Woppenheimer

Broke people like bringin' up the past I'm talkin' recently (what the f-?) I know what I did for you But what you did for me? (What you did for me?) Shout out to my wife She had a daughter and a son for me (my son) Shoutout to my brother, down bad He made that bond for me (he made that bond) Taught me never, ever leave the house Without my gun with me (no) I remember bein' broke And kids tried to make fun of me (to make fun of me) Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe It look like a bumblebee (skrrt) I thank God for that lil' bitty time Because it humbled me (Lord) Pull up, haters mumblin', they had a bag And fumbled it (they fumbled it) I ran my money up, then put it up And kept on runnin' it (go) Last of a dyin' breed It ain't no "I" in "Team" But it is an "I" in "Win" So pass the ball to me (Wop) I don't do much reminiscin' I'm focused on a mission Good and some bad memories But we weren't really friendly (nah) Them n- out here faking injuries You can't rely on them I'm Gucci Mane, I'm playin' hurt But I got my eye on them (it's Gucci) Rappers nowadays, gotta search 'em Might have a wire on 'em One n- tried to send the spot I dropped the bag on him (what the f-?) One n- died tryna hit a lick Died with his mask on him His gang wasn't even there to help Died with his flag on him (it's Gucci) Broke people like bringin' up the past I'm talkin' recently (what the f-?) I know what I did for you But what you did for me? (What you did for me?) Shoutout to my wife She had a daughter and a son for me (my son) Shoutout to my brother, down bad He made that bond for me (he made that bond) Taught me never, ever leave the house Without my gun with me (no) I remember bein' broke And kids tried to make fun of me (to make fun of me) Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe It look like a bumblebee (skrrt) I thank God for that lil' bitty time Because it humbled me (Lord) He was hot in early 2000's But whip out recently? (Whip it now?) Long as I'm rich, I'm gon' be relevant Live decently (I'm gon' be rich) This Gucci hate train go, "Choo-choo," And it don't bother me (choo-choo) I don't want sh- from you suckers Not even an apology (not even) Haters keep my name in they mouth But won't acknowledge me (what the f-?) These rappers burnt out and they broke now I see it, honestly (I see it) My n- went and did a whole dub He got out recently (he got out) But he linked up with a whole gang of scrubs Who won't compete with me (damn) These n- do h- sh- for attention They don't got beef with me Please keep my name out all of your mentions 'Cause that ain't street to me ('cause that ain't-) These b- gon' talk 'bout me forever I'm somethin' like ecstasy (I'm somethin' like X) But I'ma chase the paper, not p- 'Cause that's my specialty (it's Gucci) Broke people like bringin' up the past I'm talkin' recently (what the f-?) I know what I did for you But what you did for me? (What you did for me?) Shoutout to my wife She had a daughter and a son for me (my son) Shoutout to my brother, down bad He made that bond for me (he made that bond) Taught me never, ever leave the house Without my gun with me (no) I remember bein' broke And kids tried to make fun of me (to make fun of me) Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe It look like a bumblebee (skrrt) I thank God for that lil' bitty time Because it humbled me (Lord)