ran it up to the top
Get it out and ran it back to the top
Flood your ears you neck your wrist your fingers
Blood, all my hoes can rock
Say Guwop home and yeah it's official
What's wrong with you
Writer: RADRIC DAVIS, JEFFREY WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Gucci Please
Gucci Please, tell me that you love me
Can I be your main squeeze
Tell me that you love me, Gucci Gucci Gucci Please
Tell me that you love me can I be your main squeeze
Tell me that you love me, tell me tell me Gucci please
Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please, Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please
Tell me that you love me, Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please
Baby freeze, I know a nigga look like 900 keys
Baby say my ring look like a hundred Ps
I got college bitches fallen out calm down breath
If you knock me off the stage I'mma have to leave
I'm bout to drop the top so I can feel the summer breeze
Its a cold blooded motherf*ckin rollie on my sleeve
It feels like I'm the freshest nigga out or is it me
He getting a lil' money but that nigga isn't me
J-U-I-C-Y I'm the one girls wanna see
G-U-W-O-P I'm the one boys wanna be
Lil mama got her hair fixed is hers or it weave
Shit I don't give a damn just know that you look like a queen
Gucci Please, tell me that you love me
Can I be your main squeeze
Tell me that you love me, Gucci Gucci Gucci Please
Tell me that you love me can I be your main squeeze
Tell me that you love me, tell me tell me Gucci please
Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please, Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please
Tell me that you love me, Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please
Can we pretend that I'm your man
And that makes you my girlfriend
And we have a one night stand
In my brand new benz
And we ain't gotta worry bout nobody peeping in
The windows tinted black so it ain't no lookin in
Bitches talking bout my house
I think they tryna climb the fence
They say they want my dick to mouth its a bigger vent
Pool in my backyard do you like to swim
Cause imma work you out and I'm not talking bout the gym
Gucci just got out but god damn he goin in
These lil' boys don't ball like guwop they play above the rim
Women on my page like damn he gettin slim
Caucasian women see me and be like is it really him
Gucci Please, tell me that you love me
Can I be your main squeeze
Tell me that you love me, Gucci Gucci Gucci Please
Tell me that you love me can I be your main squeeze
Tell me that you love me, tell me tell me Gucci please
Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please, Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please
Tell me that you love me, Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please
Can I be your main squeeze
Tell me that you love me, Gucci Gucci Gucci Please
Tell me that you love me can I be your main squeeze
Tell me that you love me, tell me tell me Gucci please
Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please, Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please
Tell me that you love me, Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please
Baby freeze, I know a nigga look like 900 keys
Baby say my ring look like a hundred Ps
I got college bitches fallen out calm down breath
If you knock me off the stage I'mma have to leave
I'm bout to drop the top so I can feel the summer breeze
Its a cold blooded motherf*ckin rollie on my sleeve
It feels like I'm the freshest nigga out or is it me
He getting a lil' money but that nigga isn't me
J-U-I-C-Y I'm the one girls wanna see
G-U-W-O-P I'm the one boys wanna be
Lil mama got her hair fixed is hers or it weave
Shit I don't give a damn just know that you look like a queen
Gucci Please, tell me that you love me
Can I be your main squeeze
Tell me that you love me, Gucci Gucci Gucci Please
Tell me that you love me can I be your main squeeze
Tell me that you love me, tell me tell me Gucci please
Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please, Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please
Tell me that you love me, Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please
Can we pretend that I'm your man
And that makes you my girlfriend
And we have a one night stand
In my brand new benz
And we ain't gotta worry bout nobody peeping in
The windows tinted black so it ain't no lookin in
Bitches talking bout my house
I think they tryna climb the fence
They say they want my dick to mouth its a bigger vent
Pool in my backyard do you like to swim
Cause imma work you out and I'm not talking bout the gym
Gucci just got out but god damn he goin in
These lil' boys don't ball like guwop they play above the rim
Women on my page like damn he gettin slim
Caucasian women see me and be like is it really him
Gucci Please, tell me that you love me
Can I be your main squeeze
Tell me that you love me, Gucci Gucci Gucci Please
Tell me that you love me can I be your main squeeze
Tell me that you love me, tell me tell me Gucci please
Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please, Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please
Tell me that you love me, Gucci, Gucci Gucci Please
Writer: RADRIC DELANTIC DAVIS, MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Robbed
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain't ashamed to say I got robbed
Its a beautiful day someone gone get robbed
They wonder why I'm looking for people to rob
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain't ashamed to say I got robbed
Its a beautiful day someone gone get robbed
They wonder why I'm looking for people to rob
I still think about the day that I was robbed
Young and invincible I thought that I was hard
But ain't no games being played in [?]
