Gucci Mane

Texty písní Alba

God's Witness

(Verse)

Born legendary on the 12th of February

Big fat rich nigga, call me frigerator Perry

If I piss on your head then call it rain, do you believe it?

And the girls are freakin, I’mma lick it, I can’t keep a secret

40 thou, chillin out, all of my pasta be the mattress

Look at me now, iced out, damn, I can fuckin aks

40 thou fo a brick, now and let’s not even tax it

Turn my spot, to a lean house, all I drink is actin this

And I ain’t even gotta flex to you bitch, I’m rich

Got the whole wide world shorty on my dick

Go tell yo hot mouth ho she can suck my dick

I blow my nose with money ho, I’m snot nose rich

60’s on my charges so I’m dodging potholes ho

Yo nigga lost cuz he got on that Mavada watch

And spill the sauce, bitch it ain’t a car that I ain’t got

Yo nigga lost it but Gucci bout to lose his top

She found it sexy that every problem I gotta address it

These niggas flexin, I pistol whip the boy the boy that bring the message

Police interrogate, layin fuckin shit, am I arrested?

They not gon let me go cuz bitch I got a show in Texas

Black nigga but I gotta stand like I’m Mexican

And hit yo next to kin if I don’t have my Benjamins

Pop 2 mollies and it boosted my adrenaline

And yo baby momma say my nuts taste like cinnamon

(Hook)

I pull up in the Bentley and I get they out the business

Tack the trailer follow me, just nigga come and get it

Nigga you know all the cash I made on my 20

God can be my witness, I’m a real trap nigga

Pull up in the Bentley and I get they out the business

I’m servin by myself cuz I don’t need no co-defendant

Head count the money lost, counted 5-60

Cartel wanna clip me cuz I intercept the shipment

(Verse)

I’ve been sendin those since a lil boy, I ain’t have no trust

2 man operation but I ain’t have no voice

I ain’t have no Rolls Royce and I ain’t have no Porsche

But if you steppin me out for these ones then yo ass gon get dropped son

Apologize to yo granddaddy cuz I beat up yo grandson

I’ve been jumpin out of that band boy cuz I owe cash to the landlord

Say I whip the nigga with a pool stick, man Gucci Mane is no poor short

All this down to center, my chairs baby

They turned me into a cold heart

You can jump in front of these bullies and act like you a Braveheart

Quick ticket to the graveyard, playin hard but you faint heart

You with the one, bust the great boys, my kidnappers rape boys

No discrete sensei boys, suggest you open that safe boy

You’re on me since the 3rd nigga and you don’t know it’s the 8 months

Like how yo blood taste boy, cuz you lyin to me in my face boy

Your dad say you’re a disgrace, mistakin the first place

Glock 40 on my waist, and I took the pistol on the first date

(Hook x2)