Hah, go
Marii Beatz, turn me up
Guwop (Hah, Gucci)
It's Gucci (Gucci)
(Gucci, hah)
Dun D-D-D-Deal (ayy)
Hah
My bitch came off a boat, boat, boat, boat (mwah)
I'm never goin' broke, broke, broke, broke (hah)
It look like we sellin' dope, dope, dope, dope (wow)
Fur coat on, I'm the goat, goat, goat, goat (burr, burr, burr)
My foot on niggas' throat, throat, throat, throat (hah, pussy)
Diamond cross on like the Pope, Pope, Pope, Pope
Jewelry really cold, got me really froze
Like J. Cole, I think my neighbors know I'm sellin' wholes
Me and the white girl just eloped (hah)
Same day, my bricks came off the boat, boat, boat, boat
I think I'm Pablo on the low (Pablo)
But free El Chapo he the goat, goat, goat, goat (Chapo)
All these similarities (huh?)
I donate to charity (yeah)
I'm a good samaritan (mmm)
My bitch ain't American (mwah)
This is not a parody (No)
Gold dope, that's a rarity (gold)
Gucci Mane's a murderer, you sure you wanna marry him?
Big rock clarity, your jewelry's embarrassing (Hah)
LIV on a Sunday 'cause the Lord came Saturday
They call me Runway, I'm wearin' it
Skip da Flip', I'm havin' it
I'm Rich the Kid, I'm dabbin' it
And f*ck your clique, we darin' it (f*ck 'em)
My bitch came off a boat, boat, boat, boat (mwah)
I'm never goin' broke, broke, broke, broke (hah)
It look like we sellin' dope, dope, dope, dope (wow)
Fur coat on, I'm the goat, goat, goat, goat (burr, burr, burr)
My foot on niggas' throat, throat, throat, throat (hah, pussy)
Diamond cross on like the Pope, Pope, Pope, Pope
Jewelry really cold, got me really froze (it's Gucci)
Like J. Cole, I think my neighbors know I'm sellin' wholes
My plug from Mexico-co-co-co (Gato)
But all my folks on Gresham Road, Road, Road, Road (Gato)
Bouldercrest and Candler Road, Road, Road, Road (Goat)
I had them bricks right by Flat Shoals, everybody know
He's a huge music exec, never been exposed (whoa)
Sold that boy a brick, like to treat his nose
Gettin' skinny as a stick, like to treat her nose (mwah)
Let her snort it on my dick 'cause I'm really gross
All these lights, all these lamps, points, they really glow (whoa)
Want one quarter mill' a verse, I'm like "Really, bro?" (Hah)
Gave my bitch five million dollars, hold it, hold it, ho (mwah)
All these snitches gettin' exposed 'cause they really hoes
My bitch came off a boat, boat, boat, boat (mwah)
I'm never goin' broke, broke, broke, broke (hah)
It look like we sellin' dope, dope, dope, dope (wow)
Fur coat on, I'm the goat, goat, goat, goat (burr, burr, burr)
My foot on niggas' throat, throat, throat, throat (hah, pussy)
Diamond cross on like the Pope, Pope, Pope, Pope
Jewelry really cold, got me really froze
Like J. Cole, I think my neighbors know I'm sellin' wholes
Gucci Mane - Evil Genius Album Lyrics
Gucci Mane - Evil Genius Lyrics
Writer: David Cunningham, Jamarii Massey, Nick Seeley, Radric Delantic Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
By Myself
Wop
Wop
Marii Beatz, turn me up!
Go
Lately, I've been hangin' by myself
F*ck 'em all, don't need nobody else (f*ck 'em, my dude)
F*ck 'em all, mane, throw 'em in the gutter, mane
I never trust 'em anyway, I killed their brother, mane (rassclaat)
The plug, he keep on bringin' in the mouth (my dude)
I robbed him 'cause he treat me like the help (rassclaat)
I put that on my son and my mother, mane
My brother fronted me, but now I front my brother, mane
I'm sellin' dope 'cause dope don't sell itself
My hood full of steppers, gotta watch your steps
Tornado wrist, my right arm is a hurricane
My jeweler call me Noah's Ark, I'm floodin' everything
I'm standin' in the section by myself (it's Gucci)
I feel like Meech, a one-man BMF (free Meech)
I'm from East Atlanta, niggas sell you anything (Bouldercrest)
And I'm a genius, bitch, so I can't go for anything (wop)
Lately, I've been hangin' by myself
F*ck 'em all, don't need nobody else (f*ck 'em, my dude)
F*ck 'em all, mane, throw 'em in the gutter, mane
I never trust 'em anyway, I killed their brother, mane (rassclaat)
The plug, he keep on bringin' in the mouth (my dude)
I robbed him 'cause he treat me like the help (rassclaat)
I put that on my son and my mother, mane
My brother fronted me, but now I front my brother, mane
They threw me in the dungeon by myself
So lately, I don't need nobody else
Man, f*ck 'em, man, them f*ckers, man, they traitors, mane
I never liked him anyway, he been a hater, mane
Without a gun, without a diamond or a gem (no)
Feel like a boxer, I was trainin' in a gym (box)
The federal penitentiary, I really hated, mane (f*ck 'em)
This shit'll make you go insane, I seen some crazy things (free Chain)
Lately, I've been hangin' by myself (free Pop)
I feel like I don't need nobody else (free Twon)
In Alabama, man, I did some crazy things (wop)
I had to rob some folks, them folks was playin' crazy games (It's Gucci)
Lately, I've been hangin' by myself
F*ck 'em all, don't need nobody else (f*ck 'em, my dude)
F*ck 'em all, mane, throw 'em in the gutter, mane
I never trust 'em anyway, I killed their brother, mane (rassclaat)
The plug, he keep on bringin' in the mouth (my dude)
I robbed him 'cause he treat me like the help (rassclaat)
I put that on my son and my mother, mane
My brother fronted me, but now I front my brother, mane
Wop
Marii Beatz, turn me up!
Go
Lately, I've been hangin' by myself
F*ck 'em all, don't need nobody else (f*ck 'em, my dude)
F*ck 'em all, mane, throw 'em in the gutter, mane
I never trust 'em anyway, I killed their brother, mane (rassclaat)
The plug, he keep on bringin' in the mouth (my dude)
I robbed him 'cause he treat me like the help (rassclaat)
I put that on my son and my mother, mane
My brother fronted me, but now I front my brother, mane
I'm sellin' dope 'cause dope don't sell itself
My hood full of steppers, gotta watch your steps
Tornado wrist, my right arm is a hurricane
My jeweler call me Noah's Ark, I'm floodin' everything
I'm standin' in the section by myself (it's Gucci)
I feel like Meech, a one-man BMF (free Meech)
I'm from East Atlanta, niggas sell you anything (Bouldercrest)
And I'm a genius, bitch, so I can't go for anything (wop)
Lately, I've been hangin' by myself
F*ck 'em all, don't need nobody else (f*ck 'em, my dude)
F*ck 'em all, mane, throw 'em in the gutter, mane
I never trust 'em anyway, I killed their brother, mane (rassclaat)
The plug, he keep on bringin' in the mouth (my dude)
I robbed him 'cause he treat me like the help (rassclaat)
I put that on my son and my mother, mane
My brother fronted me, but now I front my brother, mane
They threw me in the dungeon by myself
So lately, I don't need nobody else
Man, f*ck 'em, man, them f*ckers, man, they traitors, mane
I never liked him anyway, he been a hater, mane
Without a gun, without a diamond or a gem (no)
Feel like a boxer, I was trainin' in a gym (box)
The federal penitentiary, I really hated, mane (f*ck 'em)
This shit'll make you go insane, I seen some crazy things (free Chain)
Lately, I've been hangin' by myself (free Pop)
I feel like I don't need nobody else (free Twon)
In Alabama, man, I did some crazy things (wop)
I had to rob some folks, them folks was playin' crazy games (It's Gucci)
Lately, I've been hangin' by myself
F*ck 'em all, don't need nobody else (f*ck 'em, my dude)
F*ck 'em all, mane, throw 'em in the gutter, mane
I never trust 'em anyway, I killed their brother, mane (rassclaat)
The plug, he keep on bringin' in the mouth (my dude)
I robbed him 'cause he treat me like the help (rassclaat)
I put that on my son and my mother, mane
My brother fronted me, but now I front my brother, mane
Writer: Jamarii Massey, Radric Delantic Davis, Trae Mcgee
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
BiPolar
Uh
OG, go
BiPolar
BiPolar
Yeah, oh ah
Bipolar with the check (bipolar)
I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (bipolar)
Go crazy with your ex (bipolar)
I just might go crazy with my bitch (bipolar)
Bipolar with the check (bipolar)
I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (bipolar, yeah)
Bipolar on my wrist, (bipolar) yeah
Bipolar, man I keep on switchin' whips (bipolar)
Bru, bipolar gang diamond tennis chains on huge (yeah, huge)
A marijuana war would take your trees like Scrooge (yeah)
My bitch bad and yellow but my hunnids all blue (bad)
I just went bipolar, put my wrist on Tom Cruise (ooh)
Insane man, my stash man, it's crazy in the Range
He must be bipolar cause he can't stay in his lane
I'm talking to my shrink and I'm draped in a mink
She asked me want I need, I said, "Bitch I need some to drink"
Ice Cream Mane, man I pull up in a tank (ooh)
I feel like Mamma Mia 'cause I'm whippin' in a sink (yeah)
The colonel, the huncho, the leader of the game (yeah)
Bipolar, see murder, the draco with the shank
Bipolar with the check (bipolar)
I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (bipolar)
Go crazy with your ex (bipolar, muah)
I just might go crazy with my bitch (bipolar)
Bipolar with the check (bipolar)
I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (bipolar, yeah)
Bipolar with my wrist (bipolar)
Bipolar, man I keep on switchin' whips (bipolar)
Swappin' out the Lamb' think I'm crazy (skrt)
Shittin' on these hoes tryna play me (euw)
Bipolar I be spending cash lately (cash)
Make you drown in the sauce, too much gravy
Ball player shit, we get cash in this bitch (ball)
Money stretching long, from the north to the Six (eh)
Bipolar gang 'cause I spaz on that bitch (gang, gang)
I f*cked her and get her out of my face, that's the bipolar shit (oh yeah)
Dance on that work, huncho James Brown
All them colors in your stone like a damn clown (clown)
Screw the tip on the Uzi, don't make no sound (shh)
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Man down
Two million in cars (two), I don't know what to drive (no)
Neck ice polar (polar), all my hoes be bi (bi)
Jet fly solo (solo), like a bird in the sky (sky)
Tryna game, we fold ya (fold ya), 'stendos and 9's (9's)
Went bipolar on Chanel, went bipolar on the scale
Went bipolar on the plug, told them to feed me bails
Went bipolar on drugs, they be telling me chill
Gave my mom her first door, she taught I was going in jail (mama, huncho)
Bipolar with the check (bipolar)
I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (bipolar)
Go crazy with your ex (bipolar)
I just might go crazy with my bitch (bipolar)
Bipolar with the check (bipolar)
I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (bipolar, yeah)
Bipolar with my wrist (bipolar)
Bipolar, man I keep on switchin' whips (bipolar)
OG, go
BiPolar
BiPolar
Yeah, oh ah
Bipolar with the check (bipolar)
I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (bipolar)
Go crazy with your ex (bipolar)
I just might go crazy with my bitch (bipolar)
Bipolar with the check (bipolar)
I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (bipolar, yeah)
Bipolar on my wrist, (bipolar) yeah
Bipolar, man I keep on switchin' whips (bipolar)
Bru, bipolar gang diamond tennis chains on huge (yeah, huge)
A marijuana war would take your trees like Scrooge (yeah)
My bitch bad and yellow but my hunnids all blue (bad)
I just went bipolar, put my wrist on Tom Cruise (ooh)
Insane man, my stash man, it's crazy in the Range
He must be bipolar cause he can't stay in his lane
I'm talking to my shrink and I'm draped in a mink
She asked me want I need, I said, "Bitch I need some to drink"
Ice Cream Mane, man I pull up in a tank (ooh)
I feel like Mamma Mia 'cause I'm whippin' in a sink (yeah)
The colonel, the huncho, the leader of the game (yeah)
Bipolar, see murder, the draco with the shank
Bipolar with the check (bipolar)
I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (bipolar)
Go crazy with your ex (bipolar, muah)
I just might go crazy with my bitch (bipolar)
Bipolar with the check (bipolar)
I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (bipolar, yeah)
Bipolar with my wrist (bipolar)
Bipolar, man I keep on switchin' whips (bipolar)
Swappin' out the Lamb' think I'm crazy (skrt)
Shittin' on these hoes tryna play me (euw)
Bipolar I be spending cash lately (cash)
Make you drown in the sauce, too much gravy
Ball player shit, we get cash in this bitch (ball)
Money stretching long, from the north to the Six (eh)
Bipolar gang 'cause I spaz on that bitch (gang, gang)
I f*cked her and get her out of my face, that's the bipolar shit (oh yeah)
Dance on that work, huncho James Brown
All them colors in your stone like a damn clown (clown)
Screw the tip on the Uzi, don't make no sound (shh)
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Man down
Two million in cars (two), I don't know what to drive (no)
Neck ice polar (polar), all my hoes be bi (bi)
Jet fly solo (solo), like a bird in the sky (sky)
Tryna game, we fold ya (fold ya), 'stendos and 9's (9's)
Went bipolar on Chanel, went bipolar on the scale
Went bipolar on the plug, told them to feed me bails
Went bipolar on drugs, they be telling me chill
Gave my mom her first door, she taught I was going in jail (mama, huncho)
Bipolar with the check (bipolar)
I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (bipolar)
Go crazy with your ex (bipolar)
I just might go crazy with my bitch (bipolar)
Bipolar with the check (bipolar)
I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (bipolar, yeah)
Bipolar with my wrist (bipolar)
Bipolar, man I keep on switchin' whips (bipolar)
Writer: Grant Andrew Decouto, Joshua Isaih Parker, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Radric Delantic Davis, Samuel David Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Just Like It
Hah
Guwop
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E)
21
21
Gato
Hah (It's Gucci), hah (it's Gucci, hah)
Real Zone 6, nigga, straight up
I look just like it
Diamond chains on, they bitin' (uh, uh)
Chokin', can't breathe
Choker chain bitin' like Tyson
Start with no keys (skrrt)
I used to ride around with no license (skrrt)
My diamonds on freeze
But the old me would rob Mike Tyson (shut up, lay down)
Your bitch chose me
Got a cuff with no key but we solid (probably 12)
Why the feds on me?
