Trap House Album

Artist(s): Gucci Mane

Cover Art

Gucci Mane Trap House Cover Art

Tracklist

Intro

length: 0:39

Ooh wee
My darlin'
Can I make love to you tonight
Sweetheart
I will do you right
I can make you feel so good
I'm in the mood to make love tonight

Trap House

length: 4:20
In the trap house, in the trap house, in the trap house
Gucci mane check it

[Chorus]
Chopper on the floor pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I never had a bank account
Junkies going in junkies going out
Made a hundred thousand in my trap house
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred thousand in my trap house
Bricks going in, bricks going out
Made a hundred thousand in my trap house

I'm tired of selling bricks I wanna go legit
I wonder can I sell 11 mill like 50 cent
Cause platinum ain't enough I got too many vices
I love to smoke weed love to shoot dices
Say my life style extravagant I talk cash ****
*****es say I'm arrogant well god damn Gucci cocky then
But at the same time young hoes be jocking slim
Gucci ain't ****, ***** I beg your pardon
I'm independent but I'm balling like a major artist
I stay high like giraffe ***** in my trap house
Smoking rubber cushie

[Chorus]

Jumped out the whip everybody looking
Big clouds of smoke but ain't nobody cooking
(females)(girl their go Gucci mane
I want his autograph 'cause I'm his biggest fan)
Yellow hummvie with the yellow feet
Yellow diamonds the same color as yellow cheese
And I'm smoking on that purple ****
They call me temp service 'cause I'll work a *****
Money long like Shaq feet
Running dough like a sprinter at a track meet
I heard he got that soft white
Extended clips make them busters get they mind right

[Chorus]

In my trap house watching sports center
In the kitchen cooking but I ain't cooking dinner
Splash it with the water whip it make it harder
17 for 'em the same number as Quincy Carter
Say I'm working with with a mill or better
Married to the game me and mane live together
Street smart ***** never listen to the teacher
You can catch me in the bathroom smoking reefer
Prices low like Wal-Mart
Bricks on I-9 get ya shopping cart
Knee deep in the dope game
I'm not a farmer but I'm known to push them collard greens

[Chorus]

That’s All

length: 4:39
In the club tryin' to find me a bad *** broad
Gave her five for the ***** then I took her to the mall
That's all babygirl that's all
18 for the whole nine five for the half
Came up in the hood sellin' fifty dollar slabs
That's all playboy that's all

When them bottles start poppin girls start jockin
The girl so fine that I took the chick shoppin
Dueces on the old school smokin on the dro fool
Know that its a hit, my voice done hit the tool
Gucci mane frank nitty got it like
That never seen a chick wit a body like that
Shawty actin feisty too damn sheisty
Get wit Gucci mane baby you be so icy
Can't lie baby girl you fine as hell
Will I hit it in the first date time will tell
Baby says she like the way the top drop back
Never thought my home boy girl a jock like that
40 on the braclet back to basic
A mill worth of ice in these playa haters faces
A mill worth of ice in Gucci mane good gracious
Got a slick flow and I think its contagious

In the club tryin' to find me a bad *** broad
Gave her five for the ***** then I took her to the mall
That's all babygirl that's all
18 for the whole nine five for the half
Came up in the hood sellin' fifty dollar slabs
That's all playboy that's all

I ain't wit that flexin cat he investing
Tell htese playa haters to check my bds benz
Like Yao Ming man my money staked tall
I deal for half a mill ***** that's all
See a broad Gucci mane ill buy
The same dude you shop wit I'm his supplier

Gucci Gucci Gucci yours truly that's me
Hood rich or cocky I just might be
Wit my chain so bright Ray charles might see
More ice on me than a game of hockey
If you want a mean **** you can ride my six
Suck a good **** then ill get your hair fixed
Gucci brake bricks down used to sell fifties
Watch on my wrist man it cost a buck fifty
King of the city Gucciman Frank nitty
I'll gives a ***** a dove if she let me touch her tities

In the club tryin' to find me a bad *** broad
Gave her five for the ***** then I took her to the mall
That's all babygirl that's all
18 for the whole nine five for the half
Came up in the hood sellin' fifty dollar slabs
That's all playboy that's all