That shit get ugly down there like Bubba Sparks
They'll take the food off your plate and you'll starve
In East Atlanta even robbers getting robbed
Them niggas hungry and they need a meal card
They make a king pin get a real job
I done robbed niggas I done got robbed
I done sold soft and I done sold hard
I done got away and I done got caught
So if I'm crazy then it ain't my fault
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain't ashamed to say I got robbed
Its a beautiful day someone gone get robbed
They wonder why I'm looking for people to rob
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain't ashamed to say I got robbed
Its a beautiful day someone gone get robbed
They wonder why I'm looking for people to rob
I remember when I hit my first lick
Dough came of with the first key
I had a chick named Angel so thick
She watch me come up from a [?] to a brick
I know that karma is a bitch real shit
But I don't rob one nigga I rob clicks
The niggas I came up with got no sense
Break in your house ask them they don't know shit
They snatch you up and make you call your folks
And tell them go and get all your dough
Don't bring em to em [?]
Man I don't play no games my four slick
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain't ashamed to say I got robbed
Its a beautiful day someone gone get robbed
They wonder why I'm looking for people to rob
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain't ashamed to say I got robbed
Its a beautiful day someone gone get robbed
They wonder why I'm looking for people to rob
Rob!
Ain't ashamed to say I got robbed
Its a beautiful day someone gone get robbed
They wonder why I'm looking for people to rob
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain't ashamed to say I got robbed
Its a beautiful day someone gone get robbed
They wonder why I'm looking for people to rob
I still think about the day that I was robbed
Young and invincible I thought that I was hard
But ain't no games being played in [?]
That shit get ugly down there like Bubba Sparks
They'll take the food off your plate and you'll starve
In East Atlanta even robbers getting robbed
Them niggas hungry and they need a meal card
They make a king pin get a real job
I done robbed niggas I done got robbed
I done sold soft and I done sold hard
I done got away and I done got caught
So if I'm crazy then it ain't my fault
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain't ashamed to say I got robbed
Its a beautiful day someone gone get robbed
They wonder why I'm looking for people to rob
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain't ashamed to say I got robbed
Its a beautiful day someone gone get robbed
They wonder why I'm looking for people to rob
I remember when I hit my first lick
Dough came of with the first key
I had a chick named Angel so thick
She watch me come up from a [?] to a brick
I know that karma is a bitch real shit
But I don't rob one nigga I rob clicks
The niggas I came up with got no sense
Break in your house ask them they don't know shit
They snatch you up and make you call your folks
And tell them go and get all your dough
Don't bring em to em [?]
Man I don't play no games my four slick
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain't ashamed to say I got robbed
Its a beautiful day someone gone get robbed
They wonder why I'm looking for people to rob
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain't ashamed to say I got robbed
Its a beautiful day someone gone get robbed
They wonder why I'm looking for people to rob
Rob!