Didn't they hear on "Slippery" I'm nonviolent?
Damn chain still icy (burr)
Still gamblin' at the 'partment, shootin' dices (bet it, bet it)
I did kill Bill, I kill his ass in Volume 2 if he try me (I still will)
Do it for the culture
Do it for the vultures, not smilin' (still trill)
The low life grinders
Give a f*ck, I give a f*ck, just like 'em (still real)
Hotbox strike you
Livin' life by the gun like a Viking (baow, baow)
I know I'm not a lick (hah)
But I know I probably look just like it (Huh? Wop)
Lookin' just like it (burr)
Not a lick, but I'm lookin' just like it (with all these damn chains)
I'm lookin' just like it
Sell a brick, hit a lick, yeah I'm lookin' just like it (with all these damn chains)
I'm lookin' just like it
Not a lick, but I know I'm probably lookin' just like it (with all these damn chains)
She lookin' just like it
Super thick, super lit, yeah she lookin' just like it (with all these damn chains)
Hot rifle (Draco)
Savage still ride with no license (21, facts)
Turned 19 (yeah)
Bought a '79 Camaro with nitrous (on God)
Nigga, them facts (21)
Collier Ridge, nigga, I was sellin' that pack (on God)
Zone 6 niggas don't lack
Ridin' down Marlon Ave, nigga, I'm strapped (21)
Nigga, I pop it
Fifty cal on me so big, gotta jump out the car just to cock it
You don't want smoke, nigga, stop it
Y'all ain't got enough bodies (21)
Look like a lick, dare a nigga try to rob me
4L Gang, nigga killin' is a hobby
Nigga, you ain't hard, you just geekin' on molly
All these VVS's got me lookin' like Follies (21)
I'm on TV (21)
I used to sell dope at BP, yeah (21)
G-body Cutlass (G-body)
Sold QP's of the QT (yeah, yeah)
I'll give your ass a hundred thousand if you find an SI
Nigga, these VV's (it's water)
Lookin' just like it
Walkin' lick but I keep the H-E-A-T (21, 21)
Lookin' just like it (burr)
Not a lick, but I'm lookin' just like it (with all these damn chains)
I'm lookin' just like it
Sell a brick, hit a lick, yeah I'm lookin' just like it (with all these damn chains)
I'm lookin' just like it
Not a lick, but I know I'm probably lookin' just like it (with all these damn chains)
She lookin' just like it
Super thick, super lit, yeah she lookin' just like it (with all these damn chains)
Guwop
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E)
21
21
Gato
Hah (It's Gucci), hah (it's Gucci, hah)
Real Zone 6, nigga, straight up
I look just like it
Diamond chains on, they bitin' (uh, uh)
Chokin', can't breathe
Choker chain bitin' like Tyson
Start with no keys (skrrt)
I used to ride around with no license (skrrt)
My diamonds on freeze
But the old me would rob Mike Tyson (shut up, lay down)
Your bitch chose me
Got a cuff with no key but we solid (probably 12)
Why the feds on me?
Didn't they hear on "Slippery" I'm nonviolent?
Damn chain still icy (burr)
Still gamblin' at the 'partment, shootin' dices (bet it, bet it)
I did kill Bill, I kill his ass in Volume 2 if he try me (I still will)
Do it for the culture
Do it for the vultures, not smilin' (still trill)
The low life grinders
Give a f*ck, I give a f*ck, just like 'em (still real)
Hotbox strike you
Livin' life by the gun like a Viking (baow, baow)
I know I'm not a lick (hah)
But I know I probably look just like it (Huh? Wop)
Lookin' just like it (burr)
Not a lick, but I'm lookin' just like it (with all these damn chains)
I'm lookin' just like it
Sell a brick, hit a lick, yeah I'm lookin' just like it (with all these damn chains)
I'm lookin' just like it
Not a lick, but I know I'm probably lookin' just like it (with all these damn chains)
She lookin' just like it
Super thick, super lit, yeah she lookin' just like it (with all these damn chains)
Hot rifle (Draco)
Savage still ride with no license (21, facts)
Turned 19 (yeah)
Bought a '79 Camaro with nitrous (on God)
Nigga, them facts (21)
Collier Ridge, nigga, I was sellin' that pack (on God)
Zone 6 niggas don't lack
Ridin' down Marlon Ave, nigga, I'm strapped (21)
Nigga, I pop it
Fifty cal on me so big, gotta jump out the car just to cock it
You don't want smoke, nigga, stop it
Y'all ain't got enough bodies (21)
Look like a lick, dare a nigga try to rob me
4L Gang, nigga killin' is a hobby
Nigga, you ain't hard, you just geekin' on molly
All these VVS's got me lookin' like Follies (21)
I'm on TV (21)
I used to sell dope at BP, yeah (21)
G-body Cutlass (G-body)
Sold QP's of the QT (yeah, yeah)
I'll give your ass a hundred thousand if you find an SI
Nigga, these VV's (it's water)
Lookin' just like it
Walkin' lick but I keep the H-E-A-T (21, 21)
Lookin' just like it (burr)
Not a lick, but I'm lookin' just like it (with all these damn chains)
I'm lookin' just like it
Sell a brick, hit a lick, yeah I'm lookin' just like it (with all these damn chains)
I'm lookin' just like it
Not a lick, but I know I'm probably lookin' just like it (with all these damn chains)
She lookin' just like it
Super thick, super lit, yeah she lookin' just like it (with all these damn chains)
Writer: Carlton D. Mays Jr., Radric Delantic Davis, Robert Mandell, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Cold Shoulder
(Earl on the beat)
(Hah)
(Guwop)
Young and reckless, rich and wealthy
Say health is wealth, that means I'm deadly
That's why they sweat me, successful black man
With a felony, but what you tellin' me?
Don't hire me so I bought the company
Bitch ain't shit funny, I'm not Bill Bellamy
They don't- they don't wanna see you ballin', that's what you tellin' me
I know you niggas see me rollin', that's what you tellin' me (Nyoom!)
(Burr) Yeah, my diamonds polar, that's what you tellin' me
Gotta hit you with the cold shoulder, that's what you tellin' me
(Burr) Young and reckless, patiently waitin' on you to test this
Got these diamonds on me up in every section
Every nigga 'round me really with the steppin'
Got a bitch look like Keisha, I call her Billie
You niggas gon' take it as if you let it
I'ma say it myself, I won't send a message (yeah)
If you run up on me, I'ma up and stretch 'em, bow
That money ahead of me
Eighteen a felon, I think that they scared of me
Fifty grand for a show if they headin' me
Come to that money, you cannot compare to me (swear)
Stackin' that check, I'm not spendin' my salary (nah)
You know that I'm with it, I swear it ain't no cappin' me
Steady be runnin', the police be after me
I'm goin' under if I let 'em capture me
Say you want smoke when you catch 'em, I got 'em
Straight out that North, bitch, I come from the bottom (bottom)
Workin' that bitch so she called me a doctor
He reached for my neck and get hit with that chopper (pop-pop)
Sippin' on drank and I swear I ain't stoppin'
I pour a deuce up inside of my bottle
Askin' for somethin', I ain't givin' a dollar
Get shot in the face if that bitch got a problem, yeah
Young and reckless, rich and wealthy
Say health is wealth, that means I'm deadly
That's why they sweat me, successful black man
With a felony, but what you tellin' me?
Don't hire me so I bought the company
Bitch ain't shit funny, I'm not Bill Bellamy
They don't- they don't wanna see you ballin', that's what you tellin' me
I know you niggas see me rollin', that's what you tellin' me
(Burr) Yeah, my diamonds polar, that's what you tellin' me
Gotta hit you with the cold shoulder, that's what you tellin' me
Life is crazy, Gucci (uh), frigid, human blizzard, gator, lizard
Thank the Lord (Lord), a quarter ticket just for thirty minutes (Lord, Lord)
I'm so independent, in Atlantic like I own the buildin' (uh)
Started- Started off with JC Penney's, now I rock Givenchy (yeah)
Drop top, convertible off, my roof is in the trash (trash)
Thought that I was slow, now I'm right back on they ass (they ass)
Cold shoulder hoes, man, I give a bitch a penny
Took a low, sold the bows and bought myself a Bentley (yeah)
Heard that I was thirty up and now he gettin' offended (huh?)
