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  • Lil Baby, Gucci Mane, Tyga Performed At 150-Person Maskless Birthday Party In Miami

    Lil Baby, Gucci Mane, Tyga and more rappers performed at a 150-person birthday party in Miami and not a mask in sight.

    It is sometimes hard to believe, but we are still in the middle of a pandemic nearly a year after COVID-19 began to ravage the world. The many restrictions and adjustments we have all had to make in our day-to-day lives have become depressing and exhausting for many, but those who follow the science know that these precautions save lives.  Unfortunately, many people still ignore the consequences of their actions and continue to socialize without masks and even gather at large group events.  Artists who have organized and performed at these events continue to face backlash, the latest being Gucci Mane and Lil Baby.

    Over the weekend, several rappers gathered in Miami to party it up as if the pandemic doesn’t exist.  While the partygoers include Tyga, Post Malone, and 24kGoldn, Lil Baby and Gucci are receiving the most criticism because they were performing at the event in front of a large crowd without masks. 

    According to reports, the South Beach turn up involved little to no social distancing measures.  The celebration was held for Electric Feel Entertainment founder Austin Rosen’s birthday and was hosted in South Beach by Real Housewives of Miami star Lisa Hochstein and her husband.  The hosts reportedly said that they counted on their guests to follow an “honor system” when it comes to coronavirus measures, whatever that means.

    Page Six reported that Hochstein assured the safety of her event by setting a limit of 150 guests and temperature checking guests at the door.  Most experts agree that we should all be avoiding gatherings outside our homes entirely, as well as refraining from seeing friends and family outside of our immediate household.  Seeing celebrities who refuse to follow these guidelines can be very frustrating for those of us who are making so many sacrifices in our personal and social lives.

    *COVID PARTY ALERT* Lil Pump, Tyga, Gucci Mane, Lil Baby and many celebrities attend party at Star Island—near Miami. Close to 150 maskless people packed together. Attendees were asked to follow COVID guidelines on the honor system, according to TMZ. Pro-COVID movement is strong. pic.twitter.com/VAIa2NfffT

    — Def Noodles (@defnoodles) January 19, 2021


  • Gucci Mane – Backwards Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro: Gucci Mane]
    Zaytoven
    Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci (Yeah)
    Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the- (Wop)
    Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci Guwop, oh, the Gucci (Wop)
    (Hah, Gucci)

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    God keep coverin’ me with drip, I think he tryna smother me (On God)
    They stopped me at the border, had too many felonies
    I’m splashin’, I ain’t even drippin’ (Splashin’)
    Laughin’, I ain’t even trippin’ (Haha)
    I’m crashin’, I ain’t even dissin’ (Crash)
    Heard you drop some, I ain’t even listen
    No one realer, triller, street gorilla
    I pull up like Chauncey Billups
    Nigga don’t gas me, I don’t need a fill up
    Pick her up and make her suck my dick ’til she hiccup
    Wop lookin’ slim like a bicycle rim
    But he’s bank obese, and his pockets on chubby
    He’ll play head coach just like Lovie
    Thuggin’ in public, these hoes love it
    I double and triple, quadruple your budget
    Baseball money like David Justice (Money)
    Whole load sold, I ain’t even touched it (It’s sold)
    Own our own kush, damn the room so musty
    Most of you rappers all style, no substance
    Big ol’ rocks on, they disgustin’
    Niggas talk but never touch me (Nah)
    Broke haters can’t tell me nothin’

    [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
    Fuck ’em (Woo, woo, woo, who?)
    Yeah, this that Meek Mill, Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
    Y’all niggas swingin’ through F&Ns
    They gon’ come right back to you like a boomerang (Brrr)
    Louis and Saint Laurent drip (Drip)
    Pimp on these bitches like Pootie Tang (Pimpin’)
    He wanna be ’bout that bitch
    But we all fuckin’ her, so he don’t know who to blame
    She wanna check from me, uh (Check)
    She gotta check for me, uh (Check)
    Fuckin’ the two baddest bitches off Instagram, they on that ecstasy (Aw, hey)
    Hey, diamonds like Voss, and I got the sauce, I mix up the recipe (Woah)
    ‘Fore all this rappin’ shit, I was a trapper, the plug gon’ invest in me (Woah)
    Jumped out the porch, I got a Porsche
    Too many hitters, they can’t extort
    I take a mil’ to table, no fork
    Then split it up with my dawg like divorce
    They shot at us, it was by force
    We shot at them, they went to court
    I don’t wan’ be with these niggas no more
    I can’t even be with these niggas no more
    Shorty said she only fuck trappers (Trappers)
    End up fuckin’ with a rapper (For real?)
    Damn, bitch, how you goin’ backwards? (Damn)
    Diamonds on froze like Alaska (Freezin’)
    That ain’t even none of my bidness (Bidness)
    Put your face down and your ass up (Back down)
    I am preachin’ to you like the pastor
    I’ma keep runnin’ these bands up (Yeah)

    [Bridge: Gucci Mane & Meek Mill]
    Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
    Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
    All these diamonds on me make me handsome
    Shawty fuckin’ on me like a dancer
    Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
    Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
    Went from a trapper to rapper
    Damn, bitch, how you goin’ backwards? (Hah)

    [Outro: Gucci Mane]
    Wow, I thought I was proud of you, but I take it back
    You know what I’m saying?
    Where your whips at? Where your titles at? Huh?
    Where your shooters at?
    Thought you had a plug, but you had a scrub
    Damn


  • Chance The Rapper – My Own Thing lyrics

    [Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
    I’ma do my own thing
    I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
    I decided that I gotta do my own thing
    Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
    Do my own thing