Writer: RADRIC DAVIS, XAVIER DOTSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Richest Nigga In The Room
Yeah, brr
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Look at me, I'm the richest nigga in the room
'89, '96, 2002
I was selling dope before they thought it was cool
I was the brokest damn nigga in the school
Remember they was laughing at me pointing at my shoes
Back in '92 I was a social recluse
'96 I bought me a caprice coupe
I shot it to the first nigga sold me a deuce
Yeah the first nigga sold me a deuce
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga
I'm the Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me I'm the richest nigga in the room
2002 I was wild as hell
Trapper and a rapper I'mma sign myself
A lotta people didn't believe time would tell
Had this dark skin girl she was dark as hell
22 years old 90 days in jail
The only thing I'm try do is buy a red Chevelle
This money on my head cause I robbed a we'll
Burned all my bridges time to sink or swim
You a man or a mouse hammer head or brim
Bitch Imma hard head cause I'm hard to kill
They say Gucci Mane's a cutthroat he probably is
He'll rob steal and kill and he probably will
They say Gucci Mane a jack boy he probably is
He'll rob steal and kill and he gone off them pills
Gucci
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga
I'm the Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me I'm the richest nigga in the room
You know I f*ck with zaytoven we go way back
I'd rather rap a Zay track than a Dre track
You know I f*ck with Mike Will
Now they screaming trap back Gucci Mane back nigga
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Look at me, I'm the richest nigga in the room
'89, '96, 2002
I was selling dope before they thought it was cool
I was the brokest damn nigga in the school
Remember they was laughing at me pointing at my shoes
Back in '92 I was a social recluse
'96 I bought me a caprice coupe
I shot it to the first nigga sold me a deuce
Yeah the first nigga sold me a deuce
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga
I'm the Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me I'm the richest nigga in the room
2002 I was wild as hell
Trapper and a rapper I'mma sign myself
A lotta people didn't believe time would tell
Had this dark skin girl she was dark as hell
22 years old 90 days in jail
The only thing I'm try do is buy a red Chevelle
This money on my head cause I robbed a we'll
Burned all my bridges time to sink or swim
You a man or a mouse hammer head or brim
Bitch Imma hard head cause I'm hard to kill
They say Gucci Mane's a cutthroat he probably is
He'll rob steal and kill and he probably will
They say Gucci Mane a jack boy he probably is
He'll rob steal and kill and he gone off them pills
Gucci
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me the richest nigga in the room
Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga
I'm the Richest nigga, Richest nigga, Richest nigga
I was hustling before I came up out the room
Now look at me I'm the richest nigga in the room
You know I f*ck with zaytoven we go way back
I'd rather rap a Zay track than a Dre track
You know I f*ck with Mike Will
Now they screaming trap back Gucci Mane back nigga
Writer: RADRIC DAVIS, XAVIER DOTSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
1st Day Out Tha Feds
Yah
Swizzop
It's Gucci
Mike Will
I'm hearing shooters load pistols while I'm brushing my teeth
I get so many death threats it's getting normal to me
But I bend don't break, I don't ask just take
Black gloves, black tape and I don't play nor pray
Wake up and take a piss, I hear 'em sharpening knives
Main focus every day is make it out here alive
Take a shower in my boots and go to sleep in my shoes
Last night I had a dream some killers ran in my room
Trying to be patient but nigga I can't wait
On the chase to kill my enemies and beat my case
So when they ask me how I feel about 'em I can't say
You either with me, or against me, or you in my way
I got a pack of hungry wolves and if I don't feed em
Then they might turn on me, feel like I don't need em
I keep the best pedigree but hell I don't breed em
It's a lot of people scared of me and I can't blame em
They call me crazy so much, I think I'm starting to believe em
I did some things to some people that was down right evil
Is it karma coming back to me, so much drama
My own mama turned her back on me, and that's my mama
I lost three people close to me in one summer
Ten years later still don't know shot up my Hummer
But I bend I don't break, I don't ask I take
Black gloves and black tape, nigga it's my first day
Wop, Wop, Wop, Wop, Wop
F*ck you, f*ck you
Pussy
Wop, Wop, Wop, Wop
Swizzop
It's Gucci
Mike Will
I'm hearing shooters load pistols while I'm brushing my teeth
I get so many death threats it's getting normal to me
But I bend don't break, I don't ask just take
