Head Shots Gucci Mane (Ft. Rick Ross)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I got them Robin jeans saggin' and I ain't even bragging
I gave the bitch 500 fuck it, I ain’t even crabby
Now I’m getting older rocking Gucci, Louie loafers
I still remember the first day that I ain’t have to serve smokers
You brought sand to the beach, I brought toast to the social
I gave your girlfriend an autographed Gucci Mane poster
It ain't no motherfucking secret, hell yeah I got shooters
I’m the plug to the plug, I’m a goddamn booster
You ain’t no mothafuckin’ gangsta, you’s a goddamn groupie
And you getting in my way ‘cause ya homegirl choosing
On my birthday, Gucci want a brand new Uzi
On my worst day, I’m worth 10 mil no jewelry

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Killers waiting in the bushes just to tie ya ass up
Gave my young nigga a dub and told him fire ya ass up
It seem like everywhere you go, somebody try yo ass up
I got real money nigga, I can buy my own luck
Headshots, headshots
All my young niggas aiming headshots
Headshots, headshots
Put a dub on your head, headshots
Headshots

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Your son called you a dead beat
Step on my feet nigga, you dead meat
I'm grinding up this ground beef
I think they just wanna surround me
Self made with a brick too
Nigga shoes dirty but the stick new
In the twelfth grade with a big crew
Now I’m well paid, I can flip you
Holding on to my dick, Michael Corleone, bitch
Head shot like Fredo, fuck nigga don’t flinch
The empire back, that empire back
I got some whip out in Fulton, my brick just keep bouncing back