    [Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
    Please don’t hit me in my DM
    Promise that my BM gonna slide when she see ’em
    I know she gonna see ’em ’cause I’m defa finna show her
    Take her to the culprit then I take her to the store (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    She just like my personal space, got a circular waist
    Pull my shirt when she work, work, work, work, work
    If you work in my space, better keep that shit ‘fessional
    I don’t like to be bothered when I work, work, work, work
    Please leave me the fuck alone, new fiancée, that’s my cologne
    Doin’ too much and sayin’ too much, that’s how y’all ass end up alone
    I’ma just pimp off, you a send-off, I don’t really ever like to get involved
    Got a baby, got a house, got in-laws, go and kick rocks

    [Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
    I’ma do my own thing
    I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
    Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
    I decided that I gotta do my own thing
    Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
    Do my own thing, yeah

    [Verse 2: Joey Purp (Chance the Rapper)]
    Okay, don’t mind if it don’t pay me, it ain’t my biz
    How you gon’ raise yo’ voice?
    Gon’ raise yo’ money, won’t raise yo’ kids? (What?)
    Bad little bitty in the city that I’m in (Yeah)
    When I go and travel, I might have to take her with
    She said, “How the car stop but the rims don’t?”
    Ain’t wanna leave but I had to go, like Trey Songz
    I was 18 with a ’98 (Yup) sellin’ 28s
    Now I’m 25 sellin’ 16s (Yup), it’s a hunnid ways
    My new girl a freak, she my type, she unique
    Make her sang when we bang, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
    Tell my ex it’s a dub, that’s a wop, that’s unlikely
    Put a bustdown of my wifey, like Gucci Mane, so icy

    [Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
    I’ma do my own thing
    I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
    Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
    I decided that I gotta do my own thing
    Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
    Do my own thing, yeah


  • Gucci Mane – Be A Thug (Ft. Peter Man) Lyrics

    [Hook: Peter Man]
    Rol? hands up, be a thug
    Die with yo guns up, be a thug
    Roll ? hands up, be a thug
    Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
    Roll? hands up, be a thug
    Die with yo guns up, be a thug
    Roll? hands up, be a thug

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    I’m ? quick?
    I’m tryna knock numbers like Tedd Turner
    No super station, but I’m Gucci Mane, they super hating
    Traid ? we ever traid, they coppying and duplecating
    Coppywrite, cause ? fight
    How I write it, they could never resite it, cause they never see it
    Doing all that screaming on the mic don’t mean they really mean it
    Elll you the truth, I leave the buth, I’m selling Yay
    ? so hard, I got ? 2 times a day
    30 days, I just got out, and I surve 30 Js
    Before I blaze, gotta have a blunt to ?
    ? the cheese, Imma find a way
    It’s like I’m searching for a neadal in a stack of hey
    The streets relate to these actual facts I’m kicking
    I’m going hard, like that crack we cook in the kitchen
    And every nigga I roll with a thug nigga
    And every nigga in my clique sellin drugs nigga
    [Hook: Peter Man]
    Rol? hands up, be a thug
    Die with yo guns up, be a thug
    Roll ? hands up, be a thug
    Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
    Roll? hands up, be a thug
    Die with yo guns up, be a thug
    Roll? hands up, be a thug

    [Verse 2: Peter Man]
    I seen the ? bruh
    Baddest like hoes? bruh
    That shit for show bruh
    Hold it, hold it, but ? bruh
    ? they talking bout some code, bruh
    Never nothing too much for me, I got ?
    They ain’t like it, I ain’t like it, but still I showed up
    I done been broke, and I done broke them up
    ? money, niggas talking bout?
    And I’m a slick nigga, ?
    Nigga, tell you the truth, youa’ll be actin like yo making it up
    You niggas scared, bruh
    Think Imma reach inside my coat, and make m lay on the table

    [Hook: Peter Man]
    Rol? hands up, be a thug
    Die with yo guns up, be a thug
    Roll ? hands up, be a thug
    Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
    Roll? hands up, be a thug
    Die with yo guns up, be a thug
    Roll? hands up, be a thug

    [Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
    ? fresh as hell, nigga pain, I bring it
    Dope slanging, keep that shit in my anus
    There go 12, so I go, ?
    Missed the kid ? saying get away from my stove
    Fuck that ? motherfucker, I got too much blow
    I gotta get off every ? what I perchised it for
    I need a bag full of money, countin 50s and hundreds
    I’m in this hallway, ? tryna get to this money
    You think I’m funny, I ain’t laughing ? my Chetter?
    Making dope transactions in the middle of traffic
    I got a ? spinning 50, every goddamb hour
    Making glass out of powder, I might sell you some flower
    [Hook: Peter Man]
    Rol? hands up, be a thug
    Die with yo guns up, be a thug
    Roll ? hands up, be a thug
    Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
    Roll? hands up, be a thug
    Die with yo guns up, be a thug
    Roll? hands up, be a thug


  • Gucci Mane – Pay Me (Ft. Fruity) Lyrics

    [Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
    I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
    You got me? by all the things you do
    Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
    I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
    You got me? by all the things you do
    Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    I need a bitch that can pull me a bitch
    Or turn a trick, or better yet, turn me on to a lick
    I hope to know she a ho, who, who ain’t scared of this shit
    I hope to know without a pimp, she a regular bitch
    I give her gang for every situation, have her infatuated
    I got the gift of gab, and the conversation who’s the nation
    I need a couple more to expect Gucci’s operation
    The one Matroppa Rapper, pimpin is my ocupation
    So stop all that hezatation, all that procrastonation
    Cooperation leads to indulging and fornacation
    So Fruit, you say you love me, but bitch, I love the loot
    I coppin blow, I’m in persute of a new prostitute

    [Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
    I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
    You got me? by all the things you do
    Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
    I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
    You got me? by all the things you do
    Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

    [Verse2: Fruity]
    What you know about a ass shaking, money making nigga
    Break a bitch, on some pimp shit, call me a pimp bitch
    A surtified man, ? these hoes?
    Tell him bring my money back, sure my shits in tackt, bitch
    I say these bitches dreams, tell these hoes they on my team
    A ? lookin ho, just done with ? skeem
    Let me tell all you niggas a lil something bout me
    I’m well trained, I’m off the chain, nigga, I ain’t ?

