Mouth Full of Golds Gucci Mane (Ft. Birdman)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(Drumma Boy)
It's Gucci 2 Time
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Please pardon me, but I'm passin' gas
To my entourage, no gas masks (Gas)
I'm in my old school with the Georgia tag
With my Georgia ass and my red flag
I'm G'd up from the feet up
In my black van with my feet up
And the blinds down and the beat up
Short bad bitch with the seat up
You know me, from the old me
On Jump Street with the straight D
I was low-key at HB
Now I'm 3D, come face me
I went toe to toe with the best of 'em
I bust shots at the rest of 'em
Don't test me, no tester
I rape you, like Chester
I'm a rich-ass nigga, you a bitch-ass nigga
You a cornball ball, so snitch-ass nigga
Went up to the game, felt sick to the fame
Run up on me, in a ditch quick, nigga
I'ma tell you twice 'cause I'm Gucci 2 Time
Fuck your clique and fuck your wife
If you got drama, nigga, you can meet me outside
Get your head bust wide for your old man pride, it's Gucci