Its Guwop... Its Guwop...

[Hook:]
I got hundred young n***as screaming I don't give a fuck
Got dem pistols in the club, wish a n***a would touch me
N***a What? you think Gucci give a fuck?
Saying that you fuck with Gucci but he know he don't trust me
In a rush, N***a better catch a cut
Got that .44 on my gut, I don't need no n***a but me
I'm a thug, yea, my mama raised a thug
But I'm a multi-millionaire, you wish you motherfucking was me

[Verse 1:]
N***a wish you was the motherfuckin Gucci Mane
But stop man wit yo wishin' there cause on the real you trippin man
And I know bands can make her dance but I can’t really dance
You spend 100 thousand on it they will really glance
I throw so much money on me, I need hammer pants
And we can bet 1 million, that’s if you’s a gambling man
I ain’t running from it, I was born in Birmingham
East Atlanta, Bentley Mulsanne check my instagram
I’m a shooter, I’m a builder and I’m a business man
I talk so disrespectful that I hurt yo feelings damn
I whip and took a pass then to you, I need them extra grams
And when that choppa blip my bitch y'all say I’m goin' Ham
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[verse 2:]
I’m fuckin with the young n***as, all my n***as thuggin'
Robin Hood of the city, all my n***as struggling
Big money Gucci n***a, I don’t do the budget
Feel just like eazy when he made eazy does it
Rap n***as name drop, Gucci Mane cocaine drop
Thought it was a choppa, 100 bottles of champagne popped
Thought I was a doctor, 50 pints on my counter top
4-58 cause I just load a Ferrari shop
Pray to be a hustla, man I got it from grandpa
In the kitchen cookin’ Rest In Peace to my grandma
N***a ran off so Imma blow his fuckin’ head off
You can work for me cause now you got a dead boss


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