Tell Me Nothing Gucci Mane (Ft. Young Scooter)

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Young Scooter]
Everyday is precious
Make everyday count
Its Wop
Like my nigga Scooter say
Count up! Turn up!
Stand up
It's East Atlanta's finest nigga
It's Guwop, turn up
Let's go!
Guwop yea yea yeaaaaaaa
Count Up
Yea yea yea yea yeaaaaaaaa

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Took my car to the babysitter cuz I had to drop my top off
Got babies, no babysitter
Hard nigga but I sell soft
Gucci Mane, I'm in the booth right now and me and Young Scooter bout to go off
And I smell like yo girlfriend mouth
I ain't even washed my dick off
Gucci Mane, I'm bouta lift off
It's the real Gucci, no rip-off
Don't get me mad, I get pissed off
And I just might bitch slap yo boss
I criss cross, not Rick Ross
I'm a mob boss of my clique boss
From the jailhouse to the penthouse
From the movin house to the roomin house