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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Ricky Hampton
Ricky Hampton
Songwriter
Xabian Woods
Xabian Woods
Songwriter
Christopher James Gholson
Christopher James Gholson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drumma Boy
Drumma Boy
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Drumma Boy)
Uh-yeah boy, uh-yeah
Uh-yeah boy, uh-yeah
[Verse 2]
It's a trap in every hood
And all the j's want that good dope
Gucci got that clean
'Cause all the snorters want that real coke
Multi-millionaire the real La Flaré but I feel broke
10 million dollar mane
But I can't hang with these rich folks
[Verse 3]
My little boy was only 2 he asked me, "Papa, what a roo-poo?"
5 years old closet full of J's, Froot Loops
They say Gucci Mane, the God of making music people trap to
Drumma Boy, the God of making music Gucci snap to
Section 8 apartment and them babies need some Froot Loops
Pampers and a bath 'cause they mamma smoking crack too
[Verse 4]
How you gone critique me?
You industry
I'm in the streets
You out the streets
I murk the streets and murk the beat
I'm Hercules, no murkin' me
[Verse 5]
Gucci back home making music **** clap to
He don't never come to the hood unless he have to
Rappin' ass **** I'ma make my **** wrap you
Its big Gucci, not Bobby V, so ain't no way you jackin' me
[Verse 6]
I ain't really scared of nobody
Nobody (Nah)
Nobody (Nah)
Nobody (Nah)
Nobody (Nah)
Nobody (Nah)
I ain't backin' down for nobody
Nobody (No)
Nobody (No)
Nobody (No)
Nobody (No)
Nobody (No)
You got teardrops on your face with no bodies
[Verse 7]
Red cars with tint on them
So **** looking but can't see
Paved the way for making trap music
So street **** should thank me
Ain't no way you'll out think me
Ain't no way that you could jank me
And all I'm sending is head shots
'Cause I don't shoot at **** feet
[Verse 8]
**** better retreat when they see me
On G.P. shoot up the BP
**** died with his gun, couldn'a been me
One deep on the street with a street sweep?
Gucci Man, I'ma shoot you in your pee pee
Get you fucked in jail like a fefe
**** know about Flocka and Gucci
Naw we ain't Bebe, Cece
[Verse 9]
I'm the type to shoot out Peachtree
You the type that wanna be me
Bullets just fly right by me
These fuck **** tried to hit me
You scouts don't get no brownies
One shot just hit my Bentley
Another hit my Charger, but it didn't hurt my hemi
[Verse 10]
I ain't really scared of nobody
Nobody (Nah)
Nobody (Nah)
Nobody (Nah)
Nobody (Nah)
Nobody (Nah)
I ain't backin' down for nobody
Nobody (No)
Nobody (No)
Nobody (No)
Nobody (No)
Nobody (No)
You got teardrops on your face with no bodies
No bodies
Written by: Radric Delantic Davis, Ricky Hampton, Xabian Woods
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