Iran

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

[Gucci Mane:]
Not going to Iran, I'm not going to Iran
Free all the shootas (Yeah)
Never backed down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran

Never backed down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran (No, no)
If they book me for the draft, I'm not going to Iran (No)
Call me Gucci Peter Pan, I keep flying to the bands (Ah)
I do stunts like Jackie Chan, I just touched down in Japan
Since they let me out the can, I keep running up the bands
In the Arab with the sand, I'm so hot, I need a fan (Hot)
I'm so black, can't get no tan (Ah), but I feel like I'm the man
I put diamonds in my bands, ice so cold, can't feel my hands

I can't go to war for nobody
Bitch, I got my own bodies (Yeah)
Everybody got a couple skeletons in the closet (Huh?)
Bodies go to dropping, it's on and popping
Me and my niggas went shopping for choppas (Pow)
Bought bombs and bazookas, is that what you want? (Pow, pow)
Life of a sniper, pray for my rifle
Pray for my rubber then shooting my rival
I don't go to sleep, I just drink with my Bible
Thinking 'bout bringing home member survivors
Jump off the tower, money and power
Send me to war, but you nothing but a coward (Woo)
Children in Broward, students at Howard (Yeah)
Play with my life 'cause you feel you in power (Pussy)
Bum in a blouse that blew out our boss
Got caught then got raped then got for tortured for hours
Think I'ma lick, got a stick in my trouser
Reroll machine, I'm piledriving the powder
Flag on your casket then send ya some flowers
Gucci on bucket, I'm telling ya now (It's Gucci)
I see my opp, then I'm gunning him down
Tell my lawyer to start pointing him out (Him)
Know what he do, so I keep him around (Him)
Gave him the bag and he didn't say a sound

Never backed down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran (No)
If they book me for the draft, I'm not going to Iran (No)
Call me Gucci Peter Pan (It's Gucci), I keep flying to the bands
I do stunts like Jackie Chan, I just touched down in Japan
Since they let me out the can, I keep running up the bands
In the Arab with the sand, I'm so hot, I need a fan (Hot)
I'm so black, can't get no tan (Ah), but I feel like I'm the man
I put diamonds in my bands, ice so cold, can't feel my hands

[K Shiday:]
(So icy)
Real shooter, been reckless (Uh)
Put them boys on my guest list (Woah)
.50 cal on my resume, 1017 on my necklace (Word)
If I slap a mag and put it in the dirt (Yeah)
It's just automatic reflexes (Woo)
Got two bad bitches from Texas (Yeah)
I might slap a ho if she messy (Ah)
I burn them off for my kids
Damn, I'm legit
Pour the Johnson with the shit (Who?)
I break 'em off like a Kit-Kat
Hard as a brick, ain't got no time for no kickback
I'm a motherfucking veteran (Yeah)
Obama is my president (Yeah)
Might pull up to your residence
Friendly fire, bitch, I'm negligent
Open fire, I might fine ya (Woo)
Pin the gun, White House might blind ya (Ooh)
Damn, my conduct so disorderly
I check a nigga quarterly (Mmm)
They closing up the doors for me (Yup)
Might slip, my drip too watery (Oh)
You can blame it on the saucery (Uh)
Eat a pill, bitch, take it orally