Burr - Gucci Mane, DJ Drama

So much Ice, I should have brought my fur

After the club I might leave with her

Go tell your jewelery man to step it up

Cause man your stones ain’t bright enough

Rappers think Gucci Mane should lighten up

Club night we be lighting up

Ten thousand dime pieces lining up

And all they say is «boy you blinding us»

My money growing like a chia pet, ch-ch-ch-chia

And my ears like a quarter mil, is you for real?

And my lamb is like a shark with gills, look at the rims

And my beamer coupe got spinning wheels, like they on pills

I put sixes on my old school and my Rolls Royce

Swear to god Drumma Boy I only drove that bitch once

Gucci, ball players where Gucci live, that’s how we chill

My back yard big as a baseball field, That’s 'fore the deal

My pocket full of old big head white dudes

Because I get forty thou just to walk through

Schedule booked up now I can’t make room

Pissy jewelery like my jeweler got it from the rest room

You niggas in the hood mad because I got cash

Probably because I ride past fast (pending)

Jumping out the back of the phantom like damn

Don’t I look so motherfucking handsome, mam?

Man fuck Gucci, So Icy ain’t a movement

So Icy ain’t a movement?

is you stupid?

Cupid shoot arrows, I shoot double barrels

Retarded ass diamond watch like Little Darryl

A nigga named Harold, who used to go to

Was found back seat of a jaguar

Homie hit a lick, 30 bricks bought a camaro

It’s Gucci Mane La Flare, Just like my apparel

It ain’t legal, search and seizure, get away from vehicle

Believe, I be smoking reefer, I don’t be legal

I bequeath me unto my sea, you know I’m a G

She petite but she such a freak, tear down the boutique

We discreet, we rack up with, damn I’m such a thief

Meet your girlfriend, soon as you wink take her out to eat

Can’t compete, say she incomplete, so she fucking me

The elite, Gucci Mane The G, Drumma on the beat

Wouldn’t believe what you can achieve, then just look at me

Hope my life a living testimony, Gucci