Gunnin Gucci Mane

[Intro:]
Shootin' for it, gun, gunnin' for it
Guwop, so high, I could skydive
Shootin' for it, gun, gunnin' for it
Guwop

[Verse 1:]
I'm so high that I could skydive
I ain't wore Levi’s since '89
My tree-house like it's teatime
But tea time is lean time
So I'm rich, kiss my behind
My verse so hard, make you rewind
Got 8 artists, but meantime
Matter fact, naw, it's Thug and PeeWee time
Watches on, it's freeze time
Going in like PE time
Sell seashell, I got C4 and if I see a hater, then it pulls out
Fuck a bird and a bitch, I need a bird in the hand
Turn your bitch to a camel, make her walk through the sand
Jump on the plane with 10000 grams
Cookin' up dope, 10000 hands
Cookin' up dope, 10000 pans
I just fucked my 10000th fan
Got 10000, 10000 bands
Got so much money that I'm hurting my hand
Cut 'em off, I don't need you man
How you bite that hand that feed you man?
Like I feed that nigga, I bleed that nigga
I don't need that nigga, I bleach that nigga