Made It (Outro) Gucci Mane

[Intro]
Huh, Ziggy (Ziggy)
Zay, Gucci
Zaytoven

[Verse 1]
I'm the definition of a rich trap nigga
Ex-Con, drug don, certified killa
Young nigga trapping for them new Lebrons nigga
I was trafficking and passing bricks like I'm Lebron nigga
Steph Curry pound of kush under my armor nigga
Arm and hammer Gucci cook it right in front of niggas
Everybody bosses really they just runners nigga
On YSL designer down I drip like gunna nigga
Have you been so broke you had to serve a pregnant lady
Feeding crack rock to a baby and you really just a baby
The shit I seen in Sun Valley drive a nigga crazy
I drunk so many pints I damn near drove my mama crazy

[Interlude]
This shit crazy
I'm crazy
Life crazy
They say my wife crazy
I'm marrying a killer
This ain't rock bottom
Can't go anywhere but up
It's Gucci, ha
I walk in the bank they say
"Hey, Mr. Davis, how may I assist you?" (Huh?)
It's Gucci, yeah
It's Wizop (Go)