Yeah! (Radio) - Gucci Mane, Dorrough

It’s Gucci, Gucci

Big Gucci Mane

Ay, lets move the cams

Like yay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yay, yay, yeah

Yeah, Gucci, Gucci, know I bitch

Yay, yay, yay, yay, cakes, cakes, cakes

You want a nine?

He want it

A half?

He want it

A key?

He want it

Some P’s?

He want it

Movin' cakes, cakes, cakes, cakes, cakes, cakes

I’ll stop and go to case man, Gucci got the snakes man

Now I’m in the 6, I used to ride with verse man

Yellow Corvette, same color as your teeth is

Underneath the brush they don’t on my yellow rims

Hundred bricks, rushed them, straight to the G state

Then I got the motherfuckin' Philly ass cheesesteak

Bar grill and my grill look like the family grill

Got your bitch on three or four X pills

Hundred G’s, two hundred G’s, fuck a record deal

Two mil, three four mil, give me your record deal

I’m worth a couple mil in jewelry, a couple mil

And I don’t fuck around with Jimmy, nigga, think a nigga slipping

MAC 90, double clip, a banana, I’m bananas

I kill 'em when I hit 'em, I’m the young Tony Montana, bitch

In the middle of the EA, GA

Fifth ward?

no man I’m Zone 6 affiliated

Bouldercrest originated, cremated, the last way

Any nigga who tried me, burn one, blast one