Gucci mane make you look lke you posed to look
Gucci shoesGucci fit and a pocket book
Let you party like a rock star, ride in boxcar
Have you gainin weight everyday eatin lobster
All your friends invited so you can bring a partner
Gucci in the hood sellin weed like a docter
Fifty dollar slab to a trunk full of holes
Never at the house cause I'm always doing shows
Teamed up with big cat now they want to chit chat
Role to crash raod, flat shoals represent that
Gucci in the booth and my flows crazy
Is it hot in here ***** or its just me
Have you at south beach fallin of Jet Ski
Smokin purple weed under shade of palm trees
In Biloxi we could spend a hundred gees
I'll play the crap table you get the slot machine

In the club tryin' to find me a bad *** broad
Gave her five for the ***** then I took her to the mall
That's all babygirl that's all
18 for the whole nine five for the half
Came up in the hood sellin' fifty dollar slabs
That's all playboy that's all

Booty Shorts

length: 4:21
Put on your booty shorts
Ooh, I really like the sexy way you walk
Ooh, I like the way you make your booty talk
Everytime you put on your booty shorts
Believe dat girl

[Verse]
I don't holla at girls girls holla at me
I don't throw dollars at girls, they throw dollars at me
Gucci you conceited bitch I might be
Cause my chain so bright Stevie Wonder might see
Yea you got a man but ya man ain't me
Add ya whole life savings times three
The mouth full of dro and the clothes ain't free
So you gotta be a dimepiece to approach me
How much 'unh can one girl take
How many cakes can one man bake
Playa on the real man I don't know
I just love it when they fresh and they ass cheeks show
Everybody stare when I walk in the room
Smokin on purp got me high like the moon
Chain front big like its New Year's Eve
But my Rollie on fire like the first day of June

[Chorus]

[Verse]
I neva seen a chick wit a body like that
Gucci Mane Lil Flap bitch I got it like that
Stuntin in the club wit my nigga Big Kap
Made the waitress come back wit 20 mo' stacks
Iced out chain got a iced out grill
Independent I ain't got no deal
Hood rich bitch do ya know the feelin?
My watch worth damn near a quarter million
Shawty got some shorts on oh, so small
Say she like me cause my rims real tall
If you want work bitch you can call us
You in big wheels baby we some ballers
Money ain't a thang to the boy Gucci Mane
Old school Chevy same color cocaine
Ridin through the hood throwin money out the brain
And I'm lookin for the girls wit the booty shorts mane

[Chorus]

[Verse]
Candy Escalade 26 inch blades
Throw back money from back in eighth grade
Ya dancin in the club so I know ya get paid
But I betcha you'd look betta wit these microbraids
Girls in the club like dat there stank
Showin off three or four rubberband banks
Me and HB keep a big bankroll pulled up in a Hemi wit the Lambo Doors
Me and yo chick in a red corvette
I neva had shit nigga what ya expect
Neva seen a young man paint so wet hood rich and my album ain't even dropped yet
You'll neva see a man wit a watch like mine
Face real pretty and a body real fine
When we get home I'm a break her spine
Get in her ear and corrupt her mind




Icy

length: 4:44

[Hook: Lil Will]
All these girls excited
Oooo you know they like it
I'm so icy, so icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All your friends invited
I'm so icy, so icy

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Got a house around my neck, and my wrist on chill
Any given time, 250 in your grill (a quarter million?)
All I do is talk shit
You can even add a couple grand for my outfit
You better act like you know man
In my hood they call me Jeezy the Snowman
You get it? Jeezy the Snowman
I'm iced out, plus I got snow, man
Let it marinate, y'all niggas slow man
(Man what the fuck y'all...dumb ass)
I used to get nineteen for a beat
Call me Ginuwine, the same 'ol G
I'm the shit bitch, I need toilet paper
And some air freshener nigga, fuck a hater
These niggas don't like me
I'm with the Gucci Mane and I'm so icy

[Hook: Lil Will]
All these girls excited
Oooo you know they like it
I'm so icy, so icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All your friends invited
I'm so icy, so icy

