Lifers

(앨범: Gucci Mane Presents: So Icy Summer - 2020)

[Key Glock (Gucci Mane) {Lil Yachty}:]
{30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga}
Glock (Huh?)
Yeah (Huh?), yeah, yeah (Wop)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

[Gucci Mane:]
I heard my buddy went out bad, but I'm nothing like my buddy 'nem (Well, damn)
He went out sad, it made me mad, now I can't even fuck with him (Wow)
Them suckers them, what's up with them? I buck on them, scuff up them Timbs
Petty hustles, predators, pressure them then they crumble them
Cripple nigga, shitbag, wheelchairs, I humble them
Bullets get to flipping and fumbling and tumbling
"Gucci Mane, hey let's jump him," nobody jumping him (No)
One man, two handguns, that's what you up against
My right arm is so-called strong, why is the muscle big?
From whipping dope in my long-johns, I made it jump again
I don't know where you from, holme, but you best come again
Ain't nobody sold more dope than me but Mexicans (It's Gucci, Wop)

[Key Glock:]
Haha, ayy, I just broke my thumb again
Yeah, I been running up my money, I can't run up out a win
Yup, I was running wild, had to hold it down, my mom was in the pen'
And I still hold it down too, my mama ain't raise no damn fool
Yeah, I'm Big Glock, I do big shit, boy, I ain't nothing like you
I'm flexing hard with my young black ass and all my cash is blue
I pull up in the Rolls or Maybach and I'm just twenty-two
They like, "How the fuck he get that?" Shit, I been getting to it
Trapping and rapping and making moves, yeah, bitch, I been making moves
Yeah, stunting too hard, I had to play it cool
Mama told me them boys ain't cool
Glizock and Wizzop a terrible two
Yeah, bitch, we a terrible two
This watch right here cost a Lam' truck, but
Shit, I think I want a Lam' truck too

[Foogiano (Key Glock):]
Shit for real, nigga
Nigga ain't play with this one, man (Nothin')
Fuck you talking 'bout? Mob (Yeah)

[Foogiano:]
More money, more problems
I don't give a fuck, I keep a revolver
If you got a problem, know I'ma solve 'em
Ain't heard 'bout me, then nigga, go search your browser
I was posted up on Joe Brown for real
We was robbers, we wasn't working no deal
Smoking gas, that shit be loud like Malia
Niggas talking, but they know what it is, huh?
I got them crooked rows (Crooked), and I got them shotguns
I got them gangster niggas, and they got them big guns
I got them OGs, yeah, they riding with me, and they gon' kill something
And I got them Pirus, bitch, they ain't gon' spare nothing, nah

[Ola Runt:]
Plug just sent a text, they in
Call my country boy, they gone
1017, Ola, we on
Sipping Act', don't do Patrón
Chain said burr, re-up, make it disappear
On that Pimp C, talking slurred
Pop a Perc', my vision blurry
My bitch petite
Patek Philippe
Hellcat motor in my Jeep
Talking bars, I charge a fee
Took an '05 banger beat