Gave my nigga couple mil' and now he independent (huh)
Gave myself a record deal and I was independent (yeah)
Cold shoulder, ho, ho, I don't know you, nigga
Young and reckless, rich and wealthy
Say health is wealth, that means I'm deadly
That's why they sweat me, successful black man
With a felony, but what you tellin' me?
Don't hire me so I bought the company
Bitch ain't shit funny, I'm not Bill Bellamy
They don't- they don't wanna see you ballin', that's what you tellin' me
I know you niggas see me rollin', that's what you tellin' me (Nyoom!)
(Burr) Yeah, my diamonds polar, that's what you tellin' me
Gotta hit you with the cold shoulder, that's what you tellin' me
(Burr)
(Burr)
(Hah)
(Guwop)
Young and reckless, rich and wealthy
Say health is wealth, that means I'm deadly
That's why they sweat me, successful black man
With a felony, but what you tellin' me?
Don't hire me so I bought the company
Bitch ain't shit funny, I'm not Bill Bellamy
They don't- they don't wanna see you ballin', that's what you tellin' me
I know you niggas see me rollin', that's what you tellin' me (Nyoom!)
(Burr) Yeah, my diamonds polar, that's what you tellin' me
Gotta hit you with the cold shoulder, that's what you tellin' me
(Burr) Young and reckless, patiently waitin' on you to test this
Got these diamonds on me up in every section
Every nigga 'round me really with the steppin'
Got a bitch look like Keisha, I call her Billie
You niggas gon' take it as if you let it
I'ma say it myself, I won't send a message (yeah)
If you run up on me, I'ma up and stretch 'em, bow
That money ahead of me
Eighteen a felon, I think that they scared of me
Fifty grand for a show if they headin' me
Come to that money, you cannot compare to me (swear)
Stackin' that check, I'm not spendin' my salary (nah)
You know that I'm with it, I swear it ain't no cappin' me
Steady be runnin', the police be after me
I'm goin' under if I let 'em capture me
Say you want smoke when you catch 'em, I got 'em
Straight out that North, bitch, I come from the bottom (bottom)
Workin' that bitch so she called me a doctor
He reached for my neck and get hit with that chopper (pop-pop)
Sippin' on drank and I swear I ain't stoppin'
I pour a deuce up inside of my bottle
Askin' for somethin', I ain't givin' a dollar
Get shot in the face if that bitch got a problem, yeah
Young and reckless, rich and wealthy
Say health is wealth, that means I'm deadly
That's why they sweat me, successful black man
With a felony, but what you tellin' me?
Don't hire me so I bought the company
Bitch ain't shit funny, I'm not Bill Bellamy
They don't- they don't wanna see you ballin', that's what you tellin' me
I know you niggas see me rollin', that's what you tellin' me
(Burr) Yeah, my diamonds polar, that's what you tellin' me
Gotta hit you with the cold shoulder, that's what you tellin' me
Life is crazy, Gucci (uh), frigid, human blizzard, gator, lizard
Thank the Lord (Lord), a quarter ticket just for thirty minutes (Lord, Lord)
I'm so independent, in Atlantic like I own the buildin' (uh)
Started- Started off with JC Penney's, now I rock Givenchy (yeah)
Drop top, convertible off, my roof is in the trash (trash)
Thought that I was slow, now I'm right back on they ass (they ass)
Cold shoulder hoes, man, I give a bitch a penny
Took a low, sold the bows and bought myself a Bentley (yeah)
Heard that I was thirty up and now he gettin' offended (huh?)
Gave my nigga couple mil' and now he independent (huh)
Gave myself a record deal and I was independent (yeah)
Cold shoulder, ho, ho, I don't know you, nigga
Young and reckless, rich and wealthy
Say health is wealth, that means I'm deadly
That's why they sweat me, successful black man
With a felony, but what you tellin' me?
Don't hire me so I bought the company
Bitch ain't shit funny, I'm not Bill Bellamy
They don't- they don't wanna see you ballin', that's what you tellin' me
I know you niggas see me rollin', that's what you tellin' me (Nyoom!)
(Burr) Yeah, my diamonds polar, that's what you tellin' me
Gotta hit you with the cold shoulder, that's what you tellin' me
(Burr)
(Burr)
Writer: Isaac Earl Bynum, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Radric Delantic Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
On God
Wop
808 Mafia
Southside and East Side
Gucci (We an army)
They call me pea coat shawty, left wrist eight-forty (whoa)
Gucci Mane home balling while your bank account falling (damn)
Gucci Mane, I don't fear no one but God (on God)
For fifty mil' I'll get in the ring and fight Floyd (whoa, whoa)
Why these rappers dick riding so hard? (Huh?)
I ain't never backing down, on God (on God)
Fresh out the mesh, that's three mil' and no call
I'm 'bout to go and buy a jet, that's on God (that's on God)
From East Atlanta, I can turn soft into hard, on God
That big advance check, I ain't even cash that yet, that's on God
Where I grew up, all we did sell dope and rob, we on God
In the feds I didn't have no one but God, on God
Running out of space in my garage so I'm thinking 'bout (whoa)
Building another mansion out of town, am I crazy? (Go)
All these dead white men in my safe, I'm feeling racist
Running out of space in all my safe, I need some spaces
I asked Todd where he find me and Big Cat where he sign me (cat)
Speaker phone on with the plug, I'm whipping up a nine piece (skrt)
Fevzi made my jewelry
I'm standing next to QCP
I'm feeling like they watching me
I think they wanna rob me
Haters looking envious, I'm looking at they faces (f*ck 'em)
I keep copping money, copping jets, and going places
Think I'm getting good 'cause I'm peeping nationalities
My bitch changed her wig then she switched her personality (wop)
Protect yourself at all times, that's on God (God)
I don't do songs with my opps, that's on God (f*ck 'em)
I don't shake hand with my opps, that's on God (pussy)
Spit in your face 'cause 1017, bitch, we a mob (wop)
Protect yourself at all times, that's on God
I don't do songs with my opps, that's on God (no)
I don't shake hand with my opps, that's on God (they pussy)
Spit in your face 'cause 1017, bitch, we a mob
DY Krazy
Southside on the, Southside on the, Southside on the
808 Mafia
Southside and East Side
Gucci (We an army)
They call me pea coat shawty, left wrist eight-forty (whoa)
Gucci Mane home balling while your bank account falling (damn)
Gucci Mane, I don't fear no one but God (on God)
For fifty mil' I'll get in the ring and fight Floyd (whoa, whoa)
Why these rappers dick riding so hard? (Huh?)
I ain't never backing down, on God (on God)
Fresh out the mesh, that's three mil' and no call
I'm 'bout to go and buy a jet, that's on God (that's on God)
From East Atlanta, I can turn soft into hard, on God
That big advance check, I ain't even cash that yet, that's on God
Where I grew up, all we did sell dope and rob, we on God
In the feds I didn't have no one but God, on God
Running out of space in my garage so I'm thinking 'bout (whoa)
Building another mansion out of town, am I crazy? (Go)
All these dead white men in my safe, I'm feeling racist
Running out of space in all my safe, I need some spaces
I asked Todd where he find me and Big Cat where he sign me (cat)
Speaker phone on with the plug, I'm whipping up a nine piece (skrt)
Fevzi made my jewelry
I'm standing next to QCP
I'm feeling like they watching me
I think they wanna rob me
Haters looking envious, I'm looking at they faces (f*ck 'em)
I keep copping money, copping jets, and going places
Think I'm getting good 'cause I'm peeping nationalities
My bitch changed her wig then she switched her personality (wop)
Protect yourself at all times, that's on God (God)
I don't do songs with my opps, that's on God (f*ck 'em)
I don't shake hand with my opps, that's on God (pussy)
Spit in your face 'cause 1017, bitch, we a mob (wop)
Protect yourself at all times, that's on God
I don't do songs with my opps, that's on God (no)
I don't shake hand with my opps, that's on God (they pussy)
Spit in your face 'cause 1017, bitch, we a mob
DY Krazy
Southside on the, Southside on the, Southside on the
Writer: Dwan Avery, Joshua Howard Luellen, Mario Antonio Martinez, Radric Delantic Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fathers Day
Wop, brr
You are the mirror of my
Wop
Rollin' like a mothaf*cka, high as a kite
Like a hooker in church, I'm sweatin' like a bitch
Lit like a wick, sharp as a tick
Don't slip on the drip, 10k on the kicks
Metro on my beat, Guwop from the East
So play if you want, get shot in the teeth
I cop new time pieces, a million at least
I cop 'em in threes, a million a piece (well damn)
I'm jumpin' the list for the car that you wish
Deep-dish rims that I bought from the fish
My arm in the pot, I'm cookin' the dish
I'm workin' my move, I'm twistin' my wrist
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave
But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day
But I was the one servin' all the J's
I was the one cookin' all the yay
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave
But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day
But I was the one servin' all the J's
I was the one cookin' all the yay (it's Gucci)
Pick your face up, stop droolin'
Haters on my page, not trollin' (Wizzy)
Took the girls out, no golden (huh)
Call me red carpet, shorty, I'm posin' (wop)
Nigga knowin' damn well he can't hold me (no)
Plug limit old me, I paid him (yeah)
Told him, "Thank you" 'cause it was a favor
Thank God 'cause he showed me favor (Lord)
Trap God, now I got all flavors
Won my Vanguard lifetime achievement
I ain't showed the whole world I'm resilient
Hell, all these rappers my children (yeah)
Brick factory, I breed villains (true)
Told my young niggas it's no ceilin' (huh)
God willin', run you up a billion (God)
F*ck feelings, run to the millions (wop)
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave (day)
But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day (posse)
But I was the one servin' all the J's
I was the one cookin' all the yay
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave (day)
But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day (posse)
But I was the one servin' all the J's
I was the one cookin' all the yay (it's Gucci)
You are the mirror of my
Wop
Rollin' like a mothaf*cka, high as a kite
Like a hooker in church, I'm sweatin' like a bitch
Lit like a wick, sharp as a tick
Don't slip on the drip, 10k on the kicks
Metro on my beat, Guwop from the East
So play if you want, get shot in the teeth
I cop new time pieces, a million at least
I cop 'em in threes, a million a piece (well damn)
I'm jumpin' the list for the car that you wish
Deep-dish rims that I bought from the fish
My arm in the pot, I'm cookin' the dish
I'm workin' my move, I'm twistin' my wrist
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave
But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day
But I was the one servin' all the J's
I was the one cookin' all the yay
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave
But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day
But I was the one servin' all the J's
I was the one cookin' all the yay (it's Gucci)
Pick your face up, stop droolin'
Haters on my page, not trollin' (Wizzy)
Took the girls out, no golden (huh)
Call me red carpet, shorty, I'm posin' (wop)
Nigga knowin' damn well he can't hold me (no)
Plug limit old me, I paid him (yeah)
Told him, "Thank you" 'cause it was a favor
Thank God 'cause he showed me favor (Lord)
Trap God, now I got all flavors
Won my Vanguard lifetime achievement
I ain't showed the whole world I'm resilient
Hell, all these rappers my children (yeah)
Brick factory, I breed villains (true)
Told my young niggas it's no ceilin' (huh)
God willin', run you up a billion (God)
F*ck feelings, run to the millions (wop)
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave (day)
But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day (posse)
But I was the one servin' all the J's
I was the one cookin' all the yay
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave (day)
But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day (posse)
But I was the one servin' all the J's
I was the one cookin' all the yay (it's Gucci)
Writer: Earl Randle, Leland Tyler Wayne, Radric Delantic Davis, Renee Kirk, Andre Eric Proctor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Outta Proportion
Hah
Cook that shit up Quay
It's Gucci (Evil)
Hah (Genius)
Fast coupe, haha (Nyoom)
Hah
(Mr. Nice Guy, haha)
If you ain't 'bout lettin' that choppa go, we ain't got none in common (No)
I hate snitches, I like bitches (Snitch), but I'm so in love with money (Money)
Had to cut some of my kinfolks off, they didn't keep it one hundred (What's up?)