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
She digging my fitted, she think I'm the shit
Is this the chain on my neck, or the watch in my wrist
Maybe the ice in my ear, or my bracelet
But she look like the type that could take a dick
Young Gucci Mane, don't kiss me baby you can kiss my chain
You gotta be a dime piece
Just to look at the rocks in my time piece
I come through in a drop top Jag
Or a Old-School Chevy with the antique tags
My pockets so heavy that I can't walk steady
Niggas copping ice we done done it already
Got a gold grill but it's not from Eddie
I ride big Chevys cause a nigga ain't petty
I'm icy, so motherfucking snowed up
Little kids wanna be like Gucci when they grow up
Me, Jeezy and Boo
We ain't hatin pussy nigga 'gon and do what you do
Cause we icy, so icy, we icy, so icy

[Hook: Lil Will]
All these girls excited
Oooo you know they like it
I'm so icy, so icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All your friends invited
I'm so icy, so icy

[Verse 3: Boo]
I'm hoppin' out the range wit the seats piped out
You can still see my chain even when the lights out
Cause that's how mobsters do it
Spit a little game give 'em that flossin' music
I'm the man from the C-H-I
These lames runnin' 'round thinkin they so fly
Got a little buzz but Boo been too high
I'm pullin' hoes in the club and I don't even try
I guess when she glance at my wrist, she wanna get my dick
I tell her holla at Jeezy if you wanna pop Cris
Get at Gucci Mane cause he on some hood shit
And you know I'm in the cut, grippin' my 4/5
Like let a nigga trip, naw we ain't runnin'
We just takin all your chicks, buyin' drinks gettin' blunted
Groupies, show you how to do this son
We throwin' out hundreds while you savin them ones

[Hook: Lil Will]
All these girls excited
Oooo you know they like it
I'm so icy, so icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All your friends invited
I'm so icy, so icy

[Bridge: Lil Will]
I got so many rocks, on my chain and watch
I know I'm the shit, my chain hang down to my dick
I know I'm the bomb, just look at my charm
I know I'm the shit, my chain hang down to my dick

[Hook: Lil Will]
All these girls excited
Oooo you know they like it
I'm so icy, so icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All your friends invited
I'm so icy, so icy

[Outro]
I'm so icy
Look at my charms
My...chain...hang...down...to my dick

Two Thangs

length: 4:19
Gucci mane
Two things
Trap house

Gucci mane in the building (Gucci, Gucci)
Laflare, big kat (laflare)
Say we got it like that (like that)
Every thing don't mean two things, watch this

[hook]
Young Gucci mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two things [Repeat: x3]
Young Gucci mane got a style so strange
Every word I use don't mean two thangs


It ain't the way its the principle
What kind of student make mo money than the principal
And I never made the honor roll
But I'm in the lunch line with a honor roll
You pumping iron in the weight room
I'm on the grind got a nine in the weight room
And I never play softball
But I always kept the hard and the soft balls
You doing math on the calculator
I'm weighing slabs doing math on a calculator
And I ain't trying to to write no essays
I'm trying to to get a hundred pounds for my eses
You trying to learn how ta speak Spanish
But my connect trying to teach me ta speak Spanish
And u a monitor in the hallway
I'm all day on the grind wit a 4-way

[Chorus]

You the one who won the spelling bee
I'm the first 3rd grader wit a felony
And I never was a teacher's pet
I'm the one who went and stole the teacher's cigarettes
And I never went on field trips
I'm at walter's trying to buy me some stash slips
And I always been cut throat
15 taking big *****s starter coats
Laflare entertainment by myself
But I used to have a high right, low left
Gettin' money by da truck loads
Rollin up big fat el productos
Before I drank v.s.o.p. remy
I used to drank that MD 22
Wood-grain and reverse 8's
Box Chevy trunk sounding like a earthquake

[Chorus]

I gotta give it to u raw man
Cause I still keep a trunk full of raw
I'm a ***** from the block man
In the club putting down wit the block man
You probably gotta worker 9 to 5
I'm on the grind with the nines for the 55
***** u a half of a 12
Low key bucket trying to duck 12's
So what's up with them t-shirts
I got a t-shirt tuck under my t-shirt
Better watch yo ****ing tone man
Cause you know Gucci keep a tone man

