3 Extra Gucci Mane

[Intro]
Huh, yeah, yeah
Its Guwop
Yeah, Guwop
Trap God
Textin, smokin' and flexin' at the same time (Brr)
Huh, its Guwop (Its Guwop)
Pick ya weapon, nigga
AR-15, Mac-11, nigga

[Verse 1]
I if you a Blood got beef with Guwop I wouldn't wanna be ya
If you a Crip got problems with me I wouldn't wanna see ya
LV's all over me, no Vice Lord though I Louis V up
Big up to Jeezy but the twelve disciples they betrayed Jesus
RIP to MLK he was a born leader
Malcolm X, Mandela, them my damn people
Its a revolution second graders smokin' reefer
And killin' people, God, deliver me from evil
My momma told me in the county jail in visitation
That she's not sad I took a life she's happy that I made it
I buried the trash they threw at me and now its my buried treasure
And every hurdle in life I leap, it make me more successful (Wop)

[Chorus]
Life so stressful, niggas they gone test ya
So Icey and you can't make a diamond without pressure
Just to wake up and breath, man I'm blessed for
I used to pay my momma rent with the extras
Dope man, bitch want a bag I got extras
Don't measure lean pour up, and don't measure
Dope man burry a mill, its buried treasure
Extra extra read about it, bitch I'm in the paper