[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Call me Gucci Mane when I’m on the stage with you
But call me Jesse James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci Guwop when I do a song with you
But don’t walk up on me homes, I ain’t finna blow no strong with you
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Call me Gucci Mane when I’m on the stage with you
But call me Jesse James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci Guwop when I do a song with you
But don’t walk up on me homes, I ain’t finna blow no strong with you
Got them young shooters with me they don't get along with you
If you ain’t get no money nigga what is wrong with you
And I can't turn you on, you must have the wrong picture
I'm in the VIP sippin' lean with this very long Swisher
I’m drinkin' promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture
If you knew that you wouldn't do that I swear you would not kiss her
Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin to tell on Guy Fisher
If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread
Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man you’re playing games with my bread
You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man
Call me Gucci Mane when I’m on the stage with you
But call me Jesse James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci Guwop when I do a song with you
But don’t walk up on me homes, I ain’t finna blow no strong with you
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Call me Gucci Mane when I’m on the stage with you
But call me Jesse James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci Guwop when I do a song with you
But don’t walk up on me homes, I ain’t finna blow no strong with you
Got them young shooters with me they don't get along with you
If you ain’t get no money nigga what is wrong with you
And I can't turn you on, you must have the wrong picture
I'm in the VIP sippin' lean with this very long Swisher
I’m drinkin' promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture
If you knew that you wouldn't do that I swear you would not kiss her
Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin to tell on Guy Fisher
If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread
Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man you’re playing games with my bread
You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man
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