[Chorus]

Money Don’t Matter

length: 4:57

[Intro]
We gon' do it like this y'all, we gon' do it like that y'all
We gon' do it like this y'all, we gon' do it like that y'all

[Gucci Mane - over Intro]
It's your man Laflare
Frank Nitti on the trank

[Chorus One]
All the money don't matter to me (to me)
And all the ice don't matter to me (to me)
Your girlfriends don't matter to me (to me)
And your nigga don't matter to me (ayy)
Cause I don't mean to flatter you
But you the baddest chick I ever seen (you the bbadest chick I ever seen)
Come play on Gucci team
Every good King needs a Queen (needs a Queen)
The way you walk is, so sexy; the way you talk is, so sexy
The way you move is, so sexy; everything about you girl
(Everything about you girl)

[Chorus Two]
My eyes deceiving me - she wants to be with me
She wants to sleep with me - Gucci needs two or three
I keep you icy (so icy) I have you super fresh (so fresh)
I know you like me; you like the way I dress

[Gucci Mane]
Baby in love with me, I'm in like with her
Gave me some head, I spent one night with her
Keep a college girl past her curfew
Say she like me and she like her too
Get a bitch, suck a dick, what she gon' do?
Point at the house had to put it on you
Tell your girlfriend and your best friend too
You can bring the whole dorm, they can have some fun too

[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]

[Gucci Mane]
A pretty young thang in some apple bottom jeans
Gold tooth man for the Gucci Mane team
Say she like the way my gold grill gleam
And my chain hang low down to my ding-a-ling
Got a bad yellow thang down at the AU
Kinda heard she was thorough but the shit ain't true
I give the bitch the world but she don't know what to do
Parasuco outfits, icy fresh hairdos

[Chorus One]

[Torica]
We hit the Louis shop
Cause all we do is shop
Shut down the parkin lot
When we jumped out the truck!
Jeans and a halter top
They askin what's my name
Money don't matter
Torica and Gucci Mane

[Gucci Mane]
I'ma watch you through the hood on my 26's
Buy you a bracelet real expensive
Gucci only holla at the baddest bitches
Love the way a boss bitch handle her business
Gucci Mane, Laflare, in a Chevy fo'-do'
Fly down the street with my second screen hoe
Gotta move the blow but it's on the D-low
That's what they made the trains and the Greyhounds fo'

[Chorus One]

That’s My Hood

length: 4:52
East Atlanta Zone 6, that's my hood
That's my hood, *****, that's my hood
Glenwood to Grountry Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, *****, that's my hood

Rolla 1st to flat show, ***** that's my hood
That's my hood, *****, that's my hood
I can't forget Counter Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, *****, that's my hood

Gangsta biddin' everybody coppin'
*****s walkin' out wit bags like they goin' shoppin'
I'm on tha PlayStation, playin' Grand Thief
I had a 100 bricks I got 3 left

Shootin' see lows middle of tha day
I bet a 100 grand, da ***** iced away
5:45 in tha afternoon
98 degrees and it's tha 1st of June

*****s goin' in, *****s gettin' out
Everybody strap and they griped out
12:00 on tha dot, midnight
Bet 50 grand on a pit fight

6:43 and I'm wakin' up
Cookin' cocaine and it's cakin' up
9:00 on da dot, rush hour
First you get the money then you get the power

East Atlanta Zone 6, that's my hood
That's my hood, *****, that's my hood
Glenwood to Grountry Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, *****, that's my hood

Rolla 1st to flat show, ***** that's my hood
That's my hood, *****, that's my hood
I can't forget Counter Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, *****, that's my hood

Money real dirty, 9:30
Got a trap to catch fo' a Quarter Birdie
10:45, quarter to 11
AK 47 and a Mac 11

1:17, my trap bunkin'
If you from tha hood then you sellin' something
2:22, time to cook a deuce
To my lil' partner, I call his *** tha truth

3:34, time to swing tha doe
9600 fo' a pound of dro
4:46, trunk fulla bricks
Can't stop trappin' til I'm fithy rich

