Tell the tattoo guy where to meet me at
Cause my naked back, I′m inkin' that
Dirty sprite, I′m drinkin' that
Never seen a sprite more pink than that
So much threats, caught an asthma attack
So much ice, got an ice attack
Baby girl want a Cartier
When she see me come in my air max
Gucci Mane, call me Gucci Gang
Cause I done changed the slang and I done changed the game
What's the name? It′s Gucci Mane
With Flocka Flame, ain′t a damn thing changed
Tote a 9, still on the grind
I got what you need, I got all kinds
Lemon lime, sour d, I got what you need
Come shop with me
I'm like a Cali man, I got Cali tree
Trap under Sun Valley trees
Took your girl on a shoppin′ spree
Neiman Marcus, Bloomingdales
She all on my coat tail
What the hell East Atlanta smell
I'm not going back to jail
I gotta go make me some mail
No matter how many times I tell them boys
They gon′ fuck around and smell them boys
I'm right off that Gresham, boy
I got somethin′ to sell them boys
Ridin' around with chopper toys
I'm so fucking paranoid
All I gotta do is tell them boys
They come in to get your boy
No matter how many times I tell them boys
They gon′ fuck around and smell them boys
I′m right off that Gresham, boy
I got somethin' to sell them boys
Ridin′ around with chopper toys
I'm so fucking paranoid
All I gotta do is tell them boys
They come in to get your boy
Your apartments, we′ll shoot 'em up
Your Crown Vic, we′ll shoot 'em up
Your trap house, we'll shoot it up
Your new coupe, we′ll shoot it up
We′ll shoot it up, yeah we'll shoot it up
We′ll shoot it up, we'll come shoot it up
We′ll shoot it up, we'll shoot it up
We′ll shoot it up, we don't give a fuck
How many times I tell them boys
They gon' fuck around and smell them boys
I′m right off that Gresham, boy
I got somethin′ to sell them boys
Ridin' around with chopper toys
I′m so fucking paranoid
All I gotta do is tell them boys
They come in to get your boy
No matter how many times I tell them boys
They gon' fuck around and smell them boys
I′m right off that Gresham, boy
I got somethin' to sell them boys
Ridin′ around with chopper toys
I'm so fucking paranoid
All I gotta do is tell them boys
They come in to get your boy
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