Shine Blockas (feat. Gucci Mane) [Explicit]

Yeah, all the ladies say ho

All the hoes say

Gucci

Here we go

A-Town, C-Port

Cutmaster Swiff down ya throat

Shorty

Boy stop, Sir Lucious Left Foot's on fire

Trying to block my shine just ain't gon' happen, so don't try

Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit

Inking hit up after hit, this penmanship is so legit

I came equipped like a prophylactic, now they riding dicks

Like styling on these suckers out here tryna buy they bitch

Now they rich, try convince everybody to trick off

But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away them drawers

Word to the Brown James he some chicken chow mein

Really, mane, you done say some silly things

And the fella Dana Dane, boy you cuffing, claim the dame

Hate my main thing, got my last name outta your mind

I'm on my grind, shorty

Don't block my shine, shorty

Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up?

Rolled up, rose cut, drop with the doors up

I'm on my grind, shorty

Don't block my shine, shorty

Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute

I can't close my safe no more 'cause I got too much money in it

They put Gucci in the cell, did my deal, went to jail

I make music, I make movies, I need Tyler Perry's cell

La smell coming out the Lamb', fuck it, what the hell

Gucci Mane, so I'm Gucci'd down, she got on Chanel

In the cut rolling stupid kush like I'm in a rush

In the club with a half a pound, hunnid fifty blunts

Zone 6, East Atlanta, I don't fuck with Nia Long

So shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on

On the block with the stupid watch, boy, you need to stop

When I stop everybody watch, car don't have a top

In the streets 'cause a stupid chick roll another pack

And I'm gone, I can't even flip, Eastside where you at?

It's Gucci

I'm on my grind, shorty

Don't block my shine, shorty

Hold up, (Hold up) guess who just showed up?

Rolled up, rose cut, drop with the doors up

I'm on my grind, shorty

Don't block my shine, shorty

Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute

I can't close my safe no more 'cause I got too much

'Cant be tripping 'bout no paper 'cause the safe is not so safe

The piggy bank got legs and feet and can get up and walk away, shorty

With my southern drawl, awkwardly I spray

Like the backside of a skunk in the stash house with a pump

Pistol grip in my lap at all times in the 'Lac

From Atlanta to Savannah, can a **** stop that

Not when God got his hands on me, only the strong survive

And the weak minded are falling by the wayside, they try

But we shall overcome and succeed, indeed

With success there comes a great responsibility

We chose to lead not follow, it's a had pill to swallow

Better get prescriptions filled 'cause there might not be tomorrow

I'm on my grind, shorty

Don't block my shine, shorty

Hold up, (Hold up) guess who just showed up?

Rolled up, rose cut, drop with the doors up

I'm on my grind, shorty

Don't block my shine, shorty

Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute

I can't close my safe no more 'cause I got too much money in it

Yeah, yeah, yeah

A-Town, represent 'em

East point, College Park

Decatur

Yeah, I got my armor on

Sword and shield on deck

Yeah