Dropped out of school, 1998
Bought a box Chevy and a half of cake
2k3 hit a LIC
100 pounds of weed, 50 bricks

East Atlanta Zone 6, that's my hood
That's my hood, *****, that's my hood
Glenwood to Grountry Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, *****, that's my hood

Rolla 1st to flat show, ***** that's my hood
That's my hood, *****, that's my hood
I can't forget Counter Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, *****, that's my hood

Age 13, I'm a trap star
Paid a 50 slab fo' a junky car
School's still in but I'm at home
Standin' on tha corner wit some uazone

Turned 15 and I'm trapped out
Bet a 100 dollars just to crap out
17 now and I'm on tha grind
Neva stand in line at tha 55 Dime

19 years, blood sweat and tears
Sellin' inner tubes like Good Year
21, now I'm a grown up
So, when you call my phone it's a zone up

Age 25, and it's gettin' worst
18.5, fo' a hook and verse
'Fo I turn 30, I be 30 plus
Swimmin' in tha bucks like Scrooge McDuck

East Atlanta Zone 6, that's my hood
That's my hood, *****, that's my hood
Glenwood to Grountry Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, *****, that's my hood

Rolla 1st to flat show, ***** that's my hood
That's my hood, *****, that's my hood
I can't forget Counter Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, *****, that's my hood

Lawnmower Man

length: 4:25
Don’t let yo mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash,
I’m the lawnmower man and your ass is grass. (x2)

Gucci Mane make a nigga wear a shit bag.
Actin’ bad like a kid at Six Flags.
I’ll send some slugs at yo bitch ass.
In my hood ain’t no love for yo bitch ass.
50 pounds and a trash bag,
Anybody move and that nigga get blasted
Hit a lick for ‘bout 50 stacks.
Nigga trippin’ bout Gucci bring the money back
Half a brick and a ???
I’m in the trap, where tha jockers at
I’m gettin fat, fuck a jumping jack
Zay drop a track the whole industry be jumpin that
I’ll put a hole in yo stocking cap
Work ya like a bitch at the Body Tap
I stay strapped, blow you off tha map
Niggas hate behind my back, but when they see me ???

(Chorus)

Uhh. I’m from the hood, I’ll punch your lights out
I took your jewelry now I’m iced out.
Gucci Mane got that ‘caine in.
I swear I never tuck my chain in
You just a thug gettin’ traded
I’m a thug entertainin’
Really I’m a street nigga
That choppa on tha seat, nigga
All ready for that beef, nigga
Yo, Gucci gotta eat, nigga
I guess I’ll see ya when I see ya nigga.
I wouldn’t wanna be you, nigga
Now ain’t that like a nigga
Tryin to sound like a nigga
A lover not a fighter, nigga
But let me see yo lighter, nigga

(Chorus)

You see the bracelet on my arm, my necklace, my charm
I’m dangerous and armed with grenades and bombs
Ya’ll done slugged out with tons of ones
In tha club puttin’ down like “I’m that Badon.”
Yo, truly young Gucci all I do is hustle hard
Never had credit but used my 2000 Mastercard
Grimey and gritty, hotter than cookin with lard
Gucci Mane on the block again and I’m cookin’ ya boys
It’s that grown man shit, nigga bring all the toys
When I snap they’ll have to call the lieutenant and sarge
??? See, she thinking ya hard
Watch how quick I load the choppa, bullets you gotta dodge
Uh. Gucci Mane on the track nigga
Zaytova? on the track nigga
???
I’m tha lawnmower man, nigga

(Chorus)


Pyrex Pot

length: 4:56
[Intro]
Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)
Let's get it (let's get it)

[Chorus]
Half a brick in a pyrex pot
Trying to make me a dope boy knot
Two pounds and I'm like real big
Stacking double see the nigga so big
I got to get it, got to get it, got to run my money up
Got to get it, got to get it, got to run my money up [3X]

Uh! I'm going on a Trap-A-Thon
Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don
Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag
So if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass
Uh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter
Run trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle
Uh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey
Gucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century
Uh, iced out like Babe an' them
I can sell mo' records than Shade an' them
Uh, Gucci Mane you're a cocky fella
I make it rain so you better get you umbrella
Uh, and my watch is on another level
Clusters of diamonds and they bunched together
Uh, why you talking so much shit?
Yo bitch, cause I'm so rich

