Hi-Five Gucci Mane

[Intro]
Burrrr, Metro
Wop, hah
It's big Gucci, catch up
Metro, Wizop
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm 'gon shoot you

[Verse 1]
I put eight mill' in my crib to inspire ya
When you worth like twenty mill', the kids admire ya
When your rap sheet look like mine, no one will hire ya
But when you sign yourself like I did, they can't fire ya
You want your club so loud then put me on the flier (it's Gucci)
I'm on fire like Richard Pryor, my price gettin' higher
How you gon' take my title, drivin' a car without a title?
I'm whippin' through rush hour Charlotte traffic in a Spyder
Slide up on ya bitch like a race car driver
Dive off in that pussy like a deep sea diver
Niggas from my hood know me from cheap, cheap powder
But niggas on your block say you's a real weak coward

[Chorus]
High five, low five
I left them niggas hangin', they get no five
Gucci Mane, they say that I got nine lives
Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides
High five, low five
I left them bitches hangin', they get no five
Gucci Mane, they say that I got nine lives
Come go to Gucci World, cause I got nine rides