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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
Richie Souf
Richie Souf
Programming
Southside
Southside
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Tony Son
Tony Son
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Richie Souf
Richie Souf
Producer
Southside
Southside
Producer

Στίχοι

Sizzle, roll one real fat (it's Gucci) What? (Ha-ha) (Southside on the track, yeah) 808, 1017, huh? (Brr) I'm a trapper, I am not a rapper (no) I mount the Dawn up, it's lookin' like a Raptor (damn) You a hater, you are not a factor (you) Big diamond choker on my neck, I got asthma (woo) Heavy watch on my wrist, it costs a meal ticket Just stack your money up, get rich enough, then we'll kick it It's 'bout survival, I'm bustin' at my rivals I put a glacier on her hand, it went viral Egyptian fabric on my skin, it came from Cairo Say ain't no cap in your rap but you a gyro (believe) They kicked me out of college, I wasn't embarrassed I graduated from pointers, moved on to carats (damn) I promoted myself, gave me a salary It's still hard to believe I'm a celebrity (huh) Dark shades, I still see all the jealousy I'm in a Pegasus, I'm racing for my legacy I'ma rock my jewelry, d-boy style Bust down my watch, bust down my smile These fuck niggas tried to steal my style But cookin' up grams can't go out of style They said, "Gucci went broke," I said, "Hush your mouth" I'm off paper, got paper, they done fucked up now Kick back on the couch in this big-ass house With this Olympic-size pool, I went the He-Man route (Wop) Diamonds so cold, it's like the heat ran out I need a Wonder Woman spouse and a He-Man house I dropped the top in the V, then the freak came out Then when she suckin' on the dick, I thought her teeth came out Nigga, I ain't go to practice, nigga, I don't wanna scrimmage 22 bricks, runnin' with 'em like Emmitt (ball) Mama couldn't talk to me, I ain't wanna listen (huh) Teacher couldn't teach me 'cause I ain't pay attention (fuck it) Mr. Drippy-Drippy have you swimmin' with the fishes They want the old Gucci Mane that do a verse for a chicken (skrrt) Old Gucci Mane sellin' chicken for a living (Wop) Water whippin' in the kitchen, even then I had the vision (it's Gucci) I'ma rock my jewelry, d-boy style Bust down my watch, bust down my smile These fuck niggas tried to steal my style But cookin' up grams, can't go out of style They said, "Gucci went broke," I said, "Hush your mouth" I'm off paper, got paper, they done fucked up now Kick back on the couch in this big-ass house With this Olympic-size pool, I went the He-Man route (Wop) Huh? Yeah
Writer(s): Joshua Luellen, Radric Delantic Davis, Tony Son Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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