Black gloves, black tape and I don't play nor pray
Wake up and take a piss, I hear 'em sharpening knives
Main focus every day is make it out here alive
Take a shower in my boots and go to sleep in my shoes
Last night I had a dream some killers ran in my room
Trying to be patient but nigga I can't wait
On the chase to kill my enemies and beat my case
So when they ask me how I feel about 'em I can't say
You either with me, or against me, or you in my way
I got a pack of hungry wolves and if I don't feed em
Then they might turn on me, feel like I don't need em
I keep the best pedigree but hell I don't breed em
It's a lot of people scared of me and I can't blame em
They call me crazy so much, I think I'm starting to believe em
I did some things to some people that was down right evil
Is it karma coming back to me, so much drama
My own mama turned her back on me, and that's my mama
I lost three people close to me in one summer
Ten years later still don't know shot up my Hummer
But I bend I don't break, I don't ask I take
Black gloves and black tape, nigga it's my first day
Wop, Wop, Wop, Wop, Wop
F*ck you, f*ck you
Pussy
Wop, Wop, Wop, Wop
Writer: MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
At Least A M
At least A M
(Mike WiLL Made It)
(Zaytoven)
I'm a walking lick, I look like a robber
You niggas ain't mobbin', you know you got a problem
You niggas ain't legit, see Gucci with the shit
You keeping on talking slick then I'ma go and get the stick
Caught it as a kid, still done talking brick
Used to have them ninety six impalas sitting on blades chopping, that was ninety six, they treat me like a prince
When I was behind the fence you was acting like a bitch
So I might slap you like a pimp
My chef is cooking shrimp
The haters trynna' knock me off my throne but they can't do this like the thirtieth attempt
And you look like a wimp
And I don't even associate with niggas
Who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
I love to love the M
Gucci Mane a G
I'm from BC Boulder Crips
And I be scrapped up to the teeth
I used to have them P's
I got em' from the Z and I used to pay like one for em' sell em' for the three
RIP to E, how you let a nigga in a motherf*cking wheelchair beat you to the cheese
You deserve a D
Y'all ain't really flown but you post' gettin' up lil' money but ain't get money like me
I'm steady pushing three, or you can call it age, but ain't no need to call me unless you got ninety G's, I'm tryna' make a B
You tryna' make a play but get the f*ck up out my face cause nigga you the MTD's
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
[Gucci Mane, Zaytoven & Mike WiLL Made It:]
I mean like, would I need a nigga around me whose associates don't have at least a M
You ain't got to be rich to talk to Gucci, but you gotta' be part of something!
So you mean to tell me your daddy, your momma, your brother, your partner ain't getting no money?
So everybody around you broke? (ha ha ha)
Nah! I ain't f*cking with that man! (Oh hell no)
Nah for real, I'm with you Gucc'
I thought, you know I thought your uncle some place with a ho'
Ain't nobody play pro ball or nothing? Ain't nobody got nothing?
Oh shit my phone's ringing, this gotta' be some money right here
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
(Mike WiLL Made It)
(Zaytoven)
I'm a walking lick, I look like a robber
You niggas ain't mobbin', you know you got a problem
You niggas ain't legit, see Gucci with the shit
You keeping on talking slick then I'ma go and get the stick
Caught it as a kid, still done talking brick
Used to have them ninety six impalas sitting on blades chopping, that was ninety six, they treat me like a prince
When I was behind the fence you was acting like a bitch
So I might slap you like a pimp
My chef is cooking shrimp
The haters trynna' knock me off my throne but they can't do this like the thirtieth attempt
And you look like a wimp
And I don't even associate with niggas
Who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
I love to love the M
Gucci Mane a G
I'm from BC Boulder Crips
And I be scrapped up to the teeth
I used to have them P's
I got em' from the Z and I used to pay like one for em' sell em' for the three
RIP to E, how you let a nigga in a motherf*cking wheelchair beat you to the cheese
You deserve a D
Y'all ain't really flown but you post' gettin' up lil' money but ain't get money like me
I'm steady pushing three, or you can call it age, but ain't no need to call me unless you got ninety G's, I'm tryna' make a B
You tryna' make a play but get the f*ck up out my face cause nigga you the MTD's
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
[Gucci Mane, Zaytoven & Mike WiLL Made It:]
I mean like, would I need a nigga around me whose associates don't have at least a M
You ain't got to be rich to talk to Gucci, but you gotta' be part of something!
