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Gucci Mane

On The Way

 

On The Way

(album: Brick Factory II - 2014)


[Hook: MPA Duke]
My country boys on the way, I'm finna serve 'em
I want you to hold this K, and don't act nervous
Got them goons around me, and they working
We getting them birds in, and that's for certain
He claim that he a boss but he never took a loss
Playing both sides, that's the shit'll get yo' ass offed
Got some shooters on the buggy, they'll kill yo' ass for nothing
Run up on you wit' that carbon, empty clip into his necklace
They vicious!

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Them bitches naked washing dishes
She like my lifestyle, she say we live too relentless
Two thousand for my Gators, them bitches look itchy
Bitches got bunks and I'm rich like Donald Trump
Riding round wit' that pump, pockets look like a lump
Weed smelling like skunk, blunts big as a stump
Bitches wan' fuck Young Thug and they wanna fuck uncle unc
Thugger not wit' the bullshit, baby, I just want fun
Balling all in the lobby, baby, I came up on midgets
Nah, we not getting pulled over but my whole crew got them tickets
Baby, I'm YSL, I know you come to the funeral
Nah, I'm not psychic but I got powers just like Yu-Gi-Oh!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: MPA Duke]
I'm in the front of the line like the muhfucking hearse do
I know Thugga killed verse 1, I'm bout to kill verse 2
DK in the new Ferrari, damn, we riding round the lobby
We so high off life, and we ain't got no fucking options
Reel them ducks in, we call it going fishing
Washing machine all that money, we call it cleaning dishes
Making birds take a bath, we call it shaving pigeons
And I ain't PeeWee Longway but ya ho know I'm dealing
Swear I'm cold-hearted, I don't got no feelings
In that new drop top, I don't got no ceiling
The roof is absent, ball like I got cancer
I'm the man in Atlanta, ask yo' favorite dancer

[Hook]

done

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