Publicity Stunt - Gucci Mane

These rappers be pussy, they bleed once a month

Don’t speak on my name, don’t get put in a blunt

You can diss all you want, still won’t get a response (Grrah)

It’s still «Free the gang» 'til they get out the junk (Slam)

Stop beatin' 'round the bush and just to the point (Slam)

You wanna be me, I know what you want

But you ain’t gotta pull no publicity stunt (Nah)

Live my gun then you die by the gun (Grrah)

Ain’t gotta care 'bout the shit that I done

My nigga got bun and he went on the run (Go)

Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk in the front (Dawg)

Droppin' the ceilin', I’m thinkin' a dawg

Kill for a livin' and murder for fun (Grrah)

We ain’t 'bout to pull no publicity stunt (No)

Nah, we ain’t 'bout to pull no publicity stunt

Why you diss me for publicity nigga?

Is you in the streets or a industry nigga?

Is you my fan or my enemy, nigga?

My money too long to be kiddin' with niggas

I beat it with niggas, play talk on the the bought one

Nigga done think he got stabbed runnin' up

Say he my opp, but try dappin' me up

Give a round of applause, 'cause we clappin' him up

Trappers are us, come in traffic with us

Gon' finesse on your bitch, go to Texas with us

Say we the reason the prices went up

I ran off on the plug and I doubled it up

These old niggas just don’t know when to shut up

Better call yourself luck if you walk on a crutch

I got long arms, I can reach out and touch you

We got them singers, they send off the rest you

Ain’t no disputin', I kill like I’m Putin

Got a trunk full of shooters, I move like I’m Trump

Soldiers stand up for me like I’m Obama

Try go get some gas and got killed at the pump

Say you got hits, but look, you in the slumps

Say that you rich, but you live in the dumps

My Chico retarded, a switch on the pump

Tell him shoot when he open, he say he wanna dump

He’s tryna pull a publicity stunt

These rappers be pussy, they bleed once a month

Don’t speak on my name, don’t get put in a blunt

You can diss all you want, still won’t get a response

It’s still «Free the gang» 'til they get out the junk

Stop beatin' 'round the bush and just to the point

You wanna be me, I know what you want

But you ain’t gotta pull no publicity stunt

Live my gun then you die by the gun

Ain’t gotta care 'bout the shit I done done

My nigga got bun and he went on the run

Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk in the front

Droppin' the ceilin', I’m thinkin' a dawg

Kill for a livin' and murder for fun

We ain’t 'bout to pull no publicity stunt

Nah, we ain’t 'bout to pull no publicity stunt

It’s «Free Pooh and Foo» 'til it’s backwards, you bastards

Why you side goons?

I don’t fuck with these rappers

Most claim that they real, but they know they some cappers

I take a trap and I make 'em go platinum

Fuck makin' excuses, I’m makin' it happen

I put that shit on, and spend 10K on fashion

Trick on the bitch like Robert Kardashian

Makin' more money than you can imagine

When you caught lackin', that’s when they attackin'

Thought I was splurgin', didn’t know I was stackin'

Why didn’t go jury?

They said I was trackin'

She gave me head and I gave her a rack

It came out his mouth, now he can’t take it back

Watch what you say, who you callin' a rat

These niggas spread gossip then call it a fact

'Fore we give a statement, we’ll lay on the mat

Free all the soldiers who never roll over

Who fight for their life, gotta sleep with a knife

Dawg went to trial and they gave him a life

But he won his appeal, now he covered in ice

Young nigga mixin' codeine with the Sprite

He gon' bust you, gon' sign it and give you three hundred likes

Stuck a deal, she steppin' for stripes

And give back to the hood, I bought three hundred bikes

He’s tryna pull a publicity stunt

These rappers be pussy, they bleed once a month

Don’t speak on my name, don’t get put in a blunt

You can diss all you want, still won’t get a response

It’s still «Free the gang» 'til they get out the junk

Stop beatin' 'round the bush and just to the point

You wanna be me, I know what you want

But you ain’t gotta pull no publicity stunt

Live my gun then you die by the gun

Ain’t gotta care 'bout the shit I done done

My nigga got bun and he went on the run

Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk in the front

Droppin' the ceilin', I’m thinkin' a dawg

Kill for a livin' and murder for fun

We ain’t 'bout to pull no publicity stunt

Nah, we ain’t 'bout to pull no publicity stunt

I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006

I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006

I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006

I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006

Well damn