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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
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
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer

Lyrics

(Zaytoven) Huh They should put me on SportsCenter with all this ballin' I be doin' (Gucci) You can't see Wop on your best day, nigga (Gang) It's Gucci Huh Trappin' all day on the go- skreets I didn't even have nowhere to go- sleep I remember recordin' in Zay' mama basement Way, way, way before he ever had a placement (on God) Dead bodies in the bando, we called it a vacant (bando) Smokin', drinkin', sellin' - but I was on probation (facts) Turned into a killer soon as I left my Cecilia (straight up) I don't think they feel ya 'til the ghetto try to kill ya (oh Lord) Free my n- in the system, motherf- the system If you a snitch, f- you and who snitchin' with ya (f- ya) Loan money walk, let the lady take her picture (mwah) Not every day the bi-, see a million dollar n- (well damn) Hired killers with me now, I can't be a victim (pow, pow) Choppa close by all the time, I'm buckin' the system Diamonds precious, but nothing's more precious than wisdom (bling) The fresh is in the buildin', bless the ghetto-children (bless 'em) Fronted me to pack, I ain't pound 'em back, I'm buckin' Been known to buck the system, call the plug and told 'em, "F- 'em" Pockets swole for parole, I feel is an injustice For me to be broke and strugglin', I can't be out hustlin' (Gucci) I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system I'm buckin' on n-, I'm buckin' up pistols I'm takin' up pistols and ki- 'em I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system Don't f- with these n- Don't rock with these n- They try me, I'm buckin' the system Breadwinner fly and I'm goin' out gangsta Gold mouth dawg and your homeboy fakin' Breadwinner landlord, need a little favor Peterbilt, 18-wheeler with the reefer trailer I don't get a load in, I'ma send a load, bi- Shot the strong arm to the judge up in court, bi- Ding-dong, push button bricks, front door shit 1017, n-, Breadwinner, Brick Squad! (Brick Squad!) I control a forklift, yeah, they just sent four Hundred round discharge, writin' on the clipboard Put you in the coffin, I bought a new fit for it Bite a n- Apple (baow), MacBook laptop Droptop, MAC-11, ridin' with the strap out Got my own blueprint, guess I got it mapped out Just was on Carolina, standin' in the trap house Said I wouldn't be sh-, think I didn't hear about it Now a ni- clip cost bigger than your real house I get on a helicopter blindfold to Mexico You pull up to meet a middle man at Texaco Breadwinner safeguard, run off on who? You gotta send the money 'fore the load come through N- Peewee League, pay with peewee cheese I be overseas, I'm in Medellín with it If you takin' my lick, I got felonies, n- Livin' like that when I fell in these systems Real Hermès, what we sell in these trenches Deal co-, but the recipe different Ask Lee Lucas if I'm cut like that Real street n-, but the pedigree different Pillow talk 'bout me, you a jelly bean n- I slam on your fam' if you tell on me n- I slam on your fam' if you tell on me n- I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system I'm buckin' on n-, I'm buckin' up pistols I'm takin' up pistols and ki- 'em I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system Don't f- with these n- Don't rock with these n- They try me, I'm buckin' the system
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Xavier Dotson, Kevin Gilyard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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