Father’s Day Gucci Mane

[Intro]
Wop, brr
You are the mirror of my—
Wop

[Verse 1]
Rollin' like a mothafucka, high as a kite
Like a hooker in church, I'm sweatin' like a bitch
Lit like a wick, sharp as a tick
Don't slip on the drip, 10K on the kicks
Metro on my beat, Guwop from the East
So play if you want, get shot in the teeth
I cop new time pieces, a million at least
I cop 'em in threes, a million a piece (Well damn)
I'm jumpin' the list for the car that you wish
Deep-dish rims that I bought from the fish
My arm in the pot, I'm cookin' the dish
I'm workin' my move, I'm twistin' my wrist

[Chorus]
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave
But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day
But I was the one servin' all the J's
I was the one cookin' all the yay
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave
But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day
But I was the one servin' all the J's
I was the one cookin' all the yay (It's Gucci)