Do It
What it do
It's Gucci
Shout a little blue. See the coal, man. What's happening?
Shout out to DSA, man
My boy scouts. Shout, motherfuckers! Eighth and ninth Street. Boom! Hey, Woodlawn, old man. You still not a stand up man?
The one and only Gucci mane
Get my jacket. You know what it is
.it's Gucci Ah! Ah!
Wait right there
Work your heel
Singback. Hell!
All right, stand back
Catch them stamps!
Hit that floor!
Bring that back
Gucci. Gucci. I say what's up?
They real. Do you marvel?
Cause you look 2008
Tapping out 2008. Paper tackling shawty straight
I tap her on her birthday. She did two triple taps. Why?
Cause my chain is big. Bigger than a dinner plate
I'm Gucci mane, la Fleur. But they call me three a day
I put three bitches a day. And I won't give these hoes a break
In my lamb. Or a Chevy with a cabbage to me
Chat town. East Atlanta and my motherfucking bank
Got my flying squadron altogether. You ain't never seen
Call me Gucci Mane, La Fleur or call me Gucci Mane
Got my crown. Hold up, pants on. And holding down the drink
Call me Gucci Mane. La Fleur I call it Gucci Mane
The jay jay
Ah, ah. Wait right there
Work. Don't hit him
Slain at Halle. Oh, it's that bad
Get them stacks
Hit that Go!
Bring that back
Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah
It's Gucci
Shout a little blue. See the coal, man. What's happening?
Shout out to DSA, man
My boy scouts. Shout, motherfuckers! Eighth and ninth Street. Boom! Hey, Woodlawn, old man. You still not a stand up man?
The one and only Gucci mane
Get my jacket. You know what it is
.it's Gucci Ah! Ah!
Wait right there
Work your heel
Singback. Hell!
All right, stand back
Catch them stamps!
Hit that floor!
Bring that back
Gucci. Gucci. I say what's up?
They real. Do you marvel?
Cause you look 2008
Tapping out 2008. Paper tackling shawty straight
I tap her on her birthday. She did two triple taps. Why?
Cause my chain is big. Bigger than a dinner plate
I'm Gucci mane, la Fleur. But they call me three a day
I put three bitches a day. And I won't give these hoes a break
In my lamb. Or a Chevy with a cabbage to me
Chat town. East Atlanta and my motherfucking bank
Got my flying squadron altogether. You ain't never seen
Call me Gucci Mane, La Fleur or call me Gucci Mane
Got my crown. Hold up, pants on. And holding down the drink
Call me Gucci Mane. La Fleur I call it Gucci Mane
The jay jay
Ah, ah. Wait right there
Work. Don't hit him
Slain at Halle. Oh, it's that bad
Get them stacks
Hit that Go!
Bring that back
Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah
Credits
Writer(s): Steven L. Russell, Damon E. Thomas, Durrell Babbs, Eric D. Dawkins, Omari Ishmale Grandberry, Antonio Lamar Dixon, Harvey Jay Mason
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