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Gucci Mane – Lately Lyrics

[Intro]
So Icey Boy
CEO
(SpiffoMadeIt, bitch, aha)
(Go)

[Chorus]
Lately they been comin’ at me fakin’, it’s been hard to dodge
I just copped two Trackhawks and two Chargers, we in love with Dodge (What)
All these diamonds on me hittin’ me hard like I’ve been fightin’ with Floyd (Burr)
Put your hands on Gucci Mane, on God, I’m sendin’ your ass to God
Don’t talk about my enemies, they dead to me, why bring ’em up?
This .223 gon’ end the beef (Grrra), they slept on me, I woke ’em up (Ooh)
AR with the shoulder strap, what that sound like? The NOLA clap
Money so retarded, might park my Phantom in a handicap

[Verse 1]
My lil’ jit just like shootin’ up shit, they don’t еven really like to rap (Huh?)
Ran off on ya, owе you one, the coke was color Doja Cat (It’s cream)
Guess he thought that Gucci was a ho, I wonder who told him that?
Playin’ with my backend on the road, got the promoter whacked (Baow)
Lately all my new signees got me thinkin’ my phone tapped (Well damn)
So Icey write they own raps, my artists tote they own straps (Baow)
Brand new F8 ‘Rari, drive that bitch like it got handlebars (Skrrt)
Lil’ bitch, she a cannibal, ate my dick like an animal (Muah)

[Chorus]
Lately they been comin’ at me fakin’, it’s been hard to dodge
I just copped two Trackhawks and two Chargers, we in love with Dodge (What)
All these diamonds on me hittin’ me hard like I’ve been fightin’ with Floyd (Burr)
Put your hands on Gucci Mane, on God, I’m sendin’ your ass to God
Don’t talk about my enemies, they dead to me, why bring ’em up?
This .223 gon’ end the beef (Grrra), they slept on me, I woke ’em up (Ooh)
AR with the shoulder strap, what that sound like? The NOLA clap
Money so retarded, might park my Phantom in a handicap

[Verse 2]
Niggas hang with me, known to push a stick like a janitor (What?)
My niggas some predators, a lot of niggas scared of us
Beef ain’t really shit to me, a nigga ain’t did shit to me (No)
I’m not Billy Batts, but a nigga ain’t takin’ shit from me (Nah)
Niggas talkin’ down on me like they ain’t bought no bricks from me
Suckers tryna clown me like they never hit no licks with me (Ha)
Ran my M’s up, left the streets, now that’s a flawless victory (Well damn)
Lace my cleats and fed the streets, yeah, everybody eats with me (It’s Gucci)

[Chorus]
Lately they been comin’ at me fakin’, it’s been hard to dodge
I just copped two Trackhawks and two Chargers, we in love with Dodge (What)
All these diamonds on me hittin’ me hard like I’ve been fightin’ with Floyd (Burr)
Put your hands on Gucci Mane, on God, I’m sendin’ your ass to God
Don’t talk about my enemies, they dead to me, why bring ’em up?
This .223 gon’ end the beef (Grrra), they slept on me, I woke ’em up (Ooh)
AR with the shoulder strap, what that sound like? The NOLA clap
Money so retarded, might park my Phantom in a handicap

Isaiah Rashad – Lay Wit Ya Lyrics

[Intro: Isaiah Rashad & Three 6 Mafia]
Big wheel (As we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah, yeah (Ri-ridin’ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Ayy, ayy (Ri-ridin’ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Cole, you stupid (Ridin’ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Bitch, yeah (Ri-ridin’ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Ayy (Ridin’ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ri-ridin’ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
Yeah, big wheels (Ridin’ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)
(Ridin’ in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane)