So you mean to tell me your daddy, your momma, your brother, your partner ain't getting no money?
So everybody around you broke? (ha ha ha)
Nah! I ain't f*cking with that man! (Oh hell no)
Nah for real, I'm with you Gucc'
I thought, you know I thought your uncle some place with a ho'
Ain't nobody play pro ball or nothing? Ain't nobody got nothing?
Oh shit my phone's ringing, this gotta' be some money right here
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
Writer: RADRIC DAVIS, XAVIER DOTSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
All My Children
What's happening?
Everybody love you
I love my kids
Guwop
It's Gucci
Huh
Go
All my, all my, all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
Don't nobody love you like pa love you
Don't nobody love you like Guwop love you
I had to make a track to say I'm proud of you
Stop that track to tell my children that I'm proud of them
Making rockstars out of trap boys
And if we never talk again, still got your back boy
This here is bigger than the game, deeper than rap, boy
Just ask around in East Atlanta, I'm the landlord
F*ck a contract, I'd rather shake your hand boy
Yeah I'm your CEO but I'm your biggest fan boy
Said I'm the best A&R that's in the business (It's Gucci)
But there's an AR-15 in my bentley
All my, all my, all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
I'm laid back, feet up, watching all my rugrats
Come up, turn up, real niggas love that
Guwop, proud poppa, went and got you your first chopper
Show stopper, globe trotter, all I get is more dollars
Gucci got more money than all these rappers
Guwop got more money than all these trappers
I can take a dope boy and make him go platinum
But how a drug dealer from East Atlanta go platinum?
Master P, '93, mixed with a lil Eazy-E
Dancing in the video like Puff cause I got plenty G's
Family, you sign with me
My young nigga's gonna ride with me
All my niggas gonna die with me
And all my kids bust five with me
All my, all my, all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
Everybody love you
I love my kids
Guwop
It's Gucci
Huh
Go
All my, all my, all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
Don't nobody love you like pa love you
Don't nobody love you like Guwop love you
I had to make a track to say I'm proud of you
Stop that track to tell my children that I'm proud of them
Making rockstars out of trap boys
And if we never talk again, still got your back boy
This here is bigger than the game, deeper than rap, boy
Just ask around in East Atlanta, I'm the landlord
F*ck a contract, I'd rather shake your hand boy
Yeah I'm your CEO but I'm your biggest fan boy
Said I'm the best A&R that's in the business (It's Gucci)
But there's an AR-15 in my bentley
All my, all my, all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
I'm laid back, feet up, watching all my rugrats
Come up, turn up, real niggas love that
Guwop, proud poppa, went and got you your first chopper
Show stopper, globe trotter, all I get is more dollars
Gucci got more money than all these rappers
Guwop got more money than all these trappers
I can take a dope boy and make him go platinum
But how a drug dealer from East Atlanta go platinum?
