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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
Myles Harris
Myles Harris
Programming
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Williams
Michael Williams
Songwriter
Myles Harris
Myles Harris
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Myles Harris
Myles Harris
Producer
Steve Hybicki
Steve Hybicki
Additional Engineer
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer
Guwop
Guwop
Executive Producer
David Kutch
David Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Mixing Engineer
Sean Paine
Sean Paine
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Mike Will Pow Pow, pow Pow, pow Pow Pow Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci I'm hearing rumors that my label 'bout to drop Gucci In my convertible Rari they call me Drop Gucci Rappers having conventions on how to stop Gucci They know my Glocks sing my hooks and we call it pop music We call it pop music, we call it pop music My choppers sing all my hooks and I call it rock music The studio is the house, so we making house music Come ride with me through the six and see how the South do it Cause I got old [?] but I'm on old camper But I'm so East Atlanta, still got all my old hammers Take my 44 handle, shot through the door panel Fuck all that rap beef, let's have a gun battle I'm hearing rumors that my label 'bout to drop Gucci In my convertible Rari they call me Drop Gucci Rappers having conventions on how to stop Gucci They know my Glocks sing my hooks and we call it pop music We call it pop music, we call it pop music They know my Glocks sing my hooks and we call it pop music We call it pop music, we call it pop music My choppers sing all my hooks and I call it rock music I think it's funny how y'all think cause y'all don't really know These niggas acting like they ballin' but they really broke The trap God, I make it rain and I make it snow I use my money as a blanket, it was better cold In Buckhead in a drop head, pulled me over Laney's row Versace slippers with the matching Saint glass, hiss and roll I bulletproofed the sprinter cause I got a hundred foes I spent a million, so how the fuck am I not gonna get parole? I feel like Lester Coke, cause I don't touch the dope You feel like Lester man, You took the oath and told the folks (snitches) Don't think that I don't know they wish I was on death row But imagine how these crackers feel that I moved next door I'm hearing rumors that my label 'bout to drop Gucci In my convertible Rari they call me Drop Gucci Rappers having conventions on how to stop Gucci They know my Glocks sing my hooks and we call it pop music We call it pop music, we call it pop music They know my Glocks sing my hooks and we call it pop music We call it pop music, we call it pop music My choppers sing all my hooks and I call it rock music Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Writer(s): Michael Len Williams, Radric Delantic Davis, Myles Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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