Backwards Gucci Mane (Ft. Meek Mill)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Zaytoven
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci (Yeah)
Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the (Wop)
Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci, Guwop and the Gucci (Wop)
(Hah, it's Gucci)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
God keep coverin' me with drip, I think he tryna smother me (On God)
They stopped me at the border, had too many felonies
I'm splashin', I ain't even drippin' (Splashin')
Laughin', I ain't even trippin' (Haha)
I'm crashin', I ain't even dissin' (Crash)
Heard you drop some', I ain't even listen
No one realer, triller, street gorilla
I pull up like Chauncey Billups
Nigga don't gas me, I don't need a fill up
Pick her up and make her suck my dick 'til she hiccup
Wop lookin' slim like a bicycle rim
But his bank obese, and the pockets on chubby
He'll play head coach just like Lovie
Thuggin' in public, these hoes love it
I double and triple, quadruple your budget
Baseball money like David Justice (Money)
Whole load sold, I ain't even touched it
Underarm kush, damn, the room so musty
Most of you rappers all style, no substance
Big old rocks on, they disgust me (Burr)
Niggas talk but never touch me (Nah)
Broke haters can't tell me nothin'