Master P, '93, mixed with a lil Eazy-E
Dancing in the video like Puff cause I got plenty G's
Family, you sign with me
My young nigga's gonna ride with me
All my niggas gonna die with me
And all my kids bust five with me
All my, all my, all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All my, all my, all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
All of these rappers are all my children
Writer: RADRIC DAVIS, CHRISTOPHER JAMES GHOLSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Pick Up The Pieces (Outro)
Ziggy
Mike Will
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
F*ck the feds, f*ck the police, f*ck the DEA
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Ex-drug dealer, used to sell a brick to day
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Recovering drug addict, I used to drink a pint a day
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Recovering drug addict, I used to smoke a pound a day
It's Gucci
No sleep
Burr-burrr-burrr
I'm outchea
Zwizzop
When the sun comes out it takes the rain away
But just like Noah it been rainin' the last 40 days
Takin' pain pills, tryna take the pain away
Sold my first 8-ball and bought me my first pair of J's
Mama cussing out these disrespectful ass J's
They knockin' on the door, know I'm just in the 7th grade
I'm mixin' codeine pills and molly in a lemonade
I'm feelin' like briscuit so damn high, might just die any day
For all you junkies that's addicted, please don't get offended
I'm a recovering drug addict and that's not my intention
That OG gas hit my mailbox like a magazine subscription
My doctor in the feds for writing bad prescriptions
I got so drunk I left Privé and I crashed a Bentley
I'm a mathematician
I'm too stoned to miss it
I got the best intentions but I made rash decisions
Throwin' cash at bitches
Spend like half a chicken
Before I started rapping I was worth half a ticket
Took your stash to get it
Or spent it so fast it's silly
I drop the top on my Rolls Royce, I ride past the prison
They hate with a passion, I guess that's the new fashion, is it
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
F*ck the feds, f*ck the police, f*ck the DEA
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Ex-drug dealer, used to sell a brick to day
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Recovering drug addict, I used to drink a pint a day
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Recovering drug addict, I used to smoke a pound a day
F*ck the feds, f*ck the police, f*ck the DEA
I can't even sleep, I can't even sleep, I can't even sleep
Mike Will
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
F*ck the feds, f*ck the police, f*ck the DEA
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Ex-drug dealer, used to sell a brick to day
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Recovering drug addict, I used to drink a pint a day
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Recovering drug addict, I used to smoke a pound a day
It's Gucci
No sleep
Burr-burrr-burrr
I'm outchea
Zwizzop
When the sun comes out it takes the rain away
But just like Noah it been rainin' the last 40 days
Takin' pain pills, tryna take the pain away
Sold my first 8-ball and bought me my first pair of J's
Mama cussing out these disrespectful ass J's
They knockin' on the door, know I'm just in the 7th grade
I'm mixin' codeine pills and molly in a lemonade
I'm feelin' like briscuit so damn high, might just die any day
For all you junkies that's addicted, please don't get offended
I'm a recovering drug addict and that's not my intention
That OG gas hit my mailbox like a magazine subscription
My doctor in the feds for writing bad prescriptions
I got so drunk I left Privé and I crashed a Bentley
I'm a mathematician
I'm too stoned to miss it
I got the best intentions but I made rash decisions
Throwin' cash at bitches
Spend like half a chicken
Before I started rapping I was worth half a ticket
Took your stash to get it
Or spent it so fast it's silly
I drop the top on my Rolls Royce, I ride past the prison
They hate with a passion, I guess that's the new fashion, is it
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
F*ck the feds, f*ck the police, f*ck the DEA
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Ex-drug dealer, used to sell a brick to day
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Recovering drug addict, I used to drink a pint a day
I can't even sleep I got so much to say
Recovering drug addict, I used to smoke a pound a day
F*ck the feds, f*ck the police, f*ck the DEA
I can't even sleep, I can't even sleep, I can't even sleep
Writer: RADRIC DELANTIC DAVIS, WILLIE JEROME BYRD, XAVIER L. DOTSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Multi Millionaire Laflare
I'm a Multi Millionaire
Multi Millionaire La Flare nigga
It's Gucci, it's Wizzop
BRR BRR, catch up, (Go, go, go)
I'm smiling like the Joker
All these choker chains keep chokin' me
Trying to keep the poker face
My extended clip keep pokin' me
All these tinted chains and bracelets
Look like diamonds crawlin' on me
Haters keep provoking me, bitches keep on callin' on me
F*ck the beef bring me the cheese, ain't no rapper hot as me
F*ck yo plug come shop with me, can't nobody f*ck with me
All the lean I serve is clean, bought a new rerock machine
