Get Lost Gucci Mane (Ft. Birdman)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord fake niggas he keep
But if I shall die before I wake
I pray to Lord real niggas he take

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a bitch to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Me and my top beefin
So I don’t really wanna see him
They call me Gucci Mane la Flare, nigga
And all the kids wanna be him
I told that girl to get lost
Cuz I don’t even like to argue
All this money that I’m makin
They think I’m playing for the Chargers
My jewelery game is retarded
My car game is exotic
The inside my Maserati
Cuz look like hen in the hypnotic
I’m runnin from the paparazzi
But I’m in the Lamborghini
They call me Gucci Debiase
I think I’m fucking Liberace