Parking Lot Gucci Mane (Ft. Snoop Dogg)

[Intro: DJ Holiday]
You know the voice, you know the name nigga
DJ Holiday, Commission god, mixtape king, whatever you want to call me nigga
Just don't call me broke, I made a million off verbs and nouns
Yall know what the fuck man this nigga gon do when he get back

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
All red Bentley with the shoes, what you lil' boys got to prove
Jimmy Choo belt bag and boots, and my glasses Jimmy Choo
Y'all young boys y'all better move, Gucci Mane got shooters too
Crayons how my diamonds do, and I'm sittin' on 22's
Smokin' like Snoop Lion, I'm not lyin', man we fuck with Snoop
Higher than a giant, I'm not lyin', Pee Wee past the booth
I treat this dough like food, I hula-hoop producer cut the soup
I got mad at the world so I said fuck the world and fuck the room
I cross the country, Jamal Crawford cross you over alley-oop
A private plane with Gucci Mane, these hoes high as the altitude
RIP to Eazy-E cause them boys was my favorite crew
RIP to Pimp C, cause UGK still my favorite group

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Hi my name is Gucci, AKA its Big Guwop
I'm a heavy drinker, yeah I drink codeine a lot
I'm a heavy smoker, yeah I pile green a lot
Yeah I like to gamble, I be out in Liv a lot
I just wanna ball, I be in the mall a lot
I just wanna stunt, I just killed the parking lot
Ball, ballin', ball, I just wanna stunt a lot
I just kept the mall, I shed down the parking lot