If I said it, then I done it (Huh?)
F*ck that fake love, I don't want it
Time to renegotiate my contract
Bitch, I feel like Andre Drummond (Wow)
Thumbin' through a half a mil' on Instagram lookin' like I play on Sundays
You just chick who suck my dick
Miss Lady, you're not the other woman (No)
F*ck a friendship that's platonic (No)
I need a friend that keeps me cumming (No, no)
Touch down in Boston, Gucci be flossin'
I'm about to ghost on Cold Steve Austin (Scooch)
Thieves on my trail, but you know I lost 'em (Scooch)
Four pipes, yeah I quadruple exhaust 'em
Outta this world like Marvin the Martian (Hah)
Fifty a verse and I'm on the charts
These rappers so fake that they screamin', "Extortion"
My choppa keep blowin' shit out of proportion
Shout out these saucin', niggas are horsin'
Booties and titties, the perfect proportion
Postin' a pic and it's makin' me horny (Yeah)
Baby these karats, these are not pointers
Killin' that pussy, I'm Gucci Kevorkian
Ballin' in Fresno like Jerry Tarkanian (Yeah)
Gucci's the alien, I'm from uranium
Droppin' the top, yeah I'm crackin' the cranium (Drop)
All in the stadium (Top) like I play (Guwop), all my kinfolks call me Ray (Ray)
Then my grandad look at me, like, "I'm so damn glad you lit"
Why is your jewelry, lookin' aluminum
Why's it dull, what did you do to them
I'm gettin' f*cked, pockets on stuffed (Ooh)
Dressin' like a plug, yeah I stay dripped up (Scooch)
Knocked me down, picked 'em up
Salt me down, yeah f*ck me up (Yeah f*ck me up)
Too turnt up, too turnt up
Knocked me down, but I picked them up (Whoa)
Salt me down, salt me down
Yeah they salt me down, but I turnt them up (No)
But I'm too turnt up (Too), I'm so up (Up, up, up, up)
Wop
Outta proportion, outta proportion
My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
Outta proportion, outta proportion
My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
Outta proportion, outta proportion
Outta pro-outta proportion
Blowin' shit outta proportion, outta proportion
My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
Cook that shit up Quay
It's Gucci (Evil)
Hah (Genius)
Fast coupe, haha (Nyoom)
Hah
(Mr. Nice Guy, haha)
If you ain't 'bout lettin' that choppa go, we ain't got none in common (No)
I hate snitches, I like bitches (Snitch), but I'm so in love with money (Money)
Had to cut some of my kinfolks off, they didn't keep it one hundred (What's up?)
If I said it, then I done it (Huh?)
F*ck that fake love, I don't want it
Time to renegotiate my contract
Bitch, I feel like Andre Drummond (Wow)
Thumbin' through a half a mil' on Instagram lookin' like I play on Sundays
You just chick who suck my dick
Miss Lady, you're not the other woman (No)
F*ck a friendship that's platonic (No)
I need a friend that keeps me cumming (No, no)
Touch down in Boston, Gucci be flossin'
I'm about to ghost on Cold Steve Austin (Scooch)
Thieves on my trail, but you know I lost 'em (Scooch)
Four pipes, yeah I quadruple exhaust 'em
Outta this world like Marvin the Martian (Hah)
Fifty a verse and I'm on the charts
These rappers so fake that they screamin', "Extortion"
My choppa keep blowin' shit out of proportion
Shout out these saucin', niggas are horsin'
Booties and titties, the perfect proportion
Postin' a pic and it's makin' me horny (Yeah)
Baby these karats, these are not pointers
Killin' that pussy, I'm Gucci Kevorkian
Ballin' in Fresno like Jerry Tarkanian (Yeah)
Gucci's the alien, I'm from uranium
Droppin' the top, yeah I'm crackin' the cranium (Drop)
All in the stadium (Top) like I play (Guwop), all my kinfolks call me Ray (Ray)
Then my grandad look at me, like, "I'm so damn glad you lit"
Why is your jewelry, lookin' aluminum
Why's it dull, what did you do to them
I'm gettin' f*cked, pockets on stuffed (Ooh)
Dressin' like a plug, yeah I stay dripped up (Scooch)
Knocked me down, picked 'em up
Salt me down, yeah f*ck me up (Yeah f*ck me up)
Too turnt up, too turnt up
Knocked me down, but I picked them up (Whoa)
Salt me down, salt me down
Yeah they salt me down, but I turnt them up (No)
But I'm too turnt up (Too), I'm so up (Up, up, up, up)
Wop
Outta proportion, outta proportion
My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
Outta proportion, outta proportion
My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
Outta proportion, outta proportion
Outta pro-outta proportion
Blowin' shit outta proportion, outta proportion
My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
Writer: Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Radric Delantic Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lost Yall Mind
Wop
Hol' up, Spiffy on this motherf*cker
Qua', burr
Ice caucasian, but I'm black as hell (Ice, black)
My bitch bright skin, but she black as well (Black)
Plus, all my whips like a color book
Sellin' dope ain't gettin' old, we got cola to cook
They say I got a man bag, but I got hunnids to tote (Hunnids)
If you took no mind, you would never be broke (Never)
Put the brick in the yoke, burglar bar on the door
I pay the neighbor next do' so she don't tell what she know
All paper for parole, quarter mil' for a show (F*ck 'em)
Used to buy a half a ki', I turn that shit to a whole (Flip it)
2012, did more drugs than I sold (Whoa now)
My dope like a Chia Pet, ya water it, it grows (Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia)
I bring the income with the long arm with yay on the stove (Yuh)
My buddy neck filled with V's, they think he sellin' his soul (Huh)
Don't know we trappin' in the snow, pray don't f*ck up the flow
This that cocaine flow, turn your man to a Jane Doe (Go)
Woo, hey
I done re'd-up a million times (Woo, re-up)
Nigga, y'all done lost your mind (What the f*ck? Woo)
Money coming in on time (Woo, cash, racks, racks)
Nigga, y'all done lost your mind (Hey)
We trappin' at an all time high (Time high)
Fall fashion, but we wintertime fly (Time fly)
We eatin' good, it's dinner time now (Time now)
No amateurs, beginner time now (Time now)
My AP like AP in its prime (In its prime)
Bustin' through the motherf*ckin' hole (F*ckin' hole)
Went platinum 'fore I ever went gold (Went gold)
Dope jumpin' out the motherf*ckin' bowl (Burr)
Don't bother me, I'm doin' what I do best (F*ck 'em)
Nike shoe box, hunnids where the shoes at (Shoes at)
And they blue, but I never been a cowboy (Huh?)
I'm not from Cali, but they runnin' In N' Out boy (Out boy)
I'm from the Peach State, the birds fly south, boy (Yuh)
Oh, that's your son? To them, he just another white boy (Huh?)
You had a bright plan, I give you "Nice try," boy (Try boy)
But now you tied up, no one can hear your cry boy (Go)
Woo, hey
I done re'd-up a million times (Woo, re-up)
Nigga, y'all done lost your mind (What the f*ck? Woo)
Money coming in on time (Woo, cash, racks, racks)
Nigga, y'all done lost your mind (Hey)
Hol' up, Spiffy on this motherf*cker
Qua', burr
Ice caucasian, but I'm black as hell (Ice, black)
My bitch bright skin, but she black as well (Black)
Plus, all my whips like a color book
Sellin' dope ain't gettin' old, we got cola to cook
They say I got a man bag, but I got hunnids to tote (Hunnids)
If you took no mind, you would never be broke (Never)
Put the brick in the yoke, burglar bar on the door
I pay the neighbor next do' so she don't tell what she know
All paper for parole, quarter mil' for a show (F*ck 'em)
Used to buy a half a ki', I turn that shit to a whole (Flip it)
2012, did more drugs than I sold (Whoa now)
My dope like a Chia Pet, ya water it, it grows (Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia)
I bring the income with the long arm with yay on the stove (Yuh)
My buddy neck filled with V's, they think he sellin' his soul (Huh)
Don't know we trappin' in the snow, pray don't f*ck up the flow
This that cocaine flow, turn your man to a Jane Doe (Go)
Woo, hey
I done re'd-up a million times (Woo, re-up)
Nigga, y'all done lost your mind (What the f*ck? Woo)
Money coming in on time (Woo, cash, racks, racks)
Nigga, y'all done lost your mind (Hey)
We trappin' at an all time high (Time high)
Fall fashion, but we wintertime fly (Time fly)
We eatin' good, it's dinner time now (Time now)
No amateurs, beginner time now (Time now)
My AP like AP in its prime (In its prime)
Bustin' through the motherf*ckin' hole (F*ckin' hole)
Went platinum 'fore I ever went gold (Went gold)
Dope jumpin' out the motherf*ckin' bowl (Burr)
Don't bother me, I'm doin' what I do best (F*ck 'em)
Nike shoe box, hunnids where the shoes at (Shoes at)
And they blue, but I never been a cowboy (Huh?)
I'm not from Cali, but they runnin' In N' Out boy (Out boy)
I'm from the Peach State, the birds fly south, boy (Yuh)
Oh, that's your son? To them, he just another white boy (Huh?)
