Trap Talk Gucci Mane

[Intro]
Yeah, my check
Yeah
Gucci

[Verse 1]
Started out with blood money
50k in drugs on me
Drop Chevy, put thugs on me
Just pulled up in the club homey
We just put my thugs on it
Homeboy getting his mug on
Hey, I wanna get my buzz on
Fuck around, I'll put my gloves on
Say no robbin', how I eat
B.C 32, that's my street
Brick Squad runners ten million deep
I'm trying to sell ten billion ki's
Fuck what a bitch boy say to me
AK 'n AR stay with' me
Mac 99 not far away my dogs don't even play with me
In my apartment, 80 a piece
Stack a piece, 80 G's
Old school donk parked right out front
Off set shots, 73
You say he's a trapper, please
I hang around with a gang of thieves
They probably charge 200 G's then sell your ass a sack of leaves
Gucci Mane, fuck Uncle Sam
Dead drunk like my Uncle Coke
Touch my brother Duke and I'll cock and shoot or cut your throat
Gucci Mane, fuck Uncle Sam
Dead drunk like my Uncle Coke
Fuck around, touch my brother Duke and I'll cock and shoot or cut your throat