Gucci Flow

(album: So Icy Boyz 22 - 2022)

[Finesse2Tymes:]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Finesse
Two of 'em

A million dollars don't excite me (At all)
Model bitches can't entice me (At all)
Still a street nigga, white jumpsuit, black Glock, dirty white Nikes (I'm street)
Still'll put them things in a rental (Finesse 'em)
Crack his head down the middle (I got 'em)
And I'm certified everywhere I go (Go), I don't need a vouch, I'm official (I'm him)
They wanna stop me like Jeffrey Simmons (Jeffrey Simmons)
I'm from Memphis, I grew up and walked to Simmons (Eastside)
If you ain't from the block, you the opposition (Opposition)
If you wasn't selling dope, you was killing, pimping (Pimp)
Robbing, stealing (Rob)
Whatever to get it, just get it (Just get it)
It ain't just on me, it's in me (In me)
I speak the truth, I'm a realist (A realist)
I ain't just dedicated, I'm committed (Committed)
Pull up, white Polo tee, Palm Angels sweats
VVS baguettes, they knew I was next
Locked down twenty-three hours, one hour wrecked
Look at me now, everything together (Everything)
If I changed, I changed for the better
Everybody wanna shine with me, but we ain't staying in the rain together
Can't hang together (Go)

[Gucci Mane:]
Gucci finessing, these niggas regressing
Call me a clone, but I call it progressing (Well, damn)
I went to jail and it taught me a lesson
I took a bird and turned it to a blessing
Wop got a fetish for chasing the lettuce
She tryna finesse me to get some baguettes (Ho)
Niggas pathetic, diss me and regret it
I took the cash and let them take the credit (Wow)
Life is hectic, keep it kosher steady, don't need no medic (Woo)
Lost in Vegas, I ain't sweated, picked up a bag and I ain't bet it (No)
My niggas rich with millions, but we felons
Your niggas did the killings, but they telling (Pussy)
Every time I hit the county, I was selling
Brother front the pack, I was seven (True)
Matter of fact, I was in the seven
J's showing love, call me Kevin
Forgive me, Lord, I really need a reverend (Huh)
Play with Wop, you're on your way to heaven (Lord)
Gucci pulled up in a 911 (Skrrt)
Raising terror like it's 9/11 (Mmm)
Took a nigga weapon without a weapon (Wow)
He screaming "Help," but knowing they can't help him (It's Gucci)