You had a bright plan, I give you "Nice try," boy (Try boy)
But now you tied up, no one can hear your cry boy (Go)
Woo, hey
I done re'd-up a million times (Woo, re-up)
Nigga, y'all done lost your mind (What the f*ck? Woo)
Money coming in on time (Woo, cash, racks, racks)
Nigga, y'all done lost your mind (Hey)
Writer: Courtland Johnson, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Radric Delantic Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, ASSET DISTRIBUTION, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, ASSET DISTRIBUTION, LLC
Im Not Goin
Drop top, huh
Burr
Evil Knievel
I ain't really finna tell y'all how to get away with murder and shit
They told me, "Stop buying all these fancy cars"
They told me, "Please take all your diamonds off"
I'm getting too rich to fly commercial flights
They wanna lock me up like Suge Knight
I know that bitch want me to go for that (but I don't wanna)
But I'm too rich to put my dick in that (bitch, I'm not gonna, no)
I hit that bitch way back, I gave her back ('cause I don't want her)
They love my drip, you know I'm stating facts (I'm not going)
I'm a CEO, I keep it cordial with an artist, I just don't politic
These women been giving me compliments
Focused, I can't acknowledge this
Astonishment, ugh, look at how the game transformed overnight
Felt like I was just getting read my rights
Look at how the ice sitting under them lights
Married to the game
We ain't throwing no rice
All grey sweats, with the white G-Nikes
Ain't too much changed, got too much change
Come to think about it, I was looking at life
Stack, invest, nigga don't just rap
Talking 'bout dap, nigga can't do 'dat
Fetch me the keys, I mean remote
Car got a button, I'm 'bout to float
I'm organized, it looking organized
'Cause the front of house looks like a parking lot
Take off the shirt, check out the work
Body scribbled like a mark a lot
Bandana Louis, no vest and a fully
Buying dogs, I'm investing in bully's
I came from that, I perfected my jooging
Diamond teeth, got a watch full of boogers
Got a chef, vegetarian cooking
Camera man, get professional footage
They told me, "Stop buying all these fancy cars" (but I don't wanna)
They told me, "Please take all your diamonds off" (but I'm not gonna)
I'm getting too rich to fly commercial flights ('cause I don't wanna)
They wanna lock me up like Suge Knight (but I'm not gonna)
I know that bitch want me to go for that (but I don't wanna)
But I'm too rich to put my dick in that (bitch, I'm not gonna)
I hit that bitch way back, I gave her back ('cause I don't want her)
They love my drip, you know I'm stating facts (I'm not going)
The world's most hate-able, currently unavailable
Solo roof from hater proof
Pull up, watch what the haters do
Gucci's anti-social, bi-polar, he's unrelatable
Heard he wrote a novel, got labels, but you can't label him
Independent labels, they model him and they study him
Hood rich lingo, he model, but he not stunting them
Northern people come 'round me, flex, start talking Southern now
Moving like the government
F*ck it, bitch I'm the governor
I'm the new Puffy, f*ck it, the new 50
I'm the new Baby (bling)
F*ck it, the new Jimmy
Big rock frigid (yeah)
F*cking up hoes vision
Coupe, no ceiling, ceiling has gone missing
They told me, "Stop buying all these fancy cars" (but I don't wanna)
They told me, "Please take all your diamonds off" (but I'm not gonna)
I'm getting too rich to fly commercial flights ('cause I don't wanna)
They wanna lock me up like Suge Knight (but I'm not gonna)
I know that bitch want me to go for that (but I don't wanna)
But I'm too rich to put my dick in that (bitch, I'm not gonna, no)
I hit that bitch way back, I gave her back ('cause I don't want her)
They love my drip, you know I'm stating facts (I'm not going)
Burr
Evil Knievel
I ain't really finna tell y'all how to get away with murder and shit
They told me, "Stop buying all these fancy cars"
They told me, "Please take all your diamonds off"
I'm getting too rich to fly commercial flights
They wanna lock me up like Suge Knight
I know that bitch want me to go for that (but I don't wanna)
But I'm too rich to put my dick in that (bitch, I'm not gonna, no)
I hit that bitch way back, I gave her back ('cause I don't want her)
They love my drip, you know I'm stating facts (I'm not going)
I'm a CEO, I keep it cordial with an artist, I just don't politic
These women been giving me compliments
Focused, I can't acknowledge this
Astonishment, ugh, look at how the game transformed overnight
Felt like I was just getting read my rights
Look at how the ice sitting under them lights
Married to the game
We ain't throwing no rice
All grey sweats, with the white G-Nikes
Ain't too much changed, got too much change
Come to think about it, I was looking at life
Stack, invest, nigga don't just rap
Talking 'bout dap, nigga can't do 'dat
Fetch me the keys, I mean remote
Car got a button, I'm 'bout to float
I'm organized, it looking organized
'Cause the front of house looks like a parking lot
Take off the shirt, check out the work
Body scribbled like a mark a lot
Bandana Louis, no vest and a fully
Buying dogs, I'm investing in bully's
I came from that, I perfected my jooging
Diamond teeth, got a watch full of boogers
Got a chef, vegetarian cooking
Camera man, get professional footage
They told me, "Stop buying all these fancy cars" (but I don't wanna)
They told me, "Please take all your diamonds off" (but I'm not gonna)
I'm getting too rich to fly commercial flights ('cause I don't wanna)
They wanna lock me up like Suge Knight (but I'm not gonna)
I know that bitch want me to go for that (but I don't wanna)
But I'm too rich to put my dick in that (bitch, I'm not gonna)
I hit that bitch way back, I gave her back ('cause I don't want her)
They love my drip, you know I'm stating facts (I'm not going)
The world's most hate-able, currently unavailable
Solo roof from hater proof
Pull up, watch what the haters do
Gucci's anti-social, bi-polar, he's unrelatable
Heard he wrote a novel, got labels, but you can't label him
Independent labels, they model him and they study him
Hood rich lingo, he model, but he not stunting them
Northern people come 'round me, flex, start talking Southern now
Moving like the government
F*ck it, bitch I'm the governor
I'm the new Puffy, f*ck it, the new 50
I'm the new Baby (bling)
F*ck it, the new Jimmy
Big rock frigid (yeah)
F*cking up hoes vision
Coupe, no ceiling, ceiling has gone missing
They told me, "Stop buying all these fancy cars" (but I don't wanna)
They told me, "Please take all your diamonds off" (but I'm not gonna)
I'm getting too rich to fly commercial flights ('cause I don't wanna)
They wanna lock me up like Suge Knight (but I'm not gonna)
I know that bitch want me to go for that (but I don't wanna)
But I'm too rich to put my dick in that (bitch, I'm not gonna, no)
I hit that bitch way back, I gave her back ('cause I don't want her)
They love my drip, you know I'm stating facts (I'm not going)
Writer: Kevin Gilyard, Nasir Moore, Radric Delantic Davis, Rasool Ricardo Diaz, Shane Lee Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wake Up In The Sky
Fly, fly, fly
It's Gucci (it's Gucci)
Huh? Fly (woo)
I drink 'til I'm drunk (yeah), smoke 'til I'm high (yeah)
Castle on the hill (well damn), wake up in the sky
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly)
I know I'm super fly (I know), I know I'm super fly (I know)
The ladies love the luxury (yeah)
That's why they all f*ck with me (woo)
Out here with the moves (yeesh) like I invented smooth
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly)
I know I'm super fly (I know), I know I'm super fly
Haan, haan, haan
I stay fresh as hell, take a pic, I might as well, hell
Drop the top and take a selfie, my car drives itself
I got white girls blushin', homie, college girls rushin' on me (woo)
All my diamonds custom so they clutchin' and they touchin' on me
Ooh, think it's vegetables
Ooh, think it's edible
Ooh, it's incredible
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I smell like Bond Number 9 now
Section full of foreign dimes
Bitch is starin' at me sayin', "Wow"
Unforgettable like Nat King Cole
Gucci Barry White, I'm singin' to your ho (well damn)
A one man show, a human bank roll (whoa)
She lost in the sauce 'cause Gucci got the glow (huh)
I drink 'til I'm drunk (burr), smoke 'til I'm high (it's Gucci)
Castle on the hill (heh), wake up in the sky (you won't)
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly)
I know I'm super fly (I know), I know I'm super fly (I know)
The ladies love the luxury, that's why they all f*ck with me
Out here with the moves like I invented smooth
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly)
I know I'm super fly (I know), I know I'm super fly (I know)
Now watch me fly, fly
Now watch me fly, fly
You can't tell me I ain't fly
You can't tell me I ain't fly
I know I'm super fly, I know I'm super fly (Kodak, Kodak)
I'm so fly, don't need no flight attendant
Big Cuban link, don't need no pendant
I ain't never had no pot to piss in, yeah
Now all my records trendin'
Oh my, I came from stealin' bikes to flying on a G5
I don't know why I been smokin' this Cherry Pie so much
But this my life
I'm on Adderall, I be smellin' Hi-Tec when I piss
Like it's basketball, I drop 50-pointer on my wrist
It's Lil' Kodak, take a pic
I came home and dropped a hit
All these diamonds got me sick, I'm actin' spoiled
Cutlass sittin' high, I feel like I can fly
So fresh to death it's crazy, feel like I can die
I done finally got my wings, they make me wanna sing (glee)
I drink 'til I'm drunk ('til I'm drunk)
Smoke 'til I'm high ('til I'm high)
Castle on the hill (ayy), wake up in the sky
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly, baby)
I know I'm super fly (I know it)
I know I'm super fly (I know it)
The ladies love luxury, that's why they all f*ck with me (ayy)
Out here with the moves like I invented smooth (yo, yo)
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I don't fly, baby)
I know I'm super fly (I know it)
I know I'm super fly (I know it)
Now, now watch me fly, fly
Now watch me fly, fly
You can't tell me I ain't fly
I know I'm super fly, I know I'm super fly
It's Gucci (it's Gucci)
Huh? Fly (woo)
I drink 'til I'm drunk (yeah), smoke 'til I'm high (yeah)
Castle on the hill (well damn), wake up in the sky
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly)
I know I'm super fly (I know), I know I'm super fly (I know)
The ladies love the luxury (yeah)
That's why they all f*ck with me (woo)
Out here with the moves (yeesh) like I invented smooth
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly)
I know I'm super fly (I know), I know I'm super fly
Haan, haan, haan
I stay fresh as hell, take a pic, I might as well, hell
Drop the top and take a selfie, my car drives itself
I got white girls blushin', homie, college girls rushin' on me (woo)
All my diamonds custom so they clutchin' and they touchin' on me
Ooh, think it's vegetables
Ooh, think it's edible
Ooh, it's incredible
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I smell like Bond Number 9 now
Section full of foreign dimes
Bitch is starin' at me sayin', "Wow"
Unforgettable like Nat King Cole
Gucci Barry White, I'm singin' to your ho (well damn)
A one man show, a human bank roll (whoa)
She lost in the sauce 'cause Gucci got the glow (huh)
I drink 'til I'm drunk (burr), smoke 'til I'm high (it's Gucci)
Castle on the hill (heh), wake up in the sky (you won't)
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly)
I know I'm super fly (I know), I know I'm super fly (I know)
The ladies love the luxury, that's why they all f*ck with me
Out here with the moves like I invented smooth
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly)
I know I'm super fly (I know), I know I'm super fly (I know)
Now watch me fly, fly
Now watch me fly, fly
You can't tell me I ain't fly
You can't tell me I ain't fly
I know I'm super fly, I know I'm super fly (Kodak, Kodak)
I'm so fly, don't need no flight attendant
Big Cuban link, don't need no pendant
I ain't never had no pot to piss in, yeah
Now all my records trendin'
Oh my, I came from stealin' bikes to flying on a G5
I don't know why I been smokin' this Cherry Pie so much
But this my life
I'm on Adderall, I be smellin' Hi-Tec when I piss
Like it's basketball, I drop 50-pointer on my wrist
It's Lil' Kodak, take a pic
I came home and dropped a hit
All these diamonds got me sick, I'm actin' spoiled
Cutlass sittin' high, I feel like I can fly
So fresh to death it's crazy, feel like I can die
I done finally got my wings, they make me wanna sing (glee)
I drink 'til I'm drunk ('til I'm drunk)
Smoke 'til I'm high ('til I'm high)
Castle on the hill (ayy), wake up in the sky
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly, baby)
I know I'm super fly (I know it)
I know I'm super fly (I know it)
The ladies love luxury, that's why they all f*ck with me (ayy)
Out here with the moves like I invented smooth (yo, yo)
You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I don't fly, baby)
I know I'm super fly (I know it)
I know I'm super fly (I know it)
Now, now watch me fly, fly
Now watch me fly, fly
You can't tell me I ain't fly
I know I'm super fly, I know I'm super fly
Writer: Chance Youngblood, Dieuson Octave, Dwan Avery, Jeff LaCroix, Peter Hernandez, Radric Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Solitaire
Burr, I'm out pussy
It's your worst nightmare
Glacier, ha
I was just sittin' in a cell playin' solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, bracelet full of solitaires
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch from Fort Lauderdale, say she love them solitaires
4 mil for the crib, 1.5 just to keep me chill (1.5)
To my neighbors here, Jack and Jill, still trap up the hill (through the hill)
Fiji water, talkin' Aquafina glass, crystal clear
Ice there, ice here, I just iced the atmosphere
(Huncho) I'm walkin' real light (walk)
It's somethin' like skatin' on ice (skate)
Yo hoe wanna f*ck my vibe (sheesh)
Huncho Brett Favre, throw pies (Huncho)
Try the gang, and we dumpin' (dump)
Glacier Boy, it's a global warmin' (yeah)
Now everybody wanna come join in (gang)
Niggas born in, they ain't sworn in (no)
I was just sittin' in a cell playin' solitaire (huh)
Now they see me everywhere, bracelet full of solitaires (Wop)
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch from Fort Lauderdale, say she love them solitaires (mwah)
Bitch, I don't play no solitaire, I'm a f*ckin' millionaire
Trap stars everywhere (trap), bad hoes everywhere (bad)
Right wrist quarter million dollars, that's no lie
Left wrist, all Piguets, I put it in the sky
All my stones single man, they ain't with the mingling
Damn, that's Mr. Whole Clip, but we ain't with that kinky shit
Wop be on that Nicki shit, my whole clique robbin'
Lookin' at the robbers like, "Y'all ain't finna take shit"
Glacier Boy, amazin' shit, your jeweler ain't up on this
Crazy diamond bracelet, I'm jealous of my own wrist
If you ain't spent a million yet, you probably won't agree with this
Major labels compete for us, we keep on coppin' pieces
(It's Gucci!)
