| It’s Gucci |
| OK |
| It’s Gucci |
| We’re Going In |
| It’s a Cold Day |
| I need somebody to lay with |
| I already got a lot of money to play with |
| It’s a Cold Day |
| And this old brother crazy |
| I got all these bricks in my lil mama basement |
| It’s a Cold Day |
| I’m a Gucci Mane, gotta get them |
| Got me rapping to a whole 'nother rhythm |
| It’s side-tipping, fat Gucci gotta struggle |
| But I ain’t finna say who did him |
| Imma put a little change on hitting him |
| Got Rottweiler goons, I’ll sip 'em |
| I’ll split 'em, we can get another victim |
| In a room with a Boa Constrictor |
| I ripped your ex before I picked her |
| My mental, my pistol |
| My sticker is sicker |
| My mixtape go get 'em |
| Got badass hoes, I pick 'em |
| Put all my change on shitting 'em |
| Imma drive without the lights |
| Talking like it’s hype |
| Get wheels and a new system |
| If a nigga hating on me, kiss 'em |
| Cause I ain’t got time now to diss 'em |
| Imma pull up to The Chi |
| Get in the parking lot |
| But none of my fans gonna miss him |
| Imma tell a nigga playing to sipper |
| I bust a nigga head, no pimper |
| I shoot a bullet in the temple |
| This a day he won’t remember |
| You see, this is a train crash |
| How long will the fame last? |
| Who cares? Teacher came to class |
| «Gucci"on my name-tag |
| I’m snatching the game back |
| You might get your chain snatched |
| You try me, get aimed at |
| Zone 6, you can blame that |
| And death is the penalty |
| There’s so many men in these |
| I’m smoking my enemies |
| Like our sales are, visibly |
| The GB I hunt |
| Think I’m laundered with money |
| Cause I got twenties and fifties |
| And I got plenty of hundreds |
| If I lose on the gamble |
| Then that ain’t nothing to me |
| I could stand alone |
| Cause I’m the boss of the streets |
| I’m a cold-blooded veteran |
| Yeses to a freshman. Test me |
| You might end up serving me refreshments |