Still Remember Gucci Mane (Ft. Pooh Shiesty)

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Lil Yachty]
1209 Squeeze (Hah)
30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga
(Yah, yah, yah, yah)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I had to laugh (Go), it kept me from cryin' (Go)
Said it was all good, but I was lyin' (Lyin')
Stood on my ten and I did my time (My ten)
I done seen all these niggas switch sides (Yeah)
I know what's up with these guys (What's up with these guys?)
They hate in disguise, dick ridin's at an all-time high (Ridin')
Just by the watches I buy and the jets that I fly (Brr)
Like I'm up, like I'm stuck in the sky (Woo)
I came up robbin', starvin', Sun Valley 'partments
Copped the MARTA with some pennies (Yeah)
Handled my business, I swear that I hustled relentless
Bipolar from all of the killings (Blam)
Dope I was whippin', Ma tried to whip me (Skrrt)
She gave me a fifty for Christmas (Mama), I flipped it (Huh?)
Still can't forget it, wearin' my brother's clothes I couldn't fit in (My bro)
We still got evicted (Damn)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Car was so raggedy, it was embarrassin'
It was impairin', I'm blamin' my parents
Rode on Macleans before the McLaren (Macleans)
I had them starin' all down Maynard Terrace (Skrrt, skrrt)
Did it myself, ain't no blemish on my rep (Did it myself)
You can come see for yourself (Pow)
Watch where you step, mumblin' under your breath
I'll hold a grudge 'til the death
Come by myself, I don't need nobody help (Nobody help)
I'll blaze you up like I'm chef (I don't need nobody help)
Shoot 'til it emp' (Bow-bow-bow-bow), I shoot a hundred like Wilt
You keep a 30 like Steph
You better dip, mask on my face like I'm Rip
Cash cover me like a quilt (Rippy)
I come equipped, blue tips inside of my clip
You'd think my gun was a Crip (Flippa)
Drive-by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle
Killers pullin' up in all kinds (Bow)
Fourteen, fifteen, twelve-years-old
Young nigga slangin' iron at nine (Well, damn)
Young nigga stackin' it proud, trappin' it loud
He threw a stack in the crowd
I say they jackin' my style, crackin' a smile (Hahaha)
But I ain't sold crack in a while (Skrrt, skrrt)
I got a biblical past (Huh?), digital dash
Scale with a digital dial (Skippy)
Really put dope in the vial (Really), hid work in the towel
I put that shit on the Bible
Servin' my cous' outta town (Go, tree)
They said I was devilish 'cause I wouldn't go to revival (Tree)
Gucci Mane talk of the town
Now (Tree), when I touch down, I'm sellin' a brick on arrival (Sorry)