I was just sittin' in a cell playin' solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, bracelet full of solitaires
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch from Fort Lauderdale, say she love them solitaires
Wop, ha, Eskimo, Migos, all I know
It's your worst nightmare
Glacier, ha
I was just sittin' in a cell playin' solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, bracelet full of solitaires
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch from Fort Lauderdale, say she love them solitaires
4 mil for the crib, 1.5 just to keep me chill (1.5)
To my neighbors here, Jack and Jill, still trap up the hill (through the hill)
Fiji water, talkin' Aquafina glass, crystal clear
Ice there, ice here, I just iced the atmosphere
(Huncho) I'm walkin' real light (walk)
It's somethin' like skatin' on ice (skate)
Yo hoe wanna f*ck my vibe (sheesh)
Huncho Brett Favre, throw pies (Huncho)
Try the gang, and we dumpin' (dump)
Glacier Boy, it's a global warmin' (yeah)
Now everybody wanna come join in (gang)
Niggas born in, they ain't sworn in (no)
I was just sittin' in a cell playin' solitaire (huh)
Now they see me everywhere, bracelet full of solitaires (Wop)
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch from Fort Lauderdale, say she love them solitaires (mwah)
Bitch, I don't play no solitaire, I'm a f*ckin' millionaire
Trap stars everywhere (trap), bad hoes everywhere (bad)
Right wrist quarter million dollars, that's no lie
Left wrist, all Piguets, I put it in the sky
All my stones single man, they ain't with the mingling
Damn, that's Mr. Whole Clip, but we ain't with that kinky shit
Wop be on that Nicki shit, my whole clique robbin'
Lookin' at the robbers like, "Y'all ain't finna take shit"
Glacier Boy, amazin' shit, your jeweler ain't up on this
Crazy diamond bracelet, I'm jealous of my own wrist
If you ain't spent a million yet, you probably won't agree with this
Major labels compete for us, we keep on coppin' pieces
(It's Gucci!)
I was just sittin' in a cell playin' solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, bracelet full of solitaires
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch from Fort Lauderdale, say she love them solitaires
Wop, ha, Eskimo, Migos, all I know
Writer: Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirshnik Khari Ball, Radric Delantic Davis, Miles Parks McCollum, Carlton Jr. Mays
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
This the Night
Southside on the track, yeah
Huh, Knievel
Startin' with the speakers blarin', in that new McLaren
I'm startin' off my day with that glacier-blue McLaren
Gucci Mane, my status international (Wop)
Calm, real calm, but my shooters are irrational, ugh
Had my share of foreigns, internationals, huh
She exotic but I like it when it's natural (Mwah, mwah)
I'm not regular, naw, I'm not typical (Hell nah)
It's so challenging to them, it's not difficult (It's easy), huh
I'ma keep it trill with you, want a billion (I want a bill'), huh
First a hundred million, naw, it's not difficult (Hundred million), huh
This the night
My jewelry shinin' bright
These haters feelin' slighted
'Cause they know it's different prices, huh, huh
This the night, huh
We ain't come to play
Yeah, my bitch she came to slay, yeah
We ain't come to stay, nah, nah
It's the night
My jewelry shinin' bright
These haters feelin' slighted
'Cause they know it's different prices, huh, huh
It's the night
I'm rockin' crazy ice (Yeah, huh)
I live a crazy life (It's Gucci)
You live a crazy life, burr, burr
New whip alert, I pull up and they feelings hurt (Damn)
She ain't said nothin' but her booty flirt (Damn)
I rock minks in summertime, like f*ck the temperature (Burr)
He don't wanna say it but he gettin' nervous (Hah)
'Cause it's night time, the freaks come out at night (At night)
They plottin' to take your shine, don't let 'em snatch your ice (Huh?)
I flood the pipeline, fresh off the flight with white
My car talk back to me, I think I'm Michael Knight (Michael Knight)
Brand new house alert, the drapes'll make you die (They're to die for)
Custom watch alert, baguettes, it took some time (Took some time)
Please don't stare too long, it might just make you blind (Make you blind)
I got out right in time, it's Guwop time to shine (Time to shine)
This the night
My jewelry shinin' bright
These haters feelin' slighted
'Cause they know it's different prices, huh, huh
This the night, huh
We ain't come to play
Yeah, my bitch she came to slay, yeah
We ain't come to stay, nah, nah
It's the night
My jewelry shinin' bright
These haters feelin' slighted
'Cause they know it's different prices, huh, huh
It's the night
I'm rockin' crazy ice (Yeah, huh)
I live a crazy life (It's Gucci)
Live a crazy life, burr, burr
This the night, (This the night, this the night)
This the night, (This the night, this the night)
This the night, (This the night, this the night)
Huh, Knievel
Startin' with the speakers blarin', in that new McLaren
I'm startin' off my day with that glacier-blue McLaren
Gucci Mane, my status international (Wop)
Calm, real calm, but my shooters are irrational, ugh
Had my share of foreigns, internationals, huh
She exotic but I like it when it's natural (Mwah, mwah)
I'm not regular, naw, I'm not typical (Hell nah)
It's so challenging to them, it's not difficult (It's easy), huh
I'ma keep it trill with you, want a billion (I want a bill'), huh
First a hundred million, naw, it's not difficult (Hundred million), huh
This the night
My jewelry shinin' bright
These haters feelin' slighted
'Cause they know it's different prices, huh, huh
This the night, huh
We ain't come to play
Yeah, my bitch she came to slay, yeah
We ain't come to stay, nah, nah
It's the night
My jewelry shinin' bright
These haters feelin' slighted
'Cause they know it's different prices, huh, huh
It's the night
I'm rockin' crazy ice (Yeah, huh)
I live a crazy life (It's Gucci)
You live a crazy life, burr, burr
New whip alert, I pull up and they feelings hurt (Damn)
She ain't said nothin' but her booty flirt (Damn)
I rock minks in summertime, like f*ck the temperature (Burr)
He don't wanna say it but he gettin' nervous (Hah)
'Cause it's night time, the freaks come out at night (At night)
They plottin' to take your shine, don't let 'em snatch your ice (Huh?)
I flood the pipeline, fresh off the flight with white
My car talk back to me, I think I'm Michael Knight (Michael Knight)
Brand new house alert, the drapes'll make you die (They're to die for)
Custom watch alert, baguettes, it took some time (Took some time)
Please don't stare too long, it might just make you blind (Make you blind)
I got out right in time, it's Guwop time to shine (Time to shine)
This the night
My jewelry shinin' bright
These haters feelin' slighted
'Cause they know it's different prices, huh, huh
This the night, huh
We ain't come to play
Yeah, my bitch she came to slay, yeah
We ain't come to stay, nah, nah
It's the night
My jewelry shinin' bright
These haters feelin' slighted
'Cause they know it's different prices, huh, huh
It's the night
I'm rockin' crazy ice (Yeah, huh)
I live a crazy life (It's Gucci)
Live a crazy life, burr, burr
This the night, (This the night, this the night)
This the night, (This the night, this the night)
This the night, (This the night, this the night)
Writer: Joshua Howard Luellen, Radric Delantic Davis, Roberto Curti
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mad Russian
Wop
M-M-M-Murda
I still f*ck her like a mad Russian, she mad crushin'
At least she hit the sad button, she mad blushin'
Diamonds got her head huntin', she head huntin'
Are you scared? 'Cause you ain't saying nothin', we been f*ckin'
Yeah they lookin' and they been lookin', they been lurkin' (Wop)
Escortin' down her leg, flirtin', she been flirtin'
I pull up in a four seater, one person (One)
Fiji diamond bracelet on, they so thirsty
Baby got an ass on her, it's so perfect
She tryna make me glance at her, and it's workin'
Gucci keep them bands on him, he Mr. Perfect
No feeling, no ceiling, he so verted
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Big bands on me, I'ma throw it on the floor
Run it up and hit the mall, I spend it at the Gucci store
Shawty know I'm in designer from my head down to my toes
Oh, you say you wanna cuff me? I ain't trustin' in no hoe
Why you say I do too much when you know you do the most
It's a celebration, I might have to make a toast
I just did it for my city, now they calling me the GOAT
Looking for the right direction, I ain't have nowhere to go
She a bad girl, she catching mood swings
She wanna stay the night, and drink the D'usse
She said I'll follow you, and do what you say
This can be forever boy, master, you're my sensei, ayy
I still f*ck her like a mad Russian, she mad crushin'
At least she hit the sad button, she mad blushin'
Diamonds got her head huntin', she head huntin'
Are you scared? 'Cause you ain't saying nothin', we been f*ckin'
She a bad girl, she catching mood swings
She wanna stay the night, and drink the D'usse
She said I'll follow you, and do what you say
This can be forever boy, master, you're my sensei, ayy
F*ck her like a mad Russian
F*ck her like a mad Russian
F*ck her like a mad Russian
F*ck her like a mad Russian
M-M-M-Murda
I still f*ck her like a mad Russian, she mad crushin'
At least she hit the sad button, she mad blushin'
Diamonds got her head huntin', she head huntin'
Are you scared? 'Cause you ain't saying nothin', we been f*ckin'
Yeah they lookin' and they been lookin', they been lurkin' (Wop)
Escortin' down her leg, flirtin', she been flirtin'
I pull up in a four seater, one person (One)
Fiji diamond bracelet on, they so thirsty
Baby got an ass on her, it's so perfect
She tryna make me glance at her, and it's workin'
Gucci keep them bands on him, he Mr. Perfect
No feeling, no ceiling, he so verted
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Big bands on me, I'ma throw it on the floor
Run it up and hit the mall, I spend it at the Gucci store
Shawty know I'm in designer from my head down to my toes
Oh, you say you wanna cuff me? I ain't trustin' in no hoe
Why you say I do too much when you know you do the most
It's a celebration, I might have to make a toast
I just did it for my city, now they calling me the GOAT
Looking for the right direction, I ain't have nowhere to go
She a bad girl, she catching mood swings
She wanna stay the night, and drink the D'usse
She said I'll follow you, and do what you say
This can be forever boy, master, you're my sensei, ayy
I still f*ck her like a mad Russian, she mad crushin'
At least she hit the sad button, she mad blushin'
Diamonds got her head huntin', she head huntin'
Are you scared? 'Cause you ain't saying nothin', we been f*ckin'
She a bad girl, she catching mood swings
She wanna stay the night, and drink the D'usse
She said I'll follow you, and do what you say
This can be forever boy, master, you're my sensei, ayy
F*ck her like a mad Russian
F*ck her like a mad Russian
F*ck her like a mad Russian
F*ck her like a mad Russian
Writer: Kevin Gomringer, Kimetrius Foose, Radric Davis, Shane Lindstrom, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hard Feelings
Southside on the track, yeah
Evil Genius
Gucci season
Wizop
Brrr! Brrr! Haha
Guwop, wizop
Go!
