Birds of a Feather
Two times, it's gucci, Two times
Zugi Zugi
Burr burr burr burr, burr burr burr burr, yeaaa
It's two times gucci
And I don't give excuses
I use to drive a hooptie, but now my life a movie
A genius like Confucius, but please do not confuse me
Don't think cuz I do music, I won't pull up with Uzi
They want me just like Tookie, But Gucci Mane survive
Don't ask me nuthin stupid, they bury me alive
Right now I'm on that new shit, my struggle I embrace it
Forever live in diamonds, like ancient kings in Asia
Big ballin is my major, I still got my lil trap house
A condo flip a Florida, I'm ballin on you stakehouse
I'm in and out the trap house, but this ain't what you wanted
I put my shooters on ya, you think your house was haunted, Fool
Pounds in the bathtub, keys on the dresser
My money in a great place that I can never tell ya
A cinderella story call me Cinder-fella
I make it rain so much the strippers gotta bring umbrellas
I double spike the punch, Skip breakfast and lunch
I sell a thang, and whip a plain, and eat some captain crunch
I smoke a blunt then go to brunch, and babe I don't do dutch
I let ha order what she wants, order what you must, it's Gucci
A they don't think I would be back I told them wait and watch
All you waiting watching kick back and factor this
O maker ain't no coming after this
We the realist niggas coming from Atlanta streets
Yall thought Atlanta rap was all novelty, Where you was at?
I was sit N trenches trying to escape the poverty
Probably out sellin sacs, Or what?
Or probably trying figure out where the fk you and your sacs... At
And way before I was sellin sacs, What?
5th avenue, what were you doing?
I was on the avenue pitching quarters, taking orders
But now nigga the consumer, I'm a Zone 4 nigga I hit the yams up in my pum's
These nigga grew up with a silver spoon, I had to dust the vault
Had to learn to wiggle up had to get it up
Nigga playing cards in the hood, but I ain't playing
Hell I'll throw in ya hands if I had yall hands
Got niggas that will cut off their hands just to have my hands
I'm that nigga now, look at you, you doop dealin
100 percent legitimate yea, I'm doop dealing
My name O weight, I carry my own weight
Zugi Zugi
Burr burr burr burr, burr burr burr burr, yeaaa
It's two times gucci
And I don't give excuses
I use to drive a hooptie, but now my life a movie
A genius like Confucius, but please do not confuse me
Don't think cuz I do music, I won't pull up with Uzi
They want me just like Tookie, But Gucci Mane survive
Don't ask me nuthin stupid, they bury me alive
Right now I'm on that new shit, my struggle I embrace it
Forever live in diamonds, like ancient kings in Asia
Big ballin is my major, I still got my lil trap house
A condo flip a Florida, I'm ballin on you stakehouse
I'm in and out the trap house, but this ain't what you wanted
I put my shooters on ya, you think your house was haunted, Fool
Pounds in the bathtub, keys on the dresser
My money in a great place that I can never tell ya
A cinderella story call me Cinder-fella
I make it rain so much the strippers gotta bring umbrellas
I double spike the punch, Skip breakfast and lunch
I sell a thang, and whip a plain, and eat some captain crunch
I smoke a blunt then go to brunch, and babe I don't do dutch
I let ha order what she wants, order what you must, it's Gucci
A they don't think I would be back I told them wait and watch
All you waiting watching kick back and factor this
O maker ain't no coming after this
We the realist niggas coming from Atlanta streets
Yall thought Atlanta rap was all novelty, Where you was at?
I was sit N trenches trying to escape the poverty
Probably out sellin sacs, Or what?
Or probably trying figure out where the fk you and your sacs... At
And way before I was sellin sacs, What?
5th avenue, what were you doing?
I was on the avenue pitching quarters, taking orders
But now nigga the consumer, I'm a Zone 4 nigga I hit the yams up in my pum's
These nigga grew up with a silver spoon, I had to dust the vault
Had to learn to wiggle up had to get it up
Nigga playing cards in the hood, but I ain't playing
Hell I'll throw in ya hands if I had yall hands
Got niggas that will cut off their hands just to have my hands
I'm that nigga now, look at you, you doop dealin
100 percent legitimate yea, I'm doop dealing
My name O weight, I carry my own weight
Credits
Writer(s): Joe South
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