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What's gucci my n***a
What's louis my killa
I feel like I can't follow in nobody footstep
You know I pop pop pop pop pop pop
At your head my n***a
Young n***a
Young n***a
Pop pills
Make mills young n***a
Young n***a
Young n***a
Young n***a
Young n***a
I think I'm 'bout to lose it man
Said I'm 'bout to go gucci mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't f**k with y'all 'cause you n***as lame
Said I'm 'bout to go gucci mane
Said I'm 'bout to go gucci mane
On a choppa rant
On a choppa rant
Still a in that trap getting guap
Out the sewer
Now my crib the size of cuba
I be rap rapping that block
We them brick squad
Ask flocka
Beside this s**t
Silkk the shocker
Coulda been san quentin on lock
But I two door that ghost
I stack two floors that loaf
I be floor seats by that coach
I be fight seats by that rope
Make me so sick I could vomit
Gin with no tonic
Cheat on my b***h
She know I'm dishonest
But I'm just a product of my environment
Young n***a
Young n***a
Pop pills
Make mills young n***a
Got wrist
Stay trill young n***a
Still toting that steel young n***a
And I ain't ever lose a chain
And shawty head stupid man
I think I'm 'bout to lose it man
Said I'm 'bout to go gucci mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't f**k with y'all 'cause you n***as lame
Said I'm 'bout to go gucci mane
Said I'm 'bout to go gucci mane
On a choppa rant
On a choppa rant
Get down or lay down
Shoot everything up but a school or a playground
Run s**t like a greyhound
I'm in here
Now who let the devil in
I ain't been taking my medicine
My trigger finger ain't never been hesitant
I am your ruler
No measurements
You know I pop
Pop
Pop
Pop
Pop
At your head my n***a
Cash money 'til I die
Even if I go broke
I still wouldn't beg to differ
I'm off vapors
I heart paper
No sharp paper
Better get the point
'Cause I'm point shaven with a sharp razor
Get buck like a horse stable
Too street smart
I'm a geek
I put my n***as on they feet
So if we fall it be that lean
That make a n***a fall asleep
I can't see none of you n***as
And I can see the future man
Where you going
I'm 'bout to go tunechi man
I think I'm 'bout to lose it man
Said I'm 'bout to go gucci mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't f**k with y'all 'cause you n***as lame
Said I'm 'bout to go gucci mane
Said I'm 'bout to go gucci mane
On a choppa rant
On a choppa rant