These hoes ain't worth a nickel (Nah)
Feelings get real fickle (Hah)
Some hoes you got to pimp 'em
Some you show favoritism (Muah)
Guwop got money, honey
Too rich for TV, Jonny
But I need you urgently (Come)
Come quickly, hurry please (Now)
She see me, think it's Christmas (Huh)
Fell out like Wendy Williams (Wow)
On fleek she look Brazilian (Fleek)
Drop top with tinted window (Guwop)
Love when she call me papi
Guess I know how to pick 'em
Even when I was fat
Think I invented drippin'
I broke so many hearts
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings
I broke so many hearts
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
I broke so many hearts
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings
Sweet and tender
Fender bender, now she vex
Fighting and f*cking
Kissing, suck me on my jet (Nyoom)
My life is public
My life's complex but it's no stress
I told her f*ck it (Yeah)
It ain't no budget 'cause I'm blessed (Guwop)
My ex still stalk me
And we done broke up in '96
Why he down talk me?
Guess he can't deal with my success (What)
Why you keep trollin'?
And I act like you don't exist (Uh huh)
My heart was golden
But now it's frozen with baguettes (Yeah)
I broke so many hearts
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings
I broke so many hearts
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
I broke so many hearts
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings
Evil Genius
Gucci season
Wizop
Brrr! Brrr! Haha
Guwop, wizop
Go!
These hoes ain't worth a nickel (Nah)
Feelings get real fickle (Hah)
Some hoes you got to pimp 'em
Some you show favoritism (Muah)
Guwop got money, honey
Too rich for TV, Jonny
But I need you urgently (Come)
Come quickly, hurry please (Now)
She see me, think it's Christmas (Huh)
Fell out like Wendy Williams (Wow)
On fleek she look Brazilian (Fleek)
Drop top with tinted window (Guwop)
Love when she call me papi
Guess I know how to pick 'em
Even when I was fat
Think I invented drippin'
I broke so many hearts
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings
I broke so many hearts
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
I broke so many hearts
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings
Sweet and tender
Fender bender, now she vex
Fighting and f*cking
Kissing, suck me on my jet (Nyoom)
My life is public
My life's complex but it's no stress
I told her f*ck it (Yeah)
It ain't no budget 'cause I'm blessed (Guwop)
My ex still stalk me
And we done broke up in '96
Why he down talk me?
Guess he can't deal with my success (What)
Why you keep trollin'?
And I act like you don't exist (Uh huh)
My heart was golden
But now it's frozen with baguettes (Yeah)
I broke so many hearts
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings
I broke so many hearts
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
I broke so many hearts
Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings)
Hope it's no hard feelings
Writer: Joshua Howard Luellen, Kevin Gomringer, Radric Delantic Davis, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lord
DY Krazy
Lord, Wop
It's Gucci
I'm praying to the Lord (Lord)
Please keep me out the blogs (The Lord)
Guess He see my heavy heart (Uh)
He gave me my reward (He seen it)
I'm praying to the Lord (God)
Middle finger to the law (Lord)
I know He see me working hard (Workin')
He gave me my reward (It's Gucci)
I'm praying to the Lord (It's me)
Please keep me out the blogs (Wop)
Guess He see my heavy heart (Huh)
He gave me my reward (He seen it)
I'm praying to the Lord (The Lord)
I know my tongues on swole (Lord)
He see me working hard (I'm sorry)
He gave me my reward (God)
Praying to the Lord that these foes respect my privacy
But help you spend your money up, then split that loan from Iverson (Uh)
The world cold, thot hoes
Trifling and conniving (Burr)
Chase a check, f*ck a bitch, God I know you're watching me
Got me repping different, when I hear this shit it's shocking me
I shocked the block, I dropped the top, and pulled up at Blue Ivory (Yeah)
Trap, rock, hip hop, everybody mocking me
I'm in a soft top Maybach
I tinted it for privacy (It's Gucci)
I'm praying to the Lord (Lord)
Please keep me out the blogs (The Lord)
Guess He see my heavy heart (Uh)
He gave me my reward (He seen it)
I'm praying to the Lord (God)
Middle finger to the law (Lord)
I know He see me working hard (Workin')
He gave me my reward (It's Gucci)
I'm praying to the Lord (It's me)
Please keep me out the blogs (Wop)
Guess He see my heavy heart (Huh)
He gave me my reward (He seen it)
I'm praying to the Lord (The Lord)
I know my tongues on swole (Lord)
He see me working hard
He gave me my reward (God)
Real, steel penalties
Federal sentences (Federal sentences)
Phone time limited (Hello?)
Face them consequences, bih (Face them consequences)
He told you about the Bentley kit (Told you about the Bentley kit)
Did he tell you 'bout the dope he kick (Did he tell you about the dope he kick?)
Did he tell you all time you'll get (Did he tell you all the time you'll get?)
If you get caught with another stick
Whipping up a brick, Zone 6, f*ck my nemesis (F*ck 'em)
Pray to God that I forget, I don't want no memories (God)
Dome full of convicts, envision this synergy
They stabbed him with a ice pick and threw him off the balcony
I'm praying to the Lord (Lord)
Please keep me out the blogs (The Lord)
Guess He see my heavy heart (Uh)
He gave me my reward (He seen it)
I'm praying to the Lord (God)
Middle finger to the law (Lord)
I know He see me working hard (Workin')
He gave me my reward (It's Gucci)
I'm praying to the Lord (It's me)
Please keep me out the blogs (Wop)
Guess He see my heavy heart (Huh)
He gave me my reward (He seen it)
I'm praying to the Lord (The Lord)
I know my tongues on swole (I know)
He see me working hard (Uh)
He gave me my reward
Lord, Wop
It's Gucci
I'm praying to the Lord (Lord)
Please keep me out the blogs (The Lord)
Guess He see my heavy heart (Uh)
He gave me my reward (He seen it)
I'm praying to the Lord (God)
Middle finger to the law (Lord)
I know He see me working hard (Workin')
He gave me my reward (It's Gucci)
I'm praying to the Lord (It's me)
Please keep me out the blogs (Wop)
Guess He see my heavy heart (Huh)
He gave me my reward (He seen it)
I'm praying to the Lord (The Lord)
I know my tongues on swole (Lord)
He see me working hard (I'm sorry)
He gave me my reward (God)
Praying to the Lord that these foes respect my privacy
But help you spend your money up, then split that loan from Iverson (Uh)
The world cold, thot hoes
Trifling and conniving (Burr)
Chase a check, f*ck a bitch, God I know you're watching me
Got me repping different, when I hear this shit it's shocking me
I shocked the block, I dropped the top, and pulled up at Blue Ivory (Yeah)
Trap, rock, hip hop, everybody mocking me
I'm in a soft top Maybach
I tinted it for privacy (It's Gucci)
I'm praying to the Lord (Lord)
Please keep me out the blogs (The Lord)
Guess He see my heavy heart (Uh)
He gave me my reward (He seen it)
I'm praying to the Lord (God)
Middle finger to the law (Lord)
I know He see me working hard (Workin')
He gave me my reward (It's Gucci)
I'm praying to the Lord (It's me)
Please keep me out the blogs (Wop)
Guess He see my heavy heart (Huh)
He gave me my reward (He seen it)
I'm praying to the Lord (The Lord)
I know my tongues on swole (Lord)
He see me working hard
He gave me my reward (God)
Real, steel penalties
Federal sentences (Federal sentences)
Phone time limited (Hello?)
Face them consequences, bih (Face them consequences)
He told you about the Bentley kit (Told you about the Bentley kit)
Did he tell you 'bout the dope he kick (Did he tell you about the dope he kick?)
Did he tell you all time you'll get (Did he tell you all the time you'll get?)
If you get caught with another stick
Whipping up a brick, Zone 6, f*ck my nemesis (F*ck 'em)
Pray to God that I forget, I don't want no memories (God)
Dome full of convicts, envision this synergy
They stabbed him with a ice pick and threw him off the balcony
I'm praying to the Lord (Lord)
Please keep me out the blogs (The Lord)
Guess He see my heavy heart (Uh)
He gave me my reward (He seen it)
I'm praying to the Lord (God)
Middle finger to the law (Lord)
I know He see me working hard (Workin')
He gave me my reward (It's Gucci)
I'm praying to the Lord (It's me)
Please keep me out the blogs (Wop)
Guess He see my heavy heart (Huh)
He gave me my reward (He seen it)
I'm praying to the Lord (The Lord)
I know my tongues on swole (I know)
He see me working hard (Uh)
He gave me my reward
Writer: Dwan Avery, Joshua Howard Luellen, Mario Antonio Martinez, Radric Delantic Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Money Callin
Wop, huh, hah
Evil Genius, hah, Guwap
Guwap fresh up off of paper
Now I'm reading the paper (Huh)
I'm sorry I've been busy (Sorry)
I've been out here chasing paper (Money)
I like em' sassy and pretty (Sassy)
Them Keishas and Keshas (Uh)
You'll get cropped out the picture (Huh?)
Like Puff did the Kardashians (Well damn)
Diamond flash without the flash (Flash)
Off in the hood playin' scratch (Uh)
Chopper leave, neck come out all red (Red)
You know El Gato hate rats
And the word around town that you talking down (Down)
They see me talk down, then they broke down (Down)
Don't f*ck with them clowns, yeah (Clown)
Money keep on callin' me, callin' me (Money)
Money keep on callin' me, callin' me (Money)
Money keep on callin' me, callin' me (Money)
Money keep on callin' me, uh (Money)
Feel like money keep following me, yeah (Money)
Money keep on callin' me (What?)
