[Gucci Mane] Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (Ha) (Fizzle, go)
[BiC Fizzle]
Designer, my body on focus Really been runnin´ up commas, you notice? Right on the block where I´m posted How he a trapper, play sports and a poet? 1017, I´m with Wop and them boys Fizzle´ll mind it, but far from the boards Still in the hood, goin´ fast in them tours Straight out the woods, hear that shit in my voice Step in, step out, one feet in the industry, one in the trap Backside I´m stretchin´, I´m doggin´ her out Teach you a lesson, that just like the math Calculate, pound after pound after pound Re-up, I get ´em gone outta town Feet up, step on a nigga, he frown So Icy Fizzle, the talk of the town On God, I´m from the bottom, I beat all the odds
I watched scammers get rich off fraud Glock .43 front seat when I ride Lean to the side, after robbin´, I slide Straight out the jungle, that youngin survived That hunger and hustle, it´s stuck in his eyes Switch on the blick, now it rapidly firin´ Claimin´ they step, but niggas be lyin´, on God
[Cootie & Gucci Mane] Feelin´ like the man when I step in Ridin´ in the Trackhawk, you know I keep the FN Ice all over my neck Make you wanna find which car had a wreckin´ Ol´ girl thick as my drink Let her come chill in the trap with the dope man Tell the lil´ nigga, "Don´t play with me" Nigga, I´m the boss, you the motherfuckin´ doorman
Know I got drip like a sink Bitch, I´m with Guwop, I might just go buy me a mink Nigga, I don´t cap, I trap Before the deal, I had that ice on my link Put this shit all in my mouth So Icy my grill, nigga might freeze up the drink Nigga reach for it, he´ll die Bitch, I´m a soldier, I should go buy me a tank Move like a top boy, you ain´t a real trap nigga Move on your block, make it real, real hot Granny like, "Boy, what´s wrong with that phone?" Gotta turn the ringer off ´cause it never, ever stop Know I make the hotline bling Bust down Cartier, know I had to freeze up the watch MVP of the trap, nigga might pull up to the spot with a bust down pot (Go)
[Gucci Mane] Gucci Mane the real La Flare and we do real big business here I turn men to millionaires, leave with two gold souvenirs Coke all in my fingernails, all white like some Nouveau nails I trapped out my younger years, my mama shed so many tears Eatin´ two too many pills, he don´t even know how to feel Try to meme us, don´t wanna live, brains all on the steering wheel Guwop, I´m a valley boy, but not from that Cali, though Bouldercrest my addy, ho, this shit just like Dekalio
Niggas never play with me with all them fuckin´ local jokes My plug don´t even speak no English, bitch, this ain´t no local dope Got the type of millions, make your kinfolk start trippin´ The way this money flippin´, got my shooters ridin´ Bentleys
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