Wow The Game (Ft. Gucci Mane)

[Verse 1: The Game]
My car, my bitch nigga, everything major
My niggas they shoot like Indiana Pacers
Indiana Hoosiers don’t get marked by the laser
Wet your fucking team up, meaning hollows will bathe ya
Red phantom pink slip, everything paid for
Black 24’s lips fatter than Fantasia's
Had a bitch from Asia, put her up on the chronic
And her name Soo Woo, isn’t it ironic?
My bars Grey Goose and tonic, and when I vomit
Respect me like Mohamed, but nigga I’m not Islamic
All about my profit, angel in the cockpit
Devil in the rearview, heaven’s the only option
Angel on the hood like Reverend Run's crooks
Today I’m feeling good riding in his holy ghost
Hate me like I’m God's son, wanna see me deceased?
Break the 6th commandment if you run up on this Jesus piece

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Wow
My whip like wow, my wrist like chick like neck iced out
My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now
You cry and say ow, cause my gun go pow

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Balling, like Amar'e
I’m not an athlete but it’s a track meet
I’m on a great run, the world love me
Some love to hate me, it’s all gravy
I'm so icy, so punch your brakes nigga
Ice cream on my face, it ain’t your face nigga
I’m on my grind constant, yeah my grind constant
While you cross counties, we cross continents
Yellow diamonds on my wrist it's looking like a omelette
I’m not a bumpkin, my trap bunkin'
I got onions, squares for you
Powerful goons, prepared for you
So what the move blood, I'm tattood up
I’m a straight thug, I keep a coke plug
So what the move blood, I'm tattood up
I’m a straight thug, I keep a coke plug