    [Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
    I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
    You got me? by all the things you do
    Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
    I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
    You got me? by all the things you do
    Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

    [Verse 3: Fruty]
    Some bitches talk the talk, but I be walking the walk
    My nigga Gucci round M up, and I make sure they trick off
    Dolo might, but I will, fuck you ? the ticket, pay yo meal
    Some bitches need X, but my pussy be red and wet
    Got so much game, guess you can say I’m a poetic pimp
    VIP type bitch, I strut, fuck a limp
    Niggas eyes be romen, when they see me pass
    They wanna grab on this ass, I’m straight dropping for cash
    ? place a pillo under my knees?
    Sippin and slerppin and spit
    Hit a split and and slow ride yo dick, when I’m turnin tricks
    All for the love of the straight drop clique
    My nigga, all for the love of the straight drop clique

    [Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
    I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
    You got me? by all the things you do
    Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
    I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
    You got me? by all the things you do
    Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you


  • Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike – All I Need (feat. Gucci Mane) lyrics

    [Intro: Gucci Mane]
    Dimitri, Mike and Gucci

    [Verse 1]
    Laying on the front line, vibing to the bass drums
    Sipping on a 40
    And someone’s on the rooftop, lighting up like Snoop Dogg
    And it’s only Tuesday
    I just wanna have a good time in the city shine lights, baby, baby
    I don’t need, I don’t need nothing else
    I don’t need, I don’t need nothing else

    [Chorus]
    We don’t have to wake up ’cause we didn’t sleep
    I still got a full cup of that Hennessy
    All my friends by my side
    It’s all I need in my life
    5AM and we still feeling reckless
    Piled up in the whip getting breakfast
    All my friends by my side
    It’s all I need in my life

    [Post-Chorus]
    All my friends by my side
    It’s all I need in my life

    [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
    I just wanna show you how to win, let me coach ya
    I’m just tryna train ya, baby, turn you to my soldier
    Tryna help you prosper, I’m a trap prophet
    You know they really poppin’, they don’t really got it
    I just wanna see you shop, shop ’til you drop
    Pull out with the title top, drop out the lot
    She don’t wanna leave the Wop, she know the night good
    So watch the plot thick, so does Gucci’s heart thick

    [Chorus]
    We don’t have to wake up ’cause we didn’t sleep
    I still got a full cup of that Hennessy
    All my friends by my side
    It’s all I need in my life
    5AM and we still feeling reckless
    Piled up in the whip getting breakfast
    All my friends by my side
    It’s all I need in my life

    [Post-Chorus]
    All my friends by my side
    It’s all I need in my life

    [Bridge]
    I just wanna have a good time in the city shine lights, baby, baby
    I don’t need, I don’t need nothing else
    I don’t need, I don’t need nothing else

    [Chorus]
    We don’t have to wake up ’cause we didn’t sleep
    I still got a full cup of that Hennessy
    All my friends by my side
    It’s all I need in my life
    5AM and we still feeling reckless
    Piled up in the whip getting breakfast
    All my friends by my side
    It’s all I need in my life


  • A$AP Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky

    [Intro: Gucci Mane, 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
    Huh?
    We got London On Da Track
    It’s Guwop
    Huh?
    It’s Gucci
    21, 21
    Huh?

    [Chorus: Gucci Mane & 21 Savage]
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky

    [Verse 1: 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
    I got so many M’s in my bank account, I can’t even count ’em
    Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can’t even mount ’em
    Too many zeros with ‘Sace pillows in my Phantoms
    Too many bad bitches, I don’t cuff ’em, I just hand them (21)
    Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don’t got time to lay up
    Met my accountant at Ruth’s Chris, she told me that I’m way up (21)
    I already back for seconds, I ain’t even clean my plate up
    Ran me up a hunned M’s and then I put my bay up (21)
    Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal
    I ain’t take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)
    All my diamonds carrots, dem lil’ pointers be two lil’
    Glaziers in my ear, I need a cup, they ’bout to spill

    [Chorus: Gucci Mane & A$AP Rocky]
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I feel like I’m Rocky

    [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & (?)]
    Huh?
    How you gone play D, you can’t even take D
    Too many fake me’s
    Way too many fake daps, way too many fake ‘$APs
    And I put it on me and I want another ring
    Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve ’em like the other team (skrt)
    You can still hear the sneaks (woo, swoosh)
    Ballin’ in some Dungarees
    Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team?
    For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league
    Heard you the nigga overseas, but that’s only overseas
    I’m the one who oversees shit, "Oh man, it’s him again"
    I’m up in the rim, they the raided M&M’s
    Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands
    My girlfriend got a little friend
    All the way on the other end
    ‘Cause she don’t deal with the middle man
    Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes
    Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes (A$AP)

    [Chorus: Gucci Mane]
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby , I’m too fuckin’ cocky
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (yeah)

    [Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
    Just pass me the rock and watch him go
    Just run me the play and let me know
    With a broken leg, I let it go (leggo, leggo, leggo)
    I ain’t gotta say it ’cause they know (woo)

    [Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
    Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fuckin’ flashy
    He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray
    So, so deaf to these suckers, I’m like JD in ’03
    My hoe said that I’m too cocky, I don’t play nothin’ but me
    These girls got nothing to show you, I’ll give you something to see
    These dudes keep comin’ up short like they a pair of capris
    Don’t group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin’ me
    Them dudes ain’t got nothin’ on me, I got a money disease
    I’m too cold for these suckers, they ain’t got more money than me
    I wear my mink in the summer when it’s one-hundred-three (burr)
    I make a bitch feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me
    I know that bitch want to fuck me, but she’s to tiny for me
    She’s my way out the highway, you either like or leave
    This Rollie cost us the G’s, a couple bricks on my sleeve (yeah)
    When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme
    A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine
    It’s Guwop

    [Chorus: Gucci Mane, & Young Thug]
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (it’s Gucci)
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (Wizop)
    Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (damn)
    We got London On Da Track


  • Asap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky

    Lyrics to ‘Asap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky’ by Asap Rocky:

    Tiffany Haddish, and more. Gucci and 21’s laconic styles are both idiomatic for London on da Track’s ominous, creeping backbeat. Gucci’s last, whispered, and classic-era-Gucci-styled verse (“Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fucking flashy/He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray”) is worth the price of admission for what might reasonably be considered an unremarkable song.

