Decapitated Gucci Mane

[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
I wanna thank God
For opportunity, success
Wealth and health

[Verse 1]
My daddy name Gucci, he the Gucci Mane (Gucci)
Honestly, he turned me on to the ice game (Brr, brr)
He fed the fam with three tops, that the con game
Well fuck you, who are you?
You ain't God mane (God)
I fell out with my right-hand man, he tried to top on me
I guess it's clear we ain't homies like I think we homies (Homie)
I'm at the top and I swear to God, it's really lonely (God)
But I'm not coming down, no stoopin' down, I keep it movin' (Go)
These young nigga's got no respect who make music (Lyrxo)
Broke ass nigga never can get used to it (No)
And the bottom of Sun Valley don't do it like the top do it (Top, top)
Bouldercrest we hear AK's more than church music (Grrat, grrat, grrat)

[Chorus]
In this car, horse on the car, with the top off it (Catch up)
Topless broads drivin' Gucci charger with no bra (Mwah)
Headshot dead in the bushes with his head off (Bow, bow, bow)
Dick cut off, throat slit, block knocked off (Woo, woo, woo)
Decapitated (Woo, woo)
Decapitated (Grrat, grrat, pow)
Decapitated (Bang, bow, God damn)
Decapitated (It's Gucci, brr)