[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad]
Big wheel got that motherfucker skatin’ hard
Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya’?
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
I’m a cold piece of work (Yeah)
Whippin’ up to serve (Yeah), what was for dessert? (Yeah)
I’m a Gucci Mane, you a Captain Kirk
I don’t wanna flirt (Yeah), tell me, what’s the word? Pussy
Bitch, you know what’s up (Yeah), always on the cusp (Yeah)
What’s that in your cup? (Cup) Sippin’ on that (Sippin’ on that)
Yeah, never in a rush (Rush), kickin’ out the sluts (Sluts)
I get off the bus (Yeah), pussy

[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & Duke Deuce]
Big wheel got that motherfucker skatin’ hard
Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya’?
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Yeah)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big wheel got that motherfucker skatin’ hard
Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya’? (Ha-ha, bitch)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, what the fuck?)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Ayy, ayy)

[Bridge: Duke Deuce & Three 6 Mafia]
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, huh?
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, huh?
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, what the fuck?
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up, gang, gang

[Verse 2: Duke Deuce & Three 6 Mafia]
Triple up, be crunk as fuck
Hype as fuck, but don’t stop the dose
Duke Deuce, your name hot as fuck (Huh?)
Ain’t met one bitch who would not fuck (Huh? Would not fuck)
Buck as fuck, that pistol tucked for pussy niggas actin’ tough (Brrat, bah)
Fuck a Draco, keep that capital K for range, that’s if you run
Fuckin’ bitches, ain’t no cuffin’ bitches like them other niggas (Yeah)
Tough decisions in this rappin’ business, ain’t no bein’ friendly (Yeah)
Old niggas turned to enemies, now I’m seein’ plenty (Seein’)
Strictly business, they like “Duke, you’re trippin’,” bitch, I need a milli’
Plenty people used to sleep up on me, now I’m seekin’ vengeance (Bitch)
Cold ice and cold heart, bitch, you know we strictly pimpin’
Tryna keep rappin’, these nigga keep cappin’
The pussy ass rappers keep fuckin’ with me (Fuckin’ with me)
You’re hustlin’ backwards, I pull up in Raptor
I’m strapped with them triple, them brothers with me (Ayy, ayy)
Triple up, triple, up, triple up, triple up (Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & Duke Deuce]
Big wheel got that motherfucker skatin’ hard (Huh?)
Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya? (Huh?)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (What the fuck?)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big wheel got that motherfucker skatin’ hard (Huh?)
Chill pill got me high but can I lay with ya? (Huh?)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (What the fuck?)
Last year, you was my bitch, now you my baby girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Gucci Mane – Step Out Lyrics

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[Intro: Foogiano]
Zaytoven
Ho, ho, yeah
When I’m flexin’ on all this money, you can’t rubberband me
When I step out, you know I got these diamonds dancin’
Know I got these diamonds dancin’

[Verse 1: Future]
I jump in a party, bitch, you know I’m flyer than Michael Jordan
VVSs diamonds lightin’ up, these bitches goin’ retarded
I don’t post none of my dawgs on IG ’cause they play with murders, yeah (Murders)
I turned up my sidepiece and I’m fuckin’ her with my main bitch (Yeah)
Money and fame ain’t never changed me, still posted with gangsters
They done caught that boy sittin’ at the light, they wet him up and spanked him
Every single day we roll our blunt and smoke a opp up
The way they gunnin’ spinnin’ through, niggas might just call the cops up
Bringing 223 inside the party like a shotta
I been drankin’ syrup and I got herb like a rasta
Poppin’ dirty molly, call me up when you want that geek dick (Yah)
She was such a good girl, I turned her to a freak bitch (Hold up)

[Chorus: Foogiano]
When I step out, you know I got these diamonds dancin’
Yeah, I’m flexin’ on all this money, you can’t rubberband me
He get stretched out tryna reach, my nigga, you can’t have me
I was left out, now I step out, diamonds hit like taxis

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
My Richard Millie cost two milli’, just blinded somebody
I really keep a milli’ just in case I shot somebody
I took the whole Gucci store and put it in my closet
Like a walkin’ water fountain, it’s like I broke the faucet
Gucci Mane and ain’t nobody got more ice than me (Than me)
The step-out nigga ’cause my items cost a mil’ at least (Least)
I rep hard ’cause I know nobody can’t take shit from me (From me)
Get stretched out reaching for my piece and now you rest in peace (In peace)