    Take A Listen Below
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  • Gucci Mane Might Want To Stay Out Of The Hood Another Rapper Warns

    Gucci Mane made a visit to his hood recently and it stirred up a lot of bad blood.

    The East Atlanta Santa posted a photo of himself leaving a convenience store in Bouldercrest over the Christmas holiday. He was wearing a Gucci tracksuit and carrying a scratch-off lottery ticket in one hand, but it’s his caption that got the most attention. “Face I make when they say Guwop don’t run Bouldercrest like #ElGato,” he wrote. He also posted another photo of himself inside the convenience store where he wrote, “At the Texaco on Bouldercrest I sold nicks and dimes at as a teenager.”

    Another rapper from the East Atlanta neighborhood, Young Nudy, fired off a shot on Instagram basically saying that he is the one who locks down Bouldercrest. “Last time I checked #PDE #Run #Bouldercrest We Don’t No buddy He don’t Be in the hood Dats A big CAP I got the hold #Bouldercrest #and #Eastatlant #mygucci #voice,” Nudy wrote.

    Gucci Mane released an album in December last year titled “The Return of East Atlanta Santa” where he paid homage to his hood.

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  • Gucci Mane – Peepin Out The Blinds

    [Intro]
    Gato, ha
    They count to my chart
    Take my shit, you should post too
    Ka, ba, gato

    [Chorus]
    Firing at niggas, I’m firing at niggas
    I’m firing at niggas outside
    I feel like Malcolm X I’m peepin’ out the blinds
    Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
    I’m coming out firing at niggas, firing at niggas
    I hear sirens, I’m firin’, I’m firing at niggas
    I’m like Malcolm X, I’m peepin’ out the blinds
    Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
    I’m coming out

    [Verse 1]
    Bow, bow, bow
    Man down, click clack
    Who your man now
    Know you heard ’bout Gucci Mane that boy ’bout letting that thang sound
    You stunt on Instagram, I’m in a rental van now
    Don’ know how this shit gon’ turn, but I won’t run my mouth
    Nigga run up on me, Imma back his ass down
    Imma stand up, nigga, I will never lay down
    I bad place by the cartel, they gon’ knock us head down
    One thing ’bout the Eskimos, dem boys don’t fuck around
    Jamaican plugs and Mexicans, they spoilin’ me with pounds
    Medellín affiliated, grow it out the ground
    We grow it out the ground

    [Chorus]
    Firing at niggas, I’m firing at niggas
    I’m firing at niggas outside
    I feel like Malcolm X I’m peepin’ out the blinds
    Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
    I’m coming out firing at niggas, firing at niggas
    I hear sirens, I’m firin’, I’m firing at niggas
    I’m like Malcolm X, I’m peepin’ out the blinds
    Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
    I’m coming out

    [Verse 2]
    Boston, George Diego flow, my bitch like Griselda though
    Thousand pounds of yellow dough
    Rich ass junkie, full of money
    Cameras watchin’ every door
    Ten mill in an envelope
    Banana boat with telescope
    I count 2 mil on Periscope
    Duplex is exceptional, burglar bars protect the door
    Draco on the floor, and AR-15 on the sectional
    And young nigga with plenty dough
    I done hit so many hoes
    Eenie menie minie hoe, I’m way he’s protection though
    My Smith and Wesson teach a lesson what you call your brother for?
    You ain’t even special hoe, why you gettin’ all extra for
    Why that nigga pull up to my truck acting aggressive for?
    I bless you I don’t stress you, if it’s pressure then it’s pressure (grra)

    [Chorus]
    Firing at niggas, I’m firing at niggas
    I’m firing at niggas outside
    I feel like Malcolm X I’m peepin’ out the blinds
    Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
    I’m coming out firing at niggas, firing at niggas
    I hear sirens, I’m firin’, I’m firing at niggas
    I’m like Malcolm X, I’m peepin’ out the blinds
    Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
    I’m coming out

    [Outro]
    Man down, click clack!
    Who your man now


  • Migos – Roll In Peace (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

    [Verse 1: Offset]
    In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
    I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
    Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
    Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin’ light (Wraith)
    I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
    Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
    Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
    Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
    Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
    Smokin’ cookie, yeah, that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
    Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
    All these diamonds, yeah, they white on white (white)
    Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
    Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
    Born with it
    Count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
    Go and get it
    Thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
    Bitch I’m O-Dog from Menace (urr)
    You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
    Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
    Askin’ the Lord, forgive me (hey)

    [Verse 2: TakeOff]
    Pop me a missile (ayy)
    Take me a picture (flash)
    Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
    Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
    White like tissue (white)
    Drank too official (drank)
    Cut like scissors (cut)
    Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
    Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
    Whole gang itchin’ (itch)
    Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
    Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
    Hundred round drum, listen
    Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
    Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
    Have my young nigga do the sentence
    Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
    Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
    Rockstar livin’ life, Lenny
    You can do better, never settle
    Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
    I tell the plug mail ’em
    Which way? Dat way, tell ’em, ayy

    [Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
    Man it’s Gucci Mane the Goat
    And I’m at these rappers throats
    I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna keep afloat
    Yeah it’s Wop the Guwopster
    I live like a mobster
    Eat shrimp and lobster
    I flew in with a chopper
    Breaking bread that’s my breakfast
    Two bitches I’m so selfish
    I wanna cut her off
    Her head too good it got me helpless
    Ya should feel embarrassed
    I just touched down in Paris
    My homie said he single but his side-bitches are married
    Save some for the drama though
    Guess I’m still the DJ
    [?]
    So I’m throwing cash and repay
    Flush it on the freeway
    Got cash [?] 3k
    Countin’ cash for three days and all my pussy’s prepaid


  • Desiigner & PnB Rock Dropping A Joint Album Next Year


    Desiigner and PnB Rock are on the verge of dropping a joint album.

