[INTRO] Gucci Mane
Produce by Drumma, featuring The Game
Drumsquad DJ's in the bulidin' with me, I'm rockin' with you
1017 Drumsqaud DJ, you know how we rockin'
[VERSE 1] Gucci Mane
They say kush is my cologne
I say,Is it me? I'm easier to smell
Than I am to see
Them Rolex on my wrist cost 'bout ten bricks at least
I stole your b**** right under you, cause I'mma beast
Diamond's on my knuckles, Gucci on my buckle
If you want some trouble we can do the f*****' Royal Rumble
I'm on now, it's in killa
You wanna win, bet a real with a real n****
I'm trapped out, she c**ed out
Fifty bags of gas, room smoked out
I double back, then change routes
Call back he need a 9 and a half a pound
It's Gucci
[HOOK](x2)
Everybody wasted, like it's payday
The whole world faded, like it's payday
Bottles poppin' crazy, like it's your birthday
We smokin' chronic crazy, like Dr. Dre day
[VERSE 2] The Game
n**** I'm a m***********' killa
Used to run with a pack of m***********' gorillas
I'm about my scrilla, I'm about my gang
S double O double U double O n**** we insane
Talkin' to me bout Gucci, n**** lost his f*****' brain
Automatic, we tune his a** up like T-Pain
n**** we ain't entertainers, we nothin' like Rambo
Pull up in them Lambos, and hop out with them bangers
n**** I be makin' bangers, my plaques they be platinum
My rims they be platinum, so them b****** know what's happinin'
When Gucci get to rappin' all them haters be quiet
Flocka start shakin' his dreads n***** start a riot
Black wall Bricksquad, Chrome four fifth squad
Phantom got diarrhea I can't stop s***tin' on 'em
Sittin' on them sixers, like Doc in his hayday
Rollin' up them swishers, cause n**** it's, n**** it's payday
[HOOK](x2)
[VERSE 3] Gucci Mane
Stoned, they wasted
They can't feel they face, gotta take it
It's so hard to shake how I bake it
Cook cakes like the chef in the bakery
I'm just tryin' to make it through makin'
I got a sweet jug in actin'
I got a c**e connect he a Haitian
I had a weedman, but he a has been
I gotta smoke the gas 'til the a** end
They wanna jack me, but that's a dead end
This AR-15 will make your headspin (two times)
I'll even drop the top like Janet Jackson (two crimes)
[HOOK] (x2)
Produce by Drumma, featuring The Game
Drumsquad DJ's in the bulidin' with me, I'm rockin' with you
1017 Drumsqaud DJ, you know how we rockin'
[VERSE 1] Gucci Mane
They say kush is my cologne
I say,Is it me? I'm easier to smell
Than I am to see
Them Rolex on my wrist cost 'bout ten bricks at least
I stole your b**** right under you, cause I'mma beast
Diamond's on my knuckles, Gucci on my buckle
If you want some trouble we can do the f*****' Royal Rumble
I'm on now, it's in killa
You wanna win, bet a real with a real n****
I'm trapped out, she c**ed out
Fifty bags of gas, room smoked out
I double back, then change routes
Call back he need a 9 and a half a pound
It's Gucci
[HOOK](x2)
Everybody wasted, like it's payday
The whole world faded, like it's payday
Bottles poppin' crazy, like it's your birthday
We smokin' chronic crazy, like Dr. Dre day
[VERSE 2] The Game
n**** I'm a m***********' killa
Used to run with a pack of m***********' gorillas
I'm about my scrilla, I'm about my gang
S double O double U double O n**** we insane
Talkin' to me bout Gucci, n**** lost his f*****' brain
Automatic, we tune his a** up like T-Pain
n**** we ain't entertainers, we nothin' like Rambo
Pull up in them Lambos, and hop out with them bangers
n**** I be makin' bangers, my plaques they be platinum
My rims they be platinum, so them b****** know what's happinin'
When Gucci get to rappin' all them haters be quiet
Flocka start shakin' his dreads n***** start a riot
Black wall Bricksquad, Chrome four fifth squad
Phantom got diarrhea I can't stop s***tin' on 'em
Sittin' on them sixers, like Doc in his hayday
Rollin' up them swishers, cause n**** it's, n**** it's payday
[HOOK](x2)
[VERSE 3] Gucci Mane
Stoned, they wasted
They can't feel they face, gotta take it
It's so hard to shake how I bake it
Cook cakes like the chef in the bakery
I'm just tryin' to make it through makin'
I got a sweet jug in actin'
I got a c**e connect he a Haitian
I had a weedman, but he a has been
I gotta smoke the gas 'til the a** end
They wanna jack me, but that's a dead end
This AR-15 will make your headspin (two times)
I'll even drop the top like Janet Jackson (two crimes)
[HOOK] (x2)