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

I been hangin' with the dead people I been drinkin' syrup since Denny's Gotta keep it on me, niggas schemin' Right pocket full of dead people All my pockets full of dead people I done fell in love with dead people I'mma handle business S600 big body and

If there's beef cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get

Young nigga, young nigga Get the money, young nigga Young nigga, just a young nigga Get your money, young nigga Strippers in the club and my cups half empty Ride with my niggas cause my niggas understand me Still on Plan A, pussy niggas on Plan B Right

Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Uh, what, what, uh My man put me up for the

Niggas done started something If you love the money, then prepare to die for it You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers New York

I want you all to myself Your body is turning me reckless Ooh baby, you're making me selfish You make me, you make me It's just I like it more when the party ends You make me selfish I don't mind you hanging with your friends So we can turn the lights

I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Shout out, but I fucked that nigga bitch Niggas iffy, uh, blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum

I ain't living with the ghost No future living in the past Tomorrow wasn't built to last How can I scream, I'm scared to breathe I wrote each word, you gave the toast But we were fire and gasoline Marry me to the blue sky Bury me in that long last drop

You know I've been down for a minute And I've been tryna make my way home My way home, my way home And I done got way, way, way strong But I be on my way home I've been rollin' with 'em hitters And niggas wanna rob me, she wanna rob me My nigga, I've