[Chorus: Foogiano]
When I step out, you know I got these diamonds dancin’
Yeah, I’m flexin’ on all this money, you can’t rubberband me
He get stretched out tryna reach, my nigga, you can’t have me
I was left out, now I step out, diamonds hit like taxis

[Verse 3: Foogiano]
Step out, I got all the diamonds, that’s [just like/jet life] [?] [1:53] (Big bands)
Gettin’ tired of hatin’, yeah, a nigga should be exhausted (Ho, who?)
Yeah, I’m ridin’ through the hood dead fresh like a coffin
Bitch, I need a pool, diamonds wet as hell like a dolphin (Splash)
When I step out, all them bitches know that it’s the mil’ (It’s the mil’)
Backwood full of Zaza, I only smoke the greatest (Zaza)
And I keep a tool every day, not only on occasions
Drippin’ in designer, nigga, yeah, I only wear the latest (Drip, drip)
I was down bad at the bottom, now I’m on top (At the top)
If a nigga disrespect the mob, we gon’ pop your top (We gon’ pop your top)
[Wire/rob?] [?] [2:23] the plug, gettin’ it jumpin’, then set up shop (Then set up shop)
I was broke as hell, now I’m steppin’ out with a knot

[Chorus: Foogiano]
When I step out, you know I got these diamonds dancin’
Yeah, I’m flexin’ on all this money, you can’t rubberband me
He get stretched out tryna reach my nigga, you can’t have me
I was left out, now I step out, diamonds hit like taxis

Gucci Mane – Breasto Lyrics

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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Huh?
(30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
She a tease, real calm, not skeezo
Real fiend for the bling, bling, blingo
Got cheese, I can really say bingo
I’m a star, but I’m nothin’ like Ringo
Golf windows on the door like Jagged Edge
Hell no, my name’s not Wingo
Gringo limpin’ out of the casino
Where’s Waldo? Lookin’ for the cargo
My main foes fell off, where did they go?
In Diego lookin’ for the yayo
I met a Mexican man that’ll bust a head
And for a peso, he’ll make you wait, though

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Yeah, that’s my breasto, that’s my besto
My vest on my chest, he protect my flesh, so
Let my best ho invest my escrow
Bless her flesh ’cause she made my nest grow
Bullets start ricocheting, think I need an echo
Earthquake, aftershock, bitch just won’t let go
Family callin’ for him, lookin’, think they need to let go
Hope they got insurance for him, probably need gecko

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Drop my nuts, don’t push my test
Throw your foot on they neck, protect your threshold
This the type of pressure, you don’t need no stretcher
Or the ambulance and then I let the alligator get you
Bullets go to rippin’, make the neighbors start trippin’
Trap closin’ early ’cause the Gucci Mane comin’
Gucci Mane LaFlare, I got all kind of money
Five thou’, fifty thou’, anybody count it (Well, damn)
All I really care about is did you do the business?
Did you leave a witness? Nigga, did you pay attention?
Heard what I said, nigga? Anybody get it
I don’t give a damn, nigga, you can really get it
Mama in the business, then your mama ‘nem can get it
Broad down with it, whole family can get it
You stupid little bitch, you put yourself in this position
All this inchin’ on my riches got my trigger finger itchin’

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Yeah, that’s my breasto, that’s my besto
My vest on my chest, he protect my flesh, so
Let my best ho invest my escrow
Bless her flesh ’cause she made my nest grow
Bullets start ricocheting, think I need an echo
Earthquake, aftershock, bitch just won’t let go
Family callin’ for him, lookin’, think they need to let go
Hope they got insurance for him, probably need gecko