    Desiigner is currently working on his own upcoming album The Life Of Desiigner but so far there is no release date for the project. Now there are talks that he is working on a joint LP with PnB Rock. The Brooklyn rapper announced the project on Twitter a few days ago. “PNB AND DESIIGNER ALBUM… coming soon,” he tweeted. Desiigner has come under criticism from some rap fans recently who claimed that he dropped off. He responded on Instagram saying that he is far from dropped off.

    “For all them haters out there man,” the rapper said while showing off his house and luxury car. “I don’t want to hear all that sh*t about Desiigner fell off, Desiigner never fell nowhere. I fell into a motherf***** mansion that I just bought in L.A., you know what am saying. Thank you to all my fans the album coming soon.”

    The “Panda” rapper has been relatively quiet since score hit breakout hit single and a couple other notable collaborations. Earlier this year, he released a music video for his song with Gucci Mane, “Liife.” The “Tiimmy Turner” MC has been teasing his upcoming album and a mixtape for the past couple of months so naturally some fans are saying that they don’t believe that he will drop a project with PnB Rock anytime soon. So now its up to Desiigner to prove his haters wrong and drop something, whether it be his own personal project or this joint effort.

    PnB Rock is currently gearing up to release his own debut album, Catch These Vibes, and earlier this year he released his GTTM: Going Thru The Motions mixtape. He then went on to get featured on XXL Freshman Class of 2017 which help further push his career this year.

    PNB AND DESIIGNER ALBUM ???? ?? @pnbrock coming Soon

    — Desiigner (@LifeOfDesiigner) November 8, 2017

    #desiigner has some words for his haters

    A post shared by DancehallHipHop (@dancehallhiphop) on Nov 6, 2017 at 3:53pm PST


  • Gucci Mane Gets $10 Million To Renew Atlantic Records Contract


    Gucci Mane continues to bank paper this year with a $10 million deal with Atlantic Records to renew his contract.

    The Atlanta rapper probably have the most impressive year of all the rappers on the planet. Gucci Mane walked out of prison in May last year a brand new man and the newness shined bright for the rest of last year and intensified this year. His Jamaican wife Keyshia Ka’oir has also been getting a lot of praise for helping the rapper turn his life around. “Thank You @AtlanticRecords for the 10 million dollar extension #ELGATOTheHumanGlacier I appreciate It sincerely,” Guwop wrote on Twitter.

    Since leaving prison, Gucci Mane has been laser focused on making his paper and this new $10 million deal with Atlantic Records is just the latest episode of his money making spree. Guwop and Ka’oir have even found a way to profit off their wedding which aired live on BET and now they are planning to make more dough off their honeymoon.Ka’oir also revealed recently during an interview that she made $30 million from her cosmetic and fitness line.

    Gucci Mane has been known to release a ton of new music in a short space of time. His new album Mr. Davis was released on October 13th this year and now he is already working on his next project, El Gato The Human Glacier. He didn’t reveal a release date for that project but it will be the first album on his new deal with Atlantic. “I feel like I’m a brand new artist working on his 1st album #ELGATOTheHumanGlacier,” he tweeted. Gucci Mane has released two mixtapes and three albums since his release from prison which is roughly a year and a half ago. He is also featured on a number of singles from other artists and they have all been hits.

    Thank You @AtlanticRecords for the 10 million dollar extension #ELGATOTheHumanGlacier
    I appreciate It sincerely

    — Gucci Mane (@gucci1017) November 8, 2017

    I feel like I'm a brand new artist working on his 1st album #ELGATOTheHumanGlacier

    — Gucci Mane (@gucci1017) November 8, 2017


  • She on my dyck – Rick Ross feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

    Lyrics Rick Ross – She on my dyck

    Who at the door? Put the money up
    I’ma been done kilt one of these niggas ’round here, man
    Who dat is? Uhhhhh(she on my dyck)

    I had to wet the donkey, get some pillow seats
    Pork n’ bean projects is where the killers be
    Can’t be talkin’ all loud or niggas gettin’ shot
    Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
    All my niggas out the scott snagged the quick slop
    Swear to God, I’ma die for this wristwatch
    Growin’ up at risco, they called us piss poor
    Realest nigga in the city, let a b*tch know
    Red bottoms, all white just to shoot dice
    Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I’m Big Mike
    Jabar home, goin’ on his fifth Rolls Royce
    I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys
    Fake golds, niggas front with these dracos
    Walk up on ’em with the forty and the case closed
    Double M the label with the most pesos
    I bought a condo and that b*tch got eight floors

    She on my d*ck, she on my dyck
    Richest nigga in the city so she on my d*ck
    It make sense, she on my d*ck
    Makin’ moves in the city so she on my d*ck
    She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
    She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
    She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
    I’m makin’ moves, she on my d*ck.

