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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer

Letra

Huh Huh It's Metro If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I finessed Huh, whoo Ahh I got extra drugs Haha I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? I suggest that you niggas don't fuck with us The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us The more niggas you bring, in Glocks we trust A conniver, a miser, a plug despiser A Financial advisor, I make you wiser I do stunts like MacGyver for my survival If you a rival, I trick you, watch your tag and title I'm a slimer, a grimer, a real big-timer Tellin' lies to the judge with my hand on the Bible I'm a shyster, I'm spiteful and I love rifles And I love white folks, I walk on a tightrope Trick you out your cargo, I feel like Pablo My hood is a jungle, get burnt like charcoal Take dope from the narcos and bring it to Flat Shoals And we take chances, 'cause life is a gamble I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? I suggest that you niggas don't fuck with us The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us The more niggas you bring, in Glocks we trust Gucci two pistols, get robbed at the Crystals I'm a trickster, she love how I'm rockin' my crystals I can never be a victim 'cause my bruh name Victor Three brothers, no sister, we so rough with ya Shy with ya last week, today I gots to get ya Kick you dead in your ass, tell you "Take that with you" It's a lowdown dirty gang, no ref, no whistle No harm, no foul, but the team just blitzed ya Slap you clean 'cross your head, tell the docs to stitch ya All that flexin' with that pack, boy, you gots potential Gun bust you with the draco, now you need dentures Shitbag no tissue, we so rough with ya I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? (Where's the love, where's the love) If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Leland Tyler Wayne, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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