[Verse 3: Foogiano]
Gotta keep a breasto just because my neck froze
Try to take my bankroll, I’ma leave his eyes closed
Me and Wop together, all these bitches goin’ psycho
Where we keep them poles like a motherfuckin’ pint store
I come from the gutter (Mob)
Now my mouth full of ice, she suck me like a sucker
Shit done gave me poltergeist and I would never love her
Better try that other guy, just blow me like a bubble
And I’ll cum on your pretty side, yeah, I’m rich forever
My bitch do not come around
She don’t wanna double cross ’cause bitch, I’m the triple cross
I’ll get ’em knocked off, sit back, use my dental floss
Yeah, it’s the Mayor, told you I’m the fuckin’ boss
Wop said, “Get this in your Mob and it’s gon’ go down”
Send his head to his mama house to say I’m lowdown
1017, So Icy Boyz, and we don’t fuck ’round
Bitch, I got my breasto, we can have a showdown, ho

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Yeah, that’s my breasto, that’s my besto
My vest on my chest, he protect my flesh, so
Let my best ho invest my escrow
Bless her flesh ’cause she made my nest grow
Bullets start ricocheting, think I need an echo
Earthquake, aftershock, bitch just won’t let go
Family callin’ for him, lookin’, think they need to let go
Hope they got insurance for him, probably need gecko

Gucci Mane – Still Remember Lyrics

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[Intro: Gucci Mane & Lil Yachty]
1209 Squeeze (Hah)
30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga
(Nah, yah, yah, yah)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
(Go) I had to laugh (Go), it kept me from cryin’ (Go)
Said it was all good, but I was lyin’ (Lyin’)
Stood on my ten, and I did my time (My ten)
I done seen all these niggas switch sides (Yeah)
I know what’s up with these guys (What’s up with these guys)
They hate in disguise, dick ridin’s at an all-time high (Ridin’)
Just by the watches I buy, and the jets that I fly (Brr)
Like I’m up, like I’m stuck in the sky (Woo)
I came up robbin’, starvin’, Sun Valley ‘partments
Copped the Martel with some pennies (Yeah)
Handled my business, I swear that I hustle relentless
Bipolar from all of the killings (Blam)
Dope I was whippin’, Mom tried to whip me (Skrrt)
She gave me a fifty for Christmas (Mama), I flipped it (Huh?)
Still can’t forget it
Wearin’ my brother’s clothes, I couldn’t fit it (My bro)
We still got evicted (Damn)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Car was so raggedy (Grr), it was embarrassin’ (Hmm)
It was impairin’, I’m blamin’ my parents (Guwop)
Rode [?] leans before the McLaren (That lean)
The hammer starin’ all down, Mane a terrorist (Skrrt, skrrt)
Did it myself, ain’t no blemish on my rep (Did it myself)
You can come see for yourself (Pow)
Watch where you step, mumblin’ under your breath
I hold a grudge to the death
Cut by myself, I don’t need nobody help (Nobody help)
I blaze you up like I’m chef (I don’t need nobody help)
Shoot to the M (Bow-bow-bow-bow), I shoot a hundred like Wilt
You keep a 30 like Steph (Grra, grra), you better duck
Mask on my face like I’m Rip, cash cover me like a quilt (Rippy)
I come equipped, blue tips inside of my clip
You’d think my gun was a Crip (Flippa)
Drive-by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle, killers pullin’ up in all kinds (Bow)
Fourteen, fifteen, twelve-years-old, young nigga slangin’ 99 (Well, damn)
Young nigga stackin’ it proud, trappin’ it loud
He threw a stack in the crowd (Oh, shit)
I say they jackin’ my style, crackin’ a smile (Hahaha)
But I ain’t sold crack in a while (Skrrt, skrrt)
I got a biblical past (Huh?), digital dash
Scale with a digital dial (Skippy)
Really put dope in a vial (Really), here workin’ the towel
I put that shit on the Bible
Servin’ my cous’ outta town (Go, tree), they said I was devilish
‘Cause I wouldn’t go to revival (Tree)
Gucci Mane talk of the town
Now (Tree), when I touch down, I’m sellin’ a brick on arrival (Sorry)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I had to laugh (Go), it kept me from cryin’ (Go)
Said it was all good, but I was lyin’ (Lyin’)
Stood on my ten, and I did my time (My ten)
I done seen all these niggas switch sides (Yeah)
I know what’s up with these guys (What’s up with these guys)
They hate in disguise, dick ridin’s at an all-time high (Ridin’)
Just by the watches I buy, and the jets that I fly (Brr)
Like I’m up, like I’m stuck in the sky (Woo)
I came up robbin’, starvin’, Sun Valley ‘partments
Copped the Martel with some pennies (Yeah)
Handled my business, I swear that I hustle relentless
Bipolar from all of the killings (Blam)
Dope I was whippin’, Mom tried to whip me (Skrrt)
She gave me a fifty for Christmas (Mama), I flipped it (Huh?)
Still can’t forget it
Wearin’ my brother’s clothes, I couldn’t fit it (My bro)
We still got evicted (Damn)

