Poltergeist Lyrics

(Holiday Season, ay), this the night, this the night
Pull out that thang, it′s scary like poltergeist
This the night, this the night
Pull out that thang, it's scary like poltergeist
This the night, this the night
Pull out that thang, it′s scary like poltergeist
This the night, this the night
Pull out that thang, it's scary like poltergeist

I'm Gucci Mane the bachelor, I attract ′em
Can′t figure out my vernacular, can't understand
But they suckin′ me like Dracula
I'm African-American, my car another land

See, where I′m from, we stay strapped up like Pakistan
My homeboys selling bags, have your eyes like Jackie Chan
What the bumbaclot, Gucci Mane through thick and thin (it's Gucci)
My homeboy in the pen, lend a helping hand (Holiday Season)

I bet where he done been, thinking when I′m gonna win (what?)
Well, you can't answer to no one yous a fuckin' man (fuckin′ man)
I know you might not feel me how you probably feel me then (feel me then)
But I hope you listen harder to me than you listen then, it′s Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (it's Gucci)

This the night (this the night), this the night (this the night)
Pull out that thang, it′s scary like poltergeist (poltergeist)
Here in ice (here in ice), it's my life (it′s my life)
And the Lambo doors hit the sky (hit the sky)
Pull up the price (pull up the price), jump out G5 (G5)
We a'ight (you a′ight?), she on a kite (she on a kite)
I'm on a cloud (yeah), I'm feelin′ a′ight (yeah)
And the Lambo doors hit the sky (Talib Kweli) (poltergeist) (it's Gucci)

Tell my Blacks and Latins packed in the prison
They ghost to a family like an apparition
Slave to the rhythm of a bad decision
Now ya name is a number, like a mathematician
They respect me ′cause I spit facts, not fiction
Got a hard drive, even when my laptop missin'
Criticize a nigga, well, that′s not dissin'
Your surviving off fear, homie, that′s not livin'

And I live that shit, you talk that shit
You sound real old, get a walking stick
I know this might be awkward a bit
At first 'til you learn how to hop off my dick
Ain′t nothin′ to fear but fear itself
These scary-ass niggas who prepare they self
Really though, nigga, do you hear yourself
To me, you can never compare yourself

You say you got a gun but I dare you to pop it
Clearly retarded, getting daily departed
There's fear in your heart, I′m a serious artist
And the liquor stays bloody like a period started
In the street beef, really startin' in the streets
That barcode really like a mark of the beast
I might wanna jump on a flight, just to jump in the fight
They scared ′cause my music goes boom, boom, boom, boom

This the night (this the night), this the night (this the night)
Pull out that thang, it's scary like poltergeist (poltergeist)
Here in ice (here in ice), it′s my life (it's my life)
And the Lambo doors hit the sky (hit the sky)
Pull up the price (pull up the price), jump out G5 (G5)
We a'ight (you a′ight?), she on a kite (she on a kite)
I′m on a cloud (yeah), I'm feelin′ a'ight (I feel a′ight)
And the Lambo (it's Gucci) doors hit the sky (hit the sky)

This is Halloween (it′s Gucci), they think it's poltergeist
I'm in the apple green (apple green), they look like motion lights
And I′m over-iced, how I rock my Polar Ice
Yeah, super-size, I love that modern life (Holiday Season)
Take my advice, you need to verbalize (it′s Gucci)
Baby, what you want? Before I pass you by
I'm too turnt up (I′m too turnt up), don't give a fuck about (don′t give a fuck about)
I prolly never wanna (I never wanna) smoke with my pistol out (smoke with my pistol out)

This the night (this the night), this the night (this the night)
Pull out that thang, it's scary like poltergeist (poltergeist)
Here in ice (here in ice), it′s my life (it's my life)
And the Lambo doors hit the sky (hit the sky)
I'm the kite (I′m the kite), flying kite (flying kite)
I′m in the sky, on top, up in the sky (in the sky)

My wheels are high (wheels are high), that's a′ight (that's a′ight)
Is you a'ight? (Is you a′ight?) 'Cause I just might (I just might)
Pull up the price, jump out G5 (G5)
We a'ight (you a′ight?), she on a kite (she on a kite)
I′m on a cloud (yeah), I'm feelin′ a'ight (I feel a′ight)
And the Lambo doors hit the sky (poltergeist), it's Gucci