Do Em Wrong

He who plays with the boy
Should go and stay with the lord
Building all that confidence to talk shit
Then get destroyed
Can't just say anything to me
Probably might ring ya neck
Just out of ya lack of respect for a nigga
Might get you whacked
Then it's game over
My mob ties La Cosa Nostra
You ain't the guys
Pick yo shit up and slide
Don't get too close bruh
Or catch everything in this chamber
That's tucked in my holster
Gzus Haze this shit a banger
Let's drop for the culture
Had slight struggles
Life was a hustle
But I finally hit my jackpot
From trap fever to trapping and growing
Up off then back blocks
From a have not to he have knots
In every pocket of these purple label jeans
Guwop I'm super Gucci Mane
Snap crack jewelry bling
In the D my line did a Lil Pump
We the Gucci gang
From out west so when that roll on me
I got the oochie gang
Yea we go crazy shorty
Put that on baby shorty
Far from a goofy mane

Excuse me before I leave
Let me come get right back on yo ass
(Let get right back on yo ass, pause)
I got some shit right up my sleeve
Guaranteed to put you right back on yo ass
(Put you right back on yo ass boa)
Heart cold like I ain't gotta soul
Won't hesitate to do none of you niggas wrong
So excuse me before I leave
Let me come get right back on yo ass

Uh
Heyy
I set it off when it's time to get this paper
I'm so entangled with the hustle
Like Alsina and Jada
The block hot as August
In Jamaica
But till I meet my maker
I still got the will to get these dollas
Early mornings I promise
Feel like night of the living dead
I survived like Rick Grimes
Serving white to the living dead
Coke rhymes
One line can give sight to the vision less
Now that you seen my vision
Let's put aside these slight differences
I'm tryna make sure we have division less
I ain't never see you tryna fight
When was on division ten
You was tucking yo tail
Migo dem was upping them knifes
You was running back to yo cell
Telling lies to yo wife
Knowing God damn well
You ain't a pit you a poodle
Living somebody else life
Telling war stories at night
Cause really you stomach in yo back
And you just tryna borrow a noodle
Talking like they said they sent my money
I should've been had some new mail
But I knew too well

All I do is float on shit
That's why I'm fly as hell
Expand my name with blanco caine
I smell like YSL
I heard yo lil nigga got shot
You must wanna die as well
Then quit speaking on real niggas
Fore you arrive in hell
Not into goofy shit
Cruise the strip in my crucifix
Making plans to ball overseas
Like Sasha Vujačić
Don't worry bout what I'm doing
Just go get you a check
I seen't yo lil bitch
That's the same nigga off the mucinex
Yeah it's the god
Everything I do is royal
I'm cutting hoes off
Once they stupid or disloyal
I can't do shit wit you
And I can't do shit for you
Even my plants is ballin'
Champagne in they soil
I don't know the recipe
But I heard you just let it boil

Scurr
Excuse me before I leave
Let me come get right back on yo ass