[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Wop (Wop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, go
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
They say that I'm a clone, I’m not a human being (Well damn)
'Cause I can go numb and mute all my human feelings (Huh?)
Got a murder on my belt, it's holdin’ up my denim (It's Gucci)
I'm keepin' the feds out my biz', you tryna put 'em in 'em (Racks)
You say you wanna square off, well, fuck it, square off (Well damn)
Choppa knock ya hair off, it turned ya bare off (Brr)
I pray my haters get Corona', stop that coughin’ on me (Yeah)
The last nigga ran up on me, in a coffin, homie (Damn)
I know the feds listen to me, they my competition
Couldn’t beat me fair and square, so they recruited snitches (You snitchеs)
Put ya homie in the ICU, he needed stitches
Ya actin' gangster, but deep down, ya know y’all really bitches (Pussy)
I make it snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry (Skrrt)
They say I did it, I'm so rich, I still crank up the jury (Yeah)
They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I coulda retired early thirty (Woo)
Ran through like thirty million dollars in my early thirties (Huh?)
I rep the 6 like Julius Erving, showtime like Sam Perkins (Wow)
These bitches eatin' these Percocets like they Boston Baked Beans (Wow)
Somebody pinch him 'cause he tryna be me, it’s a dream (It's Gucci)
Wop (Wop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, go
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
They say that I'm a clone, I’m not a human being (Well damn)
'Cause I can go numb and mute all my human feelings (Huh?)
Got a murder on my belt, it's holdin’ up my denim (It's Gucci)
I'm keepin' the feds out my biz', you tryna put 'em in 'em (Racks)
You say you wanna square off, well, fuck it, square off (Well damn)
Choppa knock ya hair off, it turned ya bare off (Brr)
I pray my haters get Corona', stop that coughin’ on me (Yeah)
The last nigga ran up on me, in a coffin, homie (Damn)
I know the feds listen to me, they my competition
Couldn’t beat me fair and square, so they recruited snitches (You snitchеs)
Put ya homie in the ICU, he needed stitches
Ya actin' gangster, but deep down, ya know y’all really bitches (Pussy)
I make it snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry (Skrrt)
They say I did it, I'm so rich, I still crank up the jury (Yeah)
They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I coulda retired early thirty (Woo)
Ran through like thirty million dollars in my early thirties (Huh?)
I rep the 6 like Julius Erving, showtime like Sam Perkins (Wow)
These bitches eatin' these Percocets like they Boston Baked Beans (Wow)
Somebody pinch him 'cause he tryna be me, it’s a dream (It's Gucci)
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