This shit come from Medellín you can step on it again
Naked hoes in front of me, nasty as I wanna be
That boy just a wanna be, Gucci its just one of me
My shoes never fit your feet, you ain't cut from the same cloth as me
Bring my Rolexs to me, and take these handcuffs off of me
All my friends are millionaires, I hangout with millionaires
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
My lil chick a millionaire, my home boys are millionaires
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
I done pushed a million bales, I done served a million squares
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
Colder than a Frigidaire done kicked it with a million players
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
Call me Gucci got them gasbags, f*ck a nigga hashtag
Mister mister Trap God, cash in the trash bag
Rolled a pound bag, two stacks, call me daddy fat sacks
Bombs over Baghdad rappers in a knapsack
Tryna lock the whole trap
Damn I miss my old trap
Damn I miss my old trap
Damn I miss my old trap
"Boulder Crest Road man, East Atlanta Zone 6"
Wrist so rocky got ya bitch jockin' ASAP
Every nigga tote a yoppa nigga we a K camp
Undisputed heavy weight champion I'm a state champ
I'mma make her panties get damp, they gon' stay damp
Riding with the lady and the tramp
Met my plug off the ramp, got them thangs with the stamp
He a millionaire
All my friends are millionaires, I hangout with millionaires
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
My lil chick a millionaire, my home boys are millionaires
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
I done pushed a million bales, I done served a million squares
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
Colder than a Frigidaire done kicked it with a million players
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
Multi Millionaire La Flare nigga
It's Gucci, it's Wizzop
BRR BRR, catch up, (Go, go, go)
I'm smiling like the Joker
All these choker chains keep chokin' me
Trying to keep the poker face
My extended clip keep pokin' me
All these tinted chains and bracelets
Look like diamonds crawlin' on me
Haters keep provoking me, bitches keep on callin' on me
F*ck the beef bring me the cheese, ain't no rapper hot as me
F*ck yo plug come shop with me, can't nobody f*ck with me
All the lean I serve is clean, bought a new rerock machine
This shit come from Medellín you can step on it again
Naked hoes in front of me, nasty as I wanna be
That boy just a wanna be, Gucci its just one of me
My shoes never fit your feet, you ain't cut from the same cloth as me
Bring my Rolexs to me, and take these handcuffs off of me
All my friends are millionaires, I hangout with millionaires
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
My lil chick a millionaire, my home boys are millionaires
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
I done pushed a million bales, I done served a million squares
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
Colder than a Frigidaire done kicked it with a million players
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
Call me Gucci got them gasbags, f*ck a nigga hashtag
Mister mister Trap God, cash in the trash bag
Rolled a pound bag, two stacks, call me daddy fat sacks
Bombs over Baghdad rappers in a knapsack
Tryna lock the whole trap
Damn I miss my old trap
Damn I miss my old trap
Damn I miss my old trap
"Boulder Crest Road man, East Atlanta Zone 6"
Wrist so rocky got ya bitch jockin' ASAP
Every nigga tote a yoppa nigga we a K camp
Undisputed heavy weight champion I'm a state champ
I'mma make her panties get damp, they gon' stay damp
Riding with the lady and the tramp
Met my plug off the ramp, got them thangs with the stamp
He a millionaire
All my friends are millionaires, I hangout with millionaires
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
My lil chick a millionaire, my home boys are millionaires
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
I done pushed a million bales, I done served a million squares
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
Colder than a Frigidaire done kicked it with a million players
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
Writer: RADRIC DAVIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Everybody Looking is the ninth studio album by American rapper Gucci Mane. It was released on July 22, 2016, by GUWOP Enterprises, RBC Records and Atlantic Records. The album serves as Gucci's first studio release while out of prison since The Return of Mr. Zone 6 (2011). It features guest appearances from Drake, Kanye West and Young Thug, while the majority of the album's production was provided by Gucci Mane's longtime collaborators such as Mike Will Made It and Zaytoven, among others.
Everybody Looking received generally positive reviews from critics and debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200, and becoming Gucci Mane's highest-charting album.
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Gucci ManeEverybody Looking received generally positive reviews from critics and debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200, and becoming Gucci Mane's highest-charting album.
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): Boi-1da, Drumma Boy, Mike Will Made It, Murda Beatz, Myles Harris, Will-A-Fool, Zaytoven
Length: 52:13
Released: July 22nd, 2016
Year: 2016