[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty]
Remember them days (Days) I was stuck in the creek (Creek)
I had somewhere to sleep, but I didn’t have a bed
(Know I didn’t have me a bed)
Jumped off the porch, I wasn’t going for shit (Not shit)
Had to tackle the block just to get me some bread ([?])
I was the man of the house
Had to figure shit out every time pops went to the feds
(Every time he went to the feds)
If the dude found with no clip, I was bust in that bitch
I was constantly puttin’ one in the head (Constantly puttin’ one in the head)
Now we got choppas with lasers and beams
We three seven five one oh seventeen
Wop came and got me, this shit ain’t no dream
Big shots stay in Gucci like Shaq and Kareem
I got up and took it couldn’t wait on no blessings
Shakin’ them dice tryin’ to roll me a seven
They threw the police on me at eleven
I been ‘causing hell, quick to send you heaven
Couldn’t wait to wop, punch you out ’cause I’m ready
Might rob a rapper right after a session
Give me them keys and they watchin’ they necklace
I need them Cuban links and them baguettes
Ain’t no more postin’ on IG and flexin’
I’m the one rappin’ but steady be steppin’
I’m comin’ late in your dream like I’m Freddy
How you gon’ run from an automatic weapon?

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I had to laugh, it kept me from crying
Said it was all good, but I was lying
Stood on my ten and I did my time
I done seen all these niggas switch sides
I know what’s up with these guys, they hate in disguise
Dick riding’s at an all time high
Just by the watches I buy and the jets that I fly
Like I’m up, like I’m stuck in the sky
I came up robbin’, starvin’, Sun Valley apartments
Copped the Martel with some pennies
Handled my business, I swear that I hustle relentless
Bipolar from all of the killings
Dope I was whipping, mom tried to whip me
She gave me a 50 for Christmas, I flipped it
Still can’t forget it
Wearin’ my brother’s clothes I couldn’t fit it
We still got evicted

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci
Fuck ’em
2020

Gucci Mane – Both Sides Lyrics

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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Rio
Brrr gang, leave a nigga cold
What’s happening, Chi Chi

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane]
It ain’t my business, it ain’t my beef, I ain’t on no side
Y’all got guns and we got guns but we don’t post ours
Look, you poppin’ like the giant, he just .45
Told him hit ’em in the leg and make them niggas your size
These niggas gon’ end up dead, they keep on playin’ both sides
These niggas gon’ end up dead, they keep on playin’ both sides
They gon’ need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties
They gon’ need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I made it from the skreets, it ain’t no mercy on these skreets
It’s hot as mercury, these boys’ll merk you on these skreets
These bitches double dutch so quick, they’ll jap a nigga sheets
Got niggas sleepin’ competin’ with niggas, I ain’t even competin’
If you talk behind my back no need to dap me when you see me
‘Cause I ain’t gon’ share no tip when they pick you up off the cement
A real dope boy, I make it flood in any season
While rappers goin’ broke and blame corona as the reason
I showed some niggas cannons, they mistook that I was weak
I told them I was stackin’, they just thought that I was cheap
If I took it, I was mad, I still ain’t finna give it back
No [?] in my back, consider that shit as a text
So buy some station adams and a couple ties that match
This MAC came with a shoulder scrap, the only thing retract
4PF and 1017 4 for life we trap
And we ain’t with that pity pass shit, we ra-ta-ta-tat

