Internet Chatter Gucci Mane

[Intro]
Had to take a breath of fresh air
Murda, Guwop
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)

[Verse 1]
Only two choices you got, dead or in prison (Huh?)
That's what my folks told me, but I still didn't listen
Everything gravy 'til them folks start snitchin'
You can't stand the heat, then get your ass out the kitchen
These rappers go broke and have to do a dummy mission
Don't be a crash dummy and go out like Frenchie (Well, damn)
Every day ain't promised, the trap ain't got no pension
It must be fentanyl because he can't stop twitchin' (Wow)
She talk too much, the bitch won't stop bitchin' (Bitch)
I seen a nigga in Terry hood and the boy turned Christian (Wеll, damn)
These niggas be hoеs and get treated just like some bitches
How niggas gettin' extorted when y'all niggas got switches? (How?)

[Chorus]
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (No)
I'ma make the haters get madder (Get mad)
Lately, my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter (Gettin' fat, fat, fat)
And lately, to me, that's all that matter (All that)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (Naw)
I'ma make the haters get madder (Get mad)
Lately, my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter (Gettin' fat, fat, fat)
And lately, to me, that's all that matter (Go)