    I get a rush when I see these b*tches watchin’ me
    It’s like a high when I see these b*tches jockin’ me
    She on my d*ck like she heard what I’m orderin’
    Drop top Mulsanne, it’s just one of these
    She on my d*ck like she seen some’ she shouldn’t’ve seen
    Two hundred thou’, one hundred’s crammed in my Givenchy jeans
    And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team
    And I just wanna paint her face like it’s Maybelline
    Bill Belichick, I just got another ring versuri-lyrics.info
    Bust another check and I just bought a new machine
    And like the Chargers I’m about to move the team
    You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghin’.

    She on my d*ck, she on my dyck
    Richest nigga in the city so she on my d*ck
    It make sense, she on my d*ck
    Makin’ moves in the city so she on my d*ck
    She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
    She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
    She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
    I’m makin’ moves, she on my d*ck.

    Baby girl, do your thing in your Vera Wang
    Ever dealt with a nigga still dealin’ cocaine?
    Never made it to the game before it’s halftime
    Ten stacks for the seats, so you can have mine
    Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes
    Pop a bottle every time you niggas flatline
    Lot of b*tches but I focus on my Fab Five
    Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride
    b*tch hair nappy girl, you need that rich s**t
    It take real heart to wanna be a rich b*tch
    She was the youngest and her mama had six kids
    Called her a dummy but she turned into a rich b*tch
    Run with a nigga with some money out in Memphis
    She was postin’ pics of the gifts that he would gift her
    But the p*ssy goes to the richest nigga
    And guess what? Rozay is that nigga!

    She on my d*ck, she on my dyck
    Richest nigga in the city so she on my d*ck
    It make sense, she on my d*ck
    Makin’ moves in the city so she on my d*ck
    She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
    She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
    She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
    I’m makin’ moves, she on my d*ckkk.
    Rick Ross lyrics
    Video Rick Ross


  • Make love – Gucci Mane feat. Nicki Minaj lyrics

    Lyrics Gucci Mane – Make love

    Uhhh, Gucci
    Wanna make love, love, love.

    King of the skreets
    And when these suckas see me, they should bow to my feet
    And kiss the ground underneath
    I look down at the beef
    That shit childish to me
    Two hundred thousand to see me
    And it’s been sold out for weeks
    Can’t brush shoulders with me
    These stones in my choker are 2 karats apiece
    Look like boulders to me
    Damn, who colder than me?
    You think he colder than me?
    You more bipolar than me
    You talkin’ crazy
    I’m tryna book Beyoncé for my wedding day
    I’m the type of nigga, spend a million on a wedding cake
    Niggas hate, but hesitate versuri-lyrics.info
    They hate to see ya elevate
    I just left out the gym
    I’m ’bout to take a swim and meditate
    Woooo!
    Now it’s time to celebrate
    Ask me why I’m smilin’
    I say, “‘Cause I make two mil’ a day”
    And I might take your b*tch and pay her bills
    That’s how I feel today
    And I just wanna f*ck
    Don’t wanna chill, that’s how I feel today.

    I’m makin’ money like I’m makin’ sweet love
    I wanna make love, love, love
    She say the money make her wanna make love
    Wanna make love, love, love, huh.

    Ay yo, ain’t talkin’ housewives, but I’m in the Porsche
    First I’ma scorch her, then I’ma torch her
    Then I’ma torture her, then I’ma off her
    A million dollars for a show, they made their off-er
    Go against Nicki, it’s gon’ cost ya
    ‘Cause now it’s f*ck ya, intercourse ya
    I rep Queens where they listen to a bunch of Nas
    I’m a yes and these b*tches is a bunch of nahs
    Tryin’ to win a gunfight with a bunch of knives
    I win, get off the bench and give a bunch of fives
    I don’t see her
    b*tch I’m the greatest, no Kendrick and no Sia
    I’m the iPhone, you the Nokia
    Everybody know you jealous, b*tch it’s so clear
    Tell them bum ass b*tches to play their role
    She see my sexy ass every time she scroll
    I got it in the can, Dole
    Your career gon’ be with Anna Nicole
    Witcha dumbass face
    She ain’t eatin’ but I swear she got some bum ass taste
    Text her man like, “Dawg, how that bum ass taste?”
    Pay your rent! And stay in your bum ass place
    Oooohhh, oh you the qu-e-e-the queen of this here?
    One platinum plaque, album flopped, b*tch, where?
    Hahaha, ahhhhhhh
    I took two bars off just to laugh
    You see, silly rabbit, to be the queen of rap
    You gotta sell records, you gotta get plaques
    S, plural like the S on my chest
    Now sit your dumbass down
    You got an F on your test.

    I’m makin’ money like I’m makin’ sweet love
    I wanna make love, love, love
    She say the money make her wanna make love
    Wanna make love, love, love, huh.

    I love to see the money stack up
    Hope that we don’t ever, ever break up
    Wanna make love, love, loveee.
    Gucci Mane lyrics
    Video love


  • Evander Griiim – Right Now (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

    [Intro: Gucci Mane]
    What’s happenin’?
    Griiim
    (burr burr)
    And Gucci!

