Hell Night Nissan Playa

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Bout lettin' that choppa go, we ain’t got none in common
I hate snitches, I like bitches, but I'm so in love with money
Had to cut some of my kinfolks off, they didn't keep it one hundred
If I said it, then I done it, fuck that fake love, I don’t want it
Time to renegotiate my contract, bitch, I feel like Andre Drummond
I'ma throw a half a mil' on Instagram lookin' like I play on Sundays
You just chick who suck my dick
Ni-ni-nissan player, p-p-player
Miss Lady, you're not the other woman
Fuck that friendship that's platonic, I need a friend that keeps me cumming
Touch down in-

[Verse: Gucci Mane]
Stadium like I play, all my kinfolks call me Ray
Then my grandad look at me, like, "I'm so damn glad you lit"
Mind your jury, lookin' aluminum
Why’s it dull, what did you do to them
I’m gettin' fucked, pockets on stuffed
Dressin’ like a plug, yeah I stay jerked up
Nah we down, picked 'em up
Salt me down, yeah fuck me up
Too turnt up, too turnt up
Knocked me down, but I picked them up
Salt me down, salt me down
Yeah they salt me down, but I turnt them up
But I'm too turnt up , I'm so up, up, up, up, up, wop