Money keep on callin' me (Yeah)
Money keep on callin' me (Yes)
Money keep on callin' me, callin' me (Money)
Money keep on callin' me (Damn)
Money keep on callin' me (Money)
I feel like it following, yeah
Money keep on callin' me (Callin' me)
Money keep on callin' me (Heyo)
Money keep on callin' me (Yes)
I feel like it following, following (It's Guc')
The money is calling, the money is calling
She sassy and pretty, she thick like I like them
Chilly with ice on, they been on the drip
Glacier McLaren that runs all our crew
When I'm in Seaport, I sell 'em the krippy
Think that she hippy, she wanna be Kylie
Can't lie, a cutie, they call me "Your Highness"
My friends call me Fiji, I'm covered with diamonds
Take food off my plate, don't make that mistake
Conquer the hate 'cause I'm rulin' they fate
Wop one of the greats, I'm known for the flake
The wedding cake, I flew it in from L.A
All in the D, balling like Blake
Or Blake with the Clippers like back in the day
Scarface with the flake, watching the gate
The money is callin', I cannot be late, yeah
Money keep on callin' me, callin' me (Money)
Money keep on callin' me, callin' me (Money)
Money keep on callin' me, callin' me (Money)
Money keep on callin' me, uh (Money)
Feel like money keep following me, yeah (Money)
Money keep on callin' me (What?)
Money keep on callin' me (Yeah)
Money keep on callin' me (Yes)
Money keep on callin' me, callin' me (Money)
Money keep on callin' me (Damn)
Money keep on callin' me (Money)
I feel like it following, yeah
Money keep on callin' me (Callin' me)
Money keep on callin' me (Heyo)
Money keep on callin' me (Yes)
I feel like it following, following (It's Guc')
Evil Genius, hah, Guwap
Guwap fresh up off of paper
Now I'm reading the paper (Huh)
I'm sorry I've been busy (Sorry)
I've been out here chasing paper (Money)
I like em' sassy and pretty (Sassy)
Them Keishas and Keshas (Uh)
You'll get cropped out the picture (Huh?)
Like Puff did the Kardashians (Well damn)
Diamond flash without the flash (Flash)
Off in the hood playin' scratch (Uh)
Chopper leave, neck come out all red (Red)
You know El Gato hate rats
And the word around town that you talking down (Down)
They see me talk down, then they broke down (Down)
Don't f*ck with them clowns, yeah (Clown)
Money keep on callin' me, callin' me (Money)
Money keep on callin' me, callin' me (Money)
Money keep on callin' me, callin' me (Money)
Money keep on callin' me, uh (Money)
Feel like money keep following me, yeah (Money)
Money keep on callin' me (What?)
Money keep on callin' me (Yeah)
Money keep on callin' me (Yes)
Money keep on callin' me, callin' me (Money)
Money keep on callin' me (Damn)
Money keep on callin' me (Money)
I feel like it following, yeah
Money keep on callin' me (Callin' me)
Money keep on callin' me (Heyo)
Money keep on callin' me (Yes)
I feel like it following, following (It's Guc')
The money is calling, the money is calling
She sassy and pretty, she thick like I like them
Chilly with ice on, they been on the drip
Glacier McLaren that runs all our crew
When I'm in Seaport, I sell 'em the krippy
Think that she hippy, she wanna be Kylie
Can't lie, a cutie, they call me "Your Highness"
My friends call me Fiji, I'm covered with diamonds
Take food off my plate, don't make that mistake
Conquer the hate 'cause I'm rulin' they fate
Wop one of the greats, I'm known for the flake
The wedding cake, I flew it in from L.A
All in the D, balling like Blake
Or Blake with the Clippers like back in the day
Scarface with the flake, watching the gate
The money is callin', I cannot be late, yeah
Money keep on callin' me, callin' me (Money)
Money keep on callin' me, callin' me (Money)
Money keep on callin' me, callin' me (Money)
Money keep on callin' me, uh (Money)
Feel like money keep following me, yeah (Money)
Money keep on callin' me (What?)
Money keep on callin' me (Yeah)
Money keep on callin' me (Yes)
Money keep on callin' me, callin' me (Money)
Money keep on callin' me (Damn)
Money keep on callin' me (Money)
I feel like it following, yeah
Money keep on callin' me (Callin' me)
Money keep on callin' me (Heyo)
Money keep on callin' me (Yes)
I feel like it following, following (It's Guc')
Writer: Courtland Johnson, Radric Delantic Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Kept Back
Huh, It's Gucci
Ooh
Huh, Wop, whah
Lil Pump
Brr, yeah, blah, oh, blow
M-M-M-Murda
Murda on the beat with the murder man
Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand
Steppin' on his dope like a step dad
Too turnt up, can't help that
Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax
Watch so dumb it got kept back
Bitch so thick, she can't help that
'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag
Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that
And her brain so dumb we got kept back
Just flew in designer to the bookbag
Tell her needed something real good to look at
Booty so big it got kept back
Pull up in the Dawn, let the roof back
Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that
Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending
Got a lot of ice on my neck man
Damn man, hundred bands hangin' out my backpack
Wrist so cold need a ice pack
Put four hundred bands in the mic stand
Woke up in the morning, bought a Maybach
Ooh, I'ma go do what I want to do
Got your baby mama, nigga tokin' out the sunroof
Damn boo, I'ma keep it real, I don't f*ck with you
'Cause you got an attitude
You cashed out on a Bentley Coupe (woo)
I'ma go and f*ck your bitch tomor-row
Gucci loafers on when I walk, dough
Lil Pump smash your main ho (wow)
And she gon' do what I say so
I'ma show you how I live life, ooh
Made two mil in one night
Whole body covered in ice
Pourin' up fours in my Tropical Sprite
Murda on the beat with the murder man
Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand
Steppin' on his dope like a step dad
Too turnt up, can't help that
Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax
Watch so dumb it got kept back
Bitch so thick, she can't help that
'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag
Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that
And her brain so dumb we got kept back
Just flew in designer to the bookbag
Tell her needed something real good to look at
Booty so big it got kept back
Pull up in the Dawn, let the roof back
Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that
Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending
Nigga keep missin' with the music
Baby you a human Jacuzzi
I'ma twist a bitch like a rubix
I might turn my book into a movie (Gucci)
I'ma put a bitch in a movie, porno
Rockstar couple, Cher, Bono
Rock star my life, Muliano
Pull up, ten bricks of that Nelly Furtado
El Gato's down in The Hamptons
My bitch with blue hair, Marge Simpson
Pull up with the driver in a Phantom
Pinky ring sick, got cancer
I was just sellin' dope on camera
Now I got my own shoe like the Answer
Might pull up throw some money on a dancer
Had to tip my earrings 'cause they dancin'
Murda on the beat with the murder man
Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand
Steppin' on his dope like a step dad
Too turnt up, can't help that
Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax
Watch so dumb it got kept back
Bitch so thick, she can't help that
'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag
Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that
And her brain so dumb we got kept back
Just flew in designer to the bookbag
Tell her needed something real good to look at
Booty so big it got kept back
Pull up in the Dawn, let the roof back
Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that
Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending
Ooh
Huh, Wop, whah
Lil Pump
Brr, yeah, blah, oh, blow
M-M-M-Murda
Murda on the beat with the murder man
Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand
Steppin' on his dope like a step dad
Too turnt up, can't help that
Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax
Watch so dumb it got kept back
Bitch so thick, she can't help that
'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag
Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that
And her brain so dumb we got kept back
Just flew in designer to the bookbag
Tell her needed something real good to look at
Booty so big it got kept back
Pull up in the Dawn, let the roof back
Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that
Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending
Got a lot of ice on my neck man
Damn man, hundred bands hangin' out my backpack
Wrist so cold need a ice pack
Put four hundred bands in the mic stand
Woke up in the morning, bought a Maybach
Ooh, I'ma go do what I want to do
Got your baby mama, nigga tokin' out the sunroof
Damn boo, I'ma keep it real, I don't f*ck with you
'Cause you got an attitude
You cashed out on a Bentley Coupe (woo)
I'ma go and f*ck your bitch tomor-row
Gucci loafers on when I walk, dough
Lil Pump smash your main ho (wow)
And she gon' do what I say so
I'ma show you how I live life, ooh
Made two mil in one night
Whole body covered in ice
Pourin' up fours in my Tropical Sprite
Murda on the beat with the murder man
Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand
Steppin' on his dope like a step dad
Too turnt up, can't help that
Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax
Watch so dumb it got kept back
Bitch so thick, she can't help that
'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag
Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that
And her brain so dumb we got kept back
Just flew in designer to the bookbag
Tell her needed something real good to look at
Booty so big it got kept back
Pull up in the Dawn, let the roof back
Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that
Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending
Nigga keep missin' with the music
Baby you a human Jacuzzi
I'ma twist a bitch like a rubix
I might turn my book into a movie (Gucci)
I'ma put a bitch in a movie, porno
Rockstar couple, Cher, Bono
Rock star my life, Muliano
Pull up, ten bricks of that Nelly Furtado
El Gato's down in The Hamptons
My bitch with blue hair, Marge Simpson
Pull up with the driver in a Phantom
Pinky ring sick, got cancer
I was just sellin' dope on camera
Now I got my own shoe like the Answer
Might pull up throw some money on a dancer
Had to tip my earrings 'cause they dancin'
Murda on the beat with the murder man
Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand
Steppin' on his dope like a step dad
Too turnt up, can't help that
Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax
Watch so dumb it got kept back
Bitch so thick, she can't help that
'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag
Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that
And her brain so dumb we got kept back
Just flew in designer to the bookbag
Tell her needed something real good to look at
Booty so big it got kept back
Pull up in the Dawn, let the roof back
Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that
Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending
Writer: Gazzy Garcia, Radric Delantic Davis, Shane Lee Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Evil Genius is the twelfth studio album by American rapper Gucci Mane. It was released on December 7, 2018, by Atlantic Records and GUWOP Enterprises. The album features guest appearances from Quavo, 21 Savage, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Kevin Gates, Bruno Mars, Kodak Black, Migos, Lil Yachty, Lil Skies, and Lil Pump, while the production was handled by Southside, Metro Boomin, Murda Beatz, Honorable C.N.O.T.E. and OG Parker, among others.
The album is supported by three singles: "Solitaire" featuring Migos and Lil Yachty, "Kept Back" featuring Lil Pump, and "Wake Up in the Sky" with Bruno Mars and Kodak Black. The album went gold on June 24, 2021.
Performed By:
Gucci ManeThe album is supported by three singles: "Solitaire" featuring Migos and Lil Yachty, "Kept Back" featuring Lil Pump, and "Wake Up in the Sky" with Bruno Mars and Kodak Black. The album went gold on June 24, 2021.
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): Gucci Mane, Bone The Producer, Bruno Mars, Cubeatz, Deko, DJ Durel, Dre Moon, Dun Deal, DY, Earl the Pearll, G Koop, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Lab Cook, Marii Beatz, Metro Boomin, Murda Beatz, Sool Got Hits, OG Parker, Quavo, Smash David, Southside, Spiffy Global, Swede, Tarentino, Tre Pounds, Quay Global
Length: 50:38
Released: December 7th, 2018
Year: 2018