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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cam'ron
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Gucci Mane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Giles
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Shondrae Crawford
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gucci Mane
Executive Producer
mac attkisson
Recording Engineer
Bangladesh
Producer
Robert Marks
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Oh
Oh
Gucci, what's happenin' (Yeah)
Gucci, burr, burr, burr Gucci
[Verse 2]
On the fire, you say you more fire then **** you a lie
Homie you and I
Know the trooper that's between you and I
Stupid jewelry on me then
Stupid jewelry on me now
If you think you finna shit on Gucci, then just show me how
Someone diss me yesterday
What I 'posed to do, go cry?
Put my money chasin' million dollar mission on the side
Just a chicken in my lambo
Bought two drumsticks and a thigh
I'm so hood right now, of course switchin gears while gettin high
Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style
Girls fighting, hoes fist fighting
Just to touch my tie, well damn
Get smart, smart
I ain't been this hard in a while
Blow chaw chaw
I ain't been this hard in a while
[Verse 3]
Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style
Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style
Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style
Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style
Every single night, I'm ballin (Ballin)
Sippin' on that drank, rim crawlin' (Crawlin')
Mostly every night I'm countin', countin' (Yeah)
**** wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' (Yeah)
**** wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
Wilder than a jaguar
Wilin in a Jaguar
Please don't play with me, I'll put that pistol on your grandpa
I swear I'm so wild, I think I need a zan' bar
And if she on my team, I bet that bitch know who she playin for
Mr. coach Carter
Or Mr. go harder
And I like my kush dry
Like a fish with no water
Swagger stupid perfect
I might as well surf it
And if she fuckin she get the voice mail service
Tell it like it be
Bitch I do it for the bloods
And every fucking time I say soo-woop, it's for the bloods
With you just like I love
I do it like I does
And if you wanna fight
Then you can fight my guns, haha
Weezy man, young money
[Verse 5]
Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style
Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style
Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style
Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style
Every single night, I'm ballin (Ballin)
Sippin on that drank, rims crawlin (crawlin)
Mostly every night I'm countin', countin' (Yeah)
**** wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' (Yeah)
**** wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
Let's do the furs
His and her's
Started gettin' on my nerves, so I hit her with a burr
Hustlers love me
All the haters hate me
They brothers wanna fight me
They sisters wanna date me
I tell her bless it baby
You could be my bust it baby
But stay in your place, I need my space
Don't suffocate me, please
Back, back don't approach us
Clack, clack gats in the holsters
Cops in black, they patrol us
Treat us like rats and roaches
But the blue bands
Got the blue lamps (Lamps)
And your wifey, we use her for her food stamps (True)
Ain't no big deal
But she keep the fridge filled
Eggs scrambled, cheese grilled, cold juice, the grits kill
Don't forget veal
Italiano, Gallardo
Yeah them big wheels
Like milk, ya wig spilled
We'll rush in ya spot
Knock, knock, snub of the glock
It Gucci turn, huh?
You gone suck it or not?
[Verse 7]
Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style
Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style
Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style
Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style
Every single night, I'm ballin (Ballin)
Sippin on that drank, rims crawlin (Crawlin)
Mostly every night I'm countin, countin (Yeah)
**** wanna fight but I'm shootin, shootin (Yeah)
**** wanna fight but I'm shootin, shootin (Yeah)
[Verse 8]
Bitches wanna fuck me mainly
Cause I got the cash and I'm famous
I'm tryin to hold my head above water, water
Stack a million cash I just oughta, oughta
My chain cost a stack cause I'm Gucci, (Gucci)
My wardrobe Gucci'd out like I'm boosting
I shine this all the time, ya I'mma shine, brr, shine, brr
Wanna hate then get a ticket and join the line, fine, s'Gucci
Written by: Cameron Giles, Dewayne Carter, Radric Delantic Davis, Shondrae Crawford