I’m Gudda Gudda Gudda (Ft. 2 Chainz & T-Streets)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda
I’m Gudda, Gudda
I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda
I got high the rest of all
Yeah, I got that bottle
I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda
I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda
I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda
Got high the rest of all
Yeah, I got that bottle

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Gudda, pocket full of paper
Back on my garage and try to do something to my neighbors
Pour duce up to the big race, money got me with a big hand
I’m too good, I’m for life, until I’m laying in a ditch day
Pistol in my jeans, don’t make me point it at your big head
Most you niggas is bitch made, my guns look like in 5th grade
I guess to it, I just do it, last track and I just abused it
20-20 vision, I see money and I get to it
20 care in my livers, Imma blow it all at the dice game
Can’t take it with me when I die, that’s why I’m just living my life, man
Wood grain on my steering wheel, pinky ring on my right hand
Twenty thou’ my closet and my pistol on my night stand, I’m Gudda