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Gucci Mane

"Follow Deez"

[Intro: Sample]
"No one will stop me"

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young n*ggas with hammers and daily body drop
OGs survive, you still alive—a lot of n*ggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies while I ride around

Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young n*ggas with hammers and daily body drop
OGs survive, you still alive—a lot of n*ggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies while I ride around

[Verse 1: Big Boi]
Mannie Fresh on the beat, he put that wobble on it
He blessed the n*gga the B-I-G, now watch me gobble, homie
I put the bottle down, hit the throttle, got 'em now
Sodom and Gomorrah deplorables all around my style
I'm like the bandage on mummy, I got that wrap-around
Circles on you Urkel-ass n*ggas who tryin' to snatch the sound
Asinine like my public company tryin' to cash me out
Catch me outside and we can see what all that yappin' 'bout
Gladiators with radiators that run hot
Impalas with 'draulics parked at the gun spot
My Uncle told me don't pull it unless you pop pop
Moptop-head-ass n*ggas, you get your knot rocked
I'm from Atlanta by way of Savannah, Georgia
Got Louisiana geechies whose manners are out of order
Be easy when you see me, salute me and keep it baller
My only tigers comes with stripes, I pipe it up for every bar of 'em

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young n*ggas with hammers and daily body drop
OGs survive, you still alive—a lot of n*ggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies while I ride around

Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young n*ggas with hammers and daily body drop
OGs survive, you still alive—a lot of n*ggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies while I ride around

[Verse 2]
Got this Monte Carlo that my older homie sold me
Had it for some years now, to me it's like a trophy
My windows up, I got my main thing rollin'
I trust her so I know she gon' do it just how I showed her
I'm only high when I'm really in the act of smoking
Once the joint done, homie, I'm back at square one
Double up somethin'
Convertibles will make a b*tch want to f*ck some
And I done turned corners in a couple of 'em
f*ck on 'em, stunt on 'em, then I'm ducking 'em
Back in the studio hustlin', b*tch we cook drugs in here
You was livin' under false impressions
You not really a G, dawg, you got false credit

[Chorus]
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young n*ggas with hammers and daily body drop
OGs survive, you still alive—a lot of n*ggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies while I ride around

Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young n*ggas with hammers and daily body drop
OGs survive, you still alive—a lot of n*ggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies while I ride around

[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
Say we can do what millionaires can can can
The green di*kies suit is garbage can gram man
And what we smokin' come from Oakland via San Fran
Pound of pressure purchased, no flexin', no grandstand
Country boy proud, mayne, smokin' loud, mayne
Blowin' purp in the fire, burp pipes loud, mayne
You hear a 'skrrt,' then you hear a 'blrrt,' hit the ground, mayne
Them n*ggas buckin', out of a bucket, them n*ggas bustin'
Over b*tches, dirty b*tches, flirty b*tches
What's this I witness, these n*ggas simpin', they Winchell's pimpin'
Don't even honor, they baby mama, but pay for b*tches
Ay, partner, partner, that sh*t ain't playa, stop lookin' lame

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young n*ggas with hammers and daily body drop
OGs survive, you still alive—a lot of n*ggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies while I ride around

Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young n*ggas with hammers and daily body drop
OGs survive, you still alive—a lot of n*ggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies while I ride around

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