Pop a Perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it) Pop two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank) I heard your bitch she got that water (Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash) Slippery, 'scuse me, please me (please) Arm up, or believe me, believe

Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane On a choppa rant I think I'm 'bout to lose it man In the trap still countin' change Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame What’s Gucci my nigga? What’s Louis my killa? I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep

Put the pounds in the trash can Gucci do the dishes, Don't nobody nobody fuck with my kitchen Bought a old school then I sat it on 6's How you cop it Gucci, plenty working in the kitchen How you cop it, how you get it, plenty working in the kitchen

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple CashMoneyAP It's

Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings) I broke so many hearts Hope it's no hard feelings Southside on the track, yeah Evil Genius Gucci season Brrr! Brrr! Haha Guwop, wizop

Took a shot of D'usse now I'm missing my woe Got money for bail I won't stay in jail Always stay on 10 like the 6 and the 4 I still can't believe he won't be hitting my phone And I said one time, one time for the real ones (for the real ones) Why they

Hungover in a hotel room Gucci falling on the floor with the lights down low Dancing in the dark, body killing me Throwing off sparks Lay it back baby, anything goes Spent the whole night last night all messed up, making love Girl, I swear I've never

Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you Aw yeah, it's enormous It's enormous (yeah) It's enormous (enormous, yeah) It's enormous (yeah, yeah) It's enormous Ace of Spades, Onyx Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah I know soul, soul

But I was the one servin' all the J's I fathered the style, gave you all the wave But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day I was the one cookin' all the yay I was the one cookin' all the yay (it's Gucci) I fathered the style, gave you all the wave (day)

When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda Count the money over, and feed the junky