Gucci Mane- Me And My Niggas Lyrics
Me and my niggas we like brothers, talkin bout hustle down for each otha
We ain’t tussle touch or tongue wrestle wit a nigga, we gone buss em off da muhfuckin muscle
[x2]
[Verse 1:]
You see can't catch meeee, gucci mane ain’t runnin and i heard dey got pounds of weed
Got everythang you need from da X to da hard or soft nigga get served if you shop wit me
Got a team of cut throat niggas bout kickin doors clean off, when dey get dat word from me
Nigga please and my clique see 1 brick a piece den you gone get burnt to da third degree
Gotta two-twenty-three shootin bullets on da dot, a nigga finna get found by da birds and trees
Get ya ass dropped down on, by a nigga wit grill sayin get down on yo hands and knees
Give a fuck what anotha nigga got, who he shot, just long as da nigga don’t fuck wit me
Ain’t neva been a nigga trickin bucks just to fuck, cuz a slut catch a real nigga nut for free
Catch me on da streets of da southeast, gold grill and a million dolla mouthpiece
Deres a lot of hatin shit said about me, cuz I’m ridin twenty threes on a grand prix
Bitch check my family tree, ain’t nun but G’s, ain’t no pussy nigga finna handle me
You can try and see, I bet you D-I-E, cuz love bussin shots out randomly
Have you lookin at da eyes of a dead body, grab a choppa come back shoot errbody
Give a fuck what ya homeboi say about it, ain’t a muhfuckin secret I’m dead rowdy
I remember when I first start trappin, talkin sun valley tryna make shit happen
Sellin reefa dude, tryna make a lil loot, you can ask D and coop cuz dey seen me in action
Me and my niggas we like brothers, talkin bout hustle down for each otha
We ain’t tussle touch or tongue wrestle wit a nigga, we gone buss em off da muhfuckin muscle
[x2]
Me and my niggas we like brothers, talkin bout hustle down for each otha
We ain’t tussle touch or tongue wrestle wit a nigga, we gone buss em off da muhfuckin muscle
[x2]
[Verse 1:]
You see can't catch meeee, gucci mane ain’t runnin and i heard dey got pounds of weed
Got everythang you need from da X to da hard or soft nigga get served if you shop wit me
Got a team of cut throat niggas bout kickin doors clean off, when dey get dat word from me
Nigga please and my clique see 1 brick a piece den you gone get burnt to da third degree
Gotta two-twenty-three shootin bullets on da dot, a nigga finna get found by da birds and trees
Get ya ass dropped down on, by a nigga wit grill sayin get down on yo hands and knees
Give a fuck what anotha nigga got, who he shot, just long as da nigga don’t fuck wit me
Ain’t neva been a nigga trickin bucks just to fuck, cuz a slut catch a real nigga nut for free
Catch me on da streets of da southeast, gold grill and a million dolla mouthpiece
Deres a lot of hatin shit said about me, cuz I’m ridin twenty threes on a grand prix
Bitch check my family tree, ain’t nun but G’s, ain’t no pussy nigga finna handle me
You can try and see, I bet you D-I-E, cuz love bussin shots out randomly
Have you lookin at da eyes of a dead body, grab a choppa come back shoot errbody
Give a fuck what ya homeboi say about it, ain’t a muhfuckin secret I’m dead rowdy
I remember when I first start trappin, talkin sun valley tryna make shit happen
Sellin reefa dude, tryna make a lil loot, you can ask D and coop cuz dey seen me in action
Me and my niggas we like brothers, talkin bout hustle down for each otha
We ain’t tussle touch or tongue wrestle wit a nigga, we gone buss em off da muhfuckin muscle
[x2]
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