    [Hook: Evander Griiim]
    Right now
    C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
    Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
    All the pussy, all the fame, right now
    All the love, all the fame, right now

    [Verse 1: Evander Griiim]
    Niggas try to ride my wave but can’t swim
    Nigga you be chewing too, too much
    Got a foreign in my foreign, and she snorin’
    Little nigga I’m the GOAT, ’bout to trip it
    Eski-eski-eskimo, I’m so cold
    Ride around with my neck, and my wrist
    On froze, nigga gold, all gold
    All gold, all the hoes, all the drip
    Poppin’ pussy, nigga woah, with my gold
    Nigga tax me I’ma flip, with my thumb
    Poppin’ pussy with my thumb, with my thumb, right
    Right now
    Throw it baby, bust it open, right now
    All I wanted was a ten and a four
    All I get it for the low, for the low
    Hit that nigga, I’m the plug, right now
    Send that nigga with the bugs, right now
    All my bitches kiss bitches, and they wealthy
    And they suckin’ for the selfie
    I’m so petty, oh so petty
    Oh shit, hot shit, I’m that nigga since
    Eighth grade, poppin’ shit in the hallways
    Yellin’ dope, hella dope, this the new me
    Suckin’, signing, double D’s, overseas

    [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
    Just got off the stage, I need thirty bitches right now
    I’m so piped up, ain’t no way that I can pipe down
    The way I lay that pipe down she say that she my wife now
    But I just want a good suck up and a decent wipe down
    Slidin’, leather seats reclinin’
    Blinding with expensive diamonds
    Rolex with exquisite timing
    Dining on exotic islands
    Grinding like I’m nickel’n’diming
    I’m the king of Ace of Diamonds
    Got to eat up all this flavor
    My lean eating up my stomach lining
    I can spend five hundred thousand now and get it right back
    Say he want to be like Gucci Mane, he on the right track
    Got a lil young ho that hittin’ it, say she coming right back
    Keep her up all night and eyes both wide just like a night owl

    [Hook: Evander Griiim]
    Right now
    C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
    Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
    All the pussy, all the fame, right now
    All the love, all the fame, right now
    C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
    Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
    All the pussy, all the fame, right now
    Right now


  • Natasha Mosley – Drunk (feat. Gucci Mane)

    [Intro: Natasha Mosley & Gucci Mane]
    Whoop that ass
    Gucci
    Aw yeah, yeah
    Wop
    Mmm
    It’s Gucci, burr, burr
    Dodge

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    I just want you to fuck me like you need me
    Text me when you leave me
    Bein’ with him hard as hell
    But bein’ with me is easy
    Breezy, freaky
    Get excited when you see me
    Touch me, tease me
    Get mad when you can’t reach me
    Gucci Mane and Tasha
    And Zaytiggy and the beazzie
    Tasha, you so sexy, fly
    You out like every weekend
    I’m diggin’, she reachin’
    I’m climbin’, she peekin’
    I expect grown folks to hate on us
    Girl, everybody’s peepin’
    I’m not so gangsta that I can say
    I love the way she slingin’
    Gucci Mane a money man
    Look at all the cash I’m bringin’
    I will show you like 200 thou
    And that’s just on one pinkie
    Girl, you got me feelin’ drunk
    And I’m not even drinkin’

    [Hook: Natasha Mosley]
    Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
    Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
    I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
    I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
    Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
    Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
    I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
    I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’

    [Verse 2: Natasha Mosley]
    Boy, you makin’ all the flips
    We takin’ shoppin’ trips
    Coppin’ drops and shit
    Both got rocks on wrists, got rocks on fists
    Ooh we ain’t even worried ’bout these bitches
    Droppin’ hits, ain’t got a pot to piss
    Her man no boyfriend until my partner quit
    Relockin’ this
    Just don’t be makin’ promises you won’t keep, baby
    Time for you to show how much you want me, baby
    Pick me up and put me where you want me, baby
    I ain’t had your love yet, so don’t leave, baby
    What that I like
    Just here without you and I knew it
    It feel like a knife
    Just the type I like
    And you so fine, you make it my mind
    Just at 3 clock in the mornin’ when you hungry
    This that I gotta have it, your one and only
    Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

    [Hook: Natasha Mosley]
    Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
    Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
    I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
    I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
    Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
    Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
    I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
    I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’

    [Outro: Natasha Mosley & Gucci Mane]
    Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
    Wop
    Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
    Gucci
    Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
    Burr
    Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
    Burr
    Yeah, yeah
    Oh yeah, yeah
    I want your love
    I want your love


  • Lil Peep – Gucci Mane (Hellboy Mixtape)

    [Hook]
    Cocaine in your bitch brain
    I make it rain where my bitch say
    No pain when my mind fade
    I’ve been high since last Friday
    Dope veins wear the cold chain
    Switchin’ lanes bumpin’ Gucci Mane
    I don’t listen what my friends say
    I can’t cry, but I’m a cry baby
    I can’t lie, I might die, baby
    But as long as I’m alive, we gon’ shine, baby
    Look me in my eyes, baby
    I’ve been high since last Friday

    [Verse]
    I can’t drive, but lets ride baby
    And as long as I’m alive, I’mma die, baby
    Time flies on the highway
    I’ve been high since last Friday

    [Hook]
    Cocaine in your bitch brain
    I make it rain where my bitch say
    No pain when my mind fade
    I’ve been high since last Friday
    Dope veins wear the cold chain
    Switchin’ lanes bumpin’ Gucci Mane
    I don’t listen what my friends say
    I can’t cry, but I’m a cry baby
    I can’t lie, I might die, baby
    But as long as I’m alive, we gon’ shine, baby
    Look me in my eyes, baby
    I’ve been high since last Friday


  • Slippery – Migos feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

    Lyrics Migos – Slippery

    Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
    Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
    I heard your b*tch she got that water.(slippery)

    (Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
    Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
    Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
    Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
    You can bet on me (skr, skr).

    Hey, hey, hey, tater tot
    f*ck niggas on my radar watch (watchin’)
    Crocodile hunter, turn ’em to some gator shots (urr)
    Iced out watch (ice), ridin’ round ten o’ clock (ten)
    Ridin’ round, geeked up, damn, think it’s three o’ clock (three)
    Four o’ clock (four), five o’ clock, six o’ clock (five)
    I’m gon pop, if I don’t I’m back to the pot (whip)
    I got rocks (rocks), big bales, big arms (bales)
    Tommy gun, come out and play let’s have fun (yeah)
    Big scales (scales), fishscale, big weight (fish)
    Iceberg (ice), ice tray, ice tray (woo)
    Plug called (called), tried to front, I don’t need it (brrt)
    I don’t need it (brrt)
    Pockets strong, wrist anemic (strong)
    Get freezy (freezy), young nigga pay your debt-is (debt-is)
    Grandma (grandma) auntie Ab and auntie Neesa (Neese)
    Uncle Bo, auntie Greta serve ya perkys (Greta)
    Auntie Eva, she got a pound she might just serve it.