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane]
It ain’t my business, it ain’t my beef, I ain’t on no side
Y’all got guns and we got guns but we don’t post ours
Look, you poppin’ like the giant, he just .45
Told him hit ’em in the leg and make them niggas your size
These niggas gon’ end up dead, they keep on playin’ both sides
These niggas gon’ end up dead, they keep on playin’ both sides
They gon’ need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties
They gon’ need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Doin’ songs for Gucci Mane, now I done ran them stupid bands up
Make no stupid, shoot your mans up, it’s a robber, put your hands up
The see me, they switch the channel, I’m the real deal, Atlanta
Ain’t no monkeys in the middle, play both sides, you get dismantle
Tuck my shit, I got my hammer, fuck that bitch, ain’t got no manners
Can’t hit that shit, that’s not my standard
She copied my dripped, she like me Grandma
I kick me a dirty Fanta, ridin’ ’round in these dirty Phantoms
I’m ’bout gettin’ business and ain’t sittin’ in no worries
I ain’t with no chitter-chatter, keep a bad one
Her ass fatter than the last one
We be takin’ shit, no askin’, we be breakin’ bricks no passin’
Everybody lit, go ask, I be in the ‘Vette, the fast one
And I got the CA, you don’t wanna see them

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane]
It ain’t my business, it ain’t my beef, I ain’t on no side
Y’all got guns and we got guns but we don’t post ours
Look, you poppin’ like the giant, he just .45
Told him hit ’em in the leg and make them niggas your size
These niggas gon’ end up dead, they keep on playin’ both sides
These niggas gon’ end up dead, they keep on playin’ both sides
They gon’ need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties
They gon’ need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties

Marlo – Ali Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Verse 1]
Havin’ thoughts of bein’ the greatest
I’m comin’ for that throne nigga, I’ma take it
And you know nobody gon’ do shit, nigga I’ma take it
And you know them niggas don’t shake none’, nigga I’ma shake it
And them niggas ain’t bust no moves so I’ma make it
When I touch that million dollars on how I made it
I’m the greatest, stackin’ that bread, I ran the bacon
So the bitch wanna f**k right now, see you later
Christian Loub with alligators
And Givenchy on my ass nigga I’m so flavor
And I stay down in that booth until I made it
Poppin’ shit, nigga I’m the greatest
And I had to thank goon goon for another day
I’m getting paid and it’s a million ways to get cake
Better feed your killers or get ate
Them niggas hungry and they’ll eat up off your plate
And I don’t play with them slime niggas ’cause they’ll eat up off your face, yeah

[Chorus]
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need

[Verse 2]
On a rat race for that paper
Them niggas say I’m real loaded, I’m baked potato
And a nigga killin’ shit, no Gucci Mane but a human glacier for that paper (Wop)
And them ho ass niggas don’t want to see me make and I’ma take it
So shouts out to [?] ’cause nigga down with makin’ or takin’
Nigga mistakin’ when I’m vacant
Nigga [?] start shootin’ up shit, nigga what is you thinkin’?
On the road to riches, my niggas, and we gon’ make it
Nigga sellin’ the gas bag, nigga with tons of flavor
And a nigga came up in trappin’, then I made it
Then GA got poppin’, then Lil Kel got knocked
I was in the spot with Jude, I was cookin’ up a block
Break a brick down and sell them bitches in rocks
We gon’ run that brick straight in through the spot
And bust the profit down with my niggas, that’s how we rock

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And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need