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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Composer

Lyrics

Man this shit crazy In this crib shit is f*ckin crazy Uh! It's Guwop It's Guwop I got 100 young niggas screamin I don't give a f*ck Got them pistols in the club, wish a nigga would touch me Nigga what? You think Gucci give a f*ck? Sayin that you f*ck with Gucci but he know he don't trust me Then I rush, nigga better catch a cut Got that 4-4 on my gut, I don't need no nigga but me I'm a thug, yea my mama raised a thug But I'm a multimillionaire, you wish you motherf*ckin was me Nigga wish you was the motherf*ckin Gucci Mane But stop man with 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 runnin from it, I was borned in Birmingham East Atlanta, been there moved so 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 ya'll say I'm goin HAM I got 100 young niggas screamin I don't give a f*ck Got them pistols in the club, wish a nigga would touch me Nigga what? You think Gucci give a f*ck? Sayin that you f*ck with Gucci but he know he don't trust me Then I rush, nigga better catch a cut Got that 4-4 on my gut, I don't need no nigga but me I'm a thug, yea my mama raised a thug But I'm a multimillionaire, you wish you motherf*ckin was me I'm f*ckin with the young niggas, all my niggas thuggin Robin Hood of the city, all my niggas struggling Big money Gucci nigga, I don't do the buget Feel just like easy when he made easy does it Rap niggas 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 Nigga ran off so I'm a blow his f*ckin' head off You can work for me 'cause now you got a dead boss I got 100 young niggas screamin I don't give a f*ck Got them pistols in the club, wish a nigga would touch me Nigga what? You think Gucci give a f*ck? Sayin that you f*ck with Gucci but he know he don't trust me Then I rush, nigga better catch a cut Got that 4-4 on my gut, I don't need no nigga but me I'm a thug, yea my mama raised a thug But I'm a multimillionaire, you wish you motherf*ckin was me
Writer(s): Radric Davis, Composer Author Unknown, Bryan Lamar Simmons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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