    Pop a perky just to start up
    (pop it, pop it pop it)
    Two cups of purple just to warm up
    (two cups, drank)
    I heard your b*tch she got that water
    (Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
    Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
    Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
    Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
    You can bet on me (skr, skr).

    Hey, hey, hey, slippery, she numbin’ me, that tongue on me
    Honestly (honest), she f*ck with me, a wife to be (wife)
    In Italy, bought her a fur, look like the wildebeest (rarr)
    Just chill with me (chill)
    It is no worry, it is a bill to me (it ain’t nothin’)
    I pull up Diablo, I pull up with models
    I gave her her first Philippe (Philippe)
    We goin’ full throttle, she swallowed the bottle
    I’m all in her ovaries (ahh)
    I gave her some dollars
    I Gucci’d her collar now she can’t get over me (heyyy)
    She wanna dose of me (dose)
    Just hop in the Ghost with me (Ghost)
    Perky and molly, don’t vote for nobody
    These b*tch ass niggas ain’t solid (solid)
    Run in your house and with pumps and the shotties
    Your mom might be up inside it (bah)
    Cars robotic, bad b*tch with a body
    But really don’t care nothing about it (uh-uh)
    Cappin’ and poppin’, I seen that lil Masi
    I coulda pulled up and just shot ya ( brrt)
    It’s a jungle, I let off some fire (some fire).

    Pop a perky just to start up
    (pop it, pop it pop it)
    Two cups of purple just to warm up
    (two cups, drank)
    I heard your b*tch she got that water
    (Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
    Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
    Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
    Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
    You can bet on me (skr, skr).

    I rock water, diamonds, I’m drippin’ but not slippin’
    I threw a quarter, (well damn) but no I’m not trippin’
    Bugatti on Forgi’s, and nawl, I’m not crippin’
    I buy Ferrari’s like Jordans
    I’m Mike and y’all Pippen
    Chillin’, just me and my millions
    Niggas, they all in they feelin’s
    My b*tches, I spoil them like children
    So persistent, if I want it, I go get it
    I’m so slimy, grimy, sheisty but still shining
    Rude and unkindly, cruel with no conscious
    Drop the top on College, nigga I ain’t with no nonsense
    And I’m a murderer nigga but I don’t promote violence.

    Dead shot (brrt), AK make your head rock (brrt)
    Red dot, retro 8, Jordan they in stock
    Lean on rocks (Act)
    Perkys, mollies, xannies, rocks (roxies)
    Oxycontin (oxyies)
    Takeoff I’m your med doc (Takeoff!)
    Leg lock (leg)
    The key I got, unlock the box (box)
    What’s in that box, huh?
    Don’t tell em they might show the cops (shh)
    Wrist watch (bite), abnormal so I flood the clock (ice)
    Money flop, panties drop, that’s when them titties pop (woo)
    Free my partners (John Wicc)
    ‘Til they free it’s f*ck the cops (f*ck ’em)
    They know I geek a lot
    They don’t know I keep a Glock (clueless)
    Ain’t been no drought (where)
    They think I been sleep a lot
    They think I’m dumb (dumb)
    They don’t know I see the plot (see it)
    f*ck it I seize a knot.

    Pop a perky just to start up
    (pop it, pop it pop it)
    Two cups of purple just to warm up
    (two cups, drank)
    I heard your b*tch she got that water
    (Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
    Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
    Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
    Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
    You can bet on me (skr, skr)
    Hey, hey, heyyy.
    Migos lyrics
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(Intro – Gucci Mane)
What’s happening?
Griiim
burr burr
And Gucci!

(Chorus – Griiim)
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pu**y, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now

(Verse 1 – Griiim)
Ni**as try to ride my wave but can’t swim
Ni**a you be chewing too, too much
Got a foreign in my foreign, and she snoring
Little ni**a I’m the Goat, bout to trip it
Eski, eski, eskimo, I’m so cold
Ride around with my neck, and my wrist
On froze, ni**a gold, all gold
All gold, all the hoes, all the drip
Popping pu**y, ni**a woah, with my gold
Ni**a tax me I’ma flip, with my thumb
Popping pu**y with my thumb, with my thumb, right
Right now
Throw it baby, bust it open, right now
All I wanted was a ten and a four
All I get it for the low, for the low
Hit that ni**a, I’m the plug, right now
Send that ni**a with the bugs, right now
All my bi**hes kiss bi**hes, and they wealthy
And they s**king for the selfie
I’m so petty, oh so petty
Oh s**t, hot s**t, I’m that ni**a since
Eighth grade, popping s**t in the hallways
Yelling dope, hella dope, this the new me
S**king, signing, double D’s, overseas

(Verse 2 – Gucci Mane)
Just got off the stage, I need thirty bitches right now
I’m so piped up, ain’t no way that I can pipe down
The way I lay that pipe down she say that she my wife now
But I just want a good s**k up and a decent wipe down
Slidin’, leather seats reclining
Blinding with expensive diamonds
Rolex with exquisite timing
Dining on exotic islands
Grinding like I’m nickel’n’diming
I’m the king of Ace of Diamonds
Got to eat up all this flavor
My lean eating up my stomach lining
I can spend five hundred thousand now and get it right back
Say he want to be like Gucci Mane, he on the right track
Got a lil young ho that hitting it, say she coming right back
Keep her up all night and eyes both wide just like a night owl

(Chorus – Griiim)
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pu**y, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pu**y, all the fame, right now
Right now