4 Lifers Gucci Mane

[Intro: DJ Drama & Gucci Mane]
Ayy, Wop, let me give you your flowers
You know you gave life to the culture (Huh?)
Know they tried to give you life (Wop)
And you put your life on the line for this shit (Honorable C.N.O.T.E., go, go)
I got you for life, my nigga

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & DJ Drama]
Six-figure striker, two hundred titles (Yeah, huh)
I hit your idol, top off the Spider
Don't need a writer, know you a biter
DP to Metro, guess who the driver (It's Gucci, huh?)
Millions on millions, I'm clutchin' a rifle
I set the trend, now she diggin' my Nikes (Well, damn)
Pavé the Cuban, I'm Gucci so icy (Brr)
Mob in this bitch with a hundred for-lifers (DJ Drama)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Head on a thousand, I'm starting to like her
Tried to charge me a thousand, I dodged like a biker
Couple thousand gon' turn that lil' ho to a dyke
She eat out her buddy, I beat it like Mike (Yeah)
Richer than rich, I'm really the shit (Huh?)
I live in the mix, bigger than this
No, you can't get a kid, just eat on this dick
You lil' bitty bitch, I'm fuckin' your sis (Lil' bitty bitch)
Fresh as a bitch, check out the kicks
G-lock and a switch make you twist into Swiss
This Patek so icy, I can make her fizz
This one-of-one, bitch, I know they ain't on this (Brr)
Yeah, I might leave that bitch in my will (Yeah)
Yeah, two stones, a mil' in my ear (Huh, brr)
Yeah, no loan, no tab, no bill (Yeah, huh)
Yeah, ride the May' like an orange and peel (Skrrt)