[Chorus]

Okay somethin white like Michael Jackson
Bust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin
Gucci Mane got the lone ticket
Run stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uh
Shawty say he short a couple stacks
The diamond chain on my neck is doing jumping jacks, uh
Yo' money short like Spud Webb
Bend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh
My money talking like Dikembe
Gucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh
Mo dough than CVS
Still making moves, thuggin with S-Y-S, uh
All my shows better be whippin up
J's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh
And me and Cad in a Hum-Vee
Yellow diamonds got me lookin like a bumblebee, uh

[Chorus]

Gucci got a plug, for the square face
Got them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs
Got the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens
We got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne
Gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot
Got some cocaine jumping out the damn pot
Get some cool water, it's too damn hot
All I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot
Hustle harder, be smarter
We gonna eat when I bring it out the water
36 O's, for the 17
Five for the drive, 17-5

Independent Balling Like a Major #1

length: 1:05

Black Tee

length: 5:11

[Hook 2X: Gucci Mane] + (Lil Scrappy)
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searchin for bricks in my black tee (Crank it)
I kill in my black tee
I steal in my black tee
I'm real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee (O-kay-kay-kay)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
You can catch me all in a nigga house wit a black tee
Gucci Mane La Flare got a million dollar mouthpiece
Black Tee, black rag, even got a black mask
Leavin out ya house, thirty pounds in my book bag
Black 'llac, black back, fin' to hit a lick again
You a head bussa punch yo hand wit yo fist den
Franchise hate me, probly wanna kill me
Remixed it wit Scrappy and now the hood feel me
Fresh on the scene wit the all black shirt
Gucci so gutta he'll steal money out ya purse
I lay up in ya yard, rob ya when ya go to church
Ya love white tees now ya face on the shirt
Black tee, black reed, trappin on the front street
Got a black pistol grip pump on the seat
Black tee, O.G., nigga don't approach me
Bubble gum wrappin ass niggas can't smoke me

[Chrous]

[Verse 2: Bun B]
It's Bun B in his black tee & G in his black tee
Reppin UGK and PAT in his black tee
Pimp in his black tee, mack in his black tee
Free Pimp C on the back of his black tee
Gucci chain swangin on the front of his black tee
Cadillac swangin, smokin blunts in his black tee
Stunt in his black tee, ball in his black tee
It ain't jus me pimpin we all got a black tee

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
And I got a 1-2 Bun
Got 36 O's for the 2-1
Jeezy bout them green guys
Got H-town goin for the 10,5
I'm talkin cornflakes
Black inner tubes wrapped in black duck tape
Say it again dawg to make sure that ya heard me
Got my four-x black tee up under my jersey

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
I got the all black Chevy on all black rims
Keep a small black gat in my all black Tims
On the all-black leather there's a all-black mac
Tryin to snatch get ya black ass blowed the fuck back
44 to ya torso 4 in ya hat
Kick do' ya granny house and put it to a cataract
Gorillas wit banana clips goin monkey in the back
They'll put yo ass in that black box, laid out flat

[Verse 5: Jody Breeze]
Look I slang in my white but I bang in my black tee
Gucci on the front, Jody Breeze on the back street
Chillin by a black Cadillac on sum black feet
Scrappy in a Chevy watchin Scarface on the flat screen
Told y'all constantly, ride wit the pump wit me
Yup in my black tee, wit the nine underneath
I ain't gotta keep tellin y'all niggas I'm a G
I'mma just cock back and leave sum blood on ya teeth

[Hook]

[Verse 6: 4-Tre]
I'm so stainless in my black tee
Remainin in my black tee
On the grind cause I like to shine in my black tee
Diamond glistenin cross plus the background is a black tee
Thieve then come back sprayin rounds in my black tee
4-Tre, I want war in my black tee
Fuck them, they probly neva wore a black tee
Workin in my black tee, smokin purple in my black tee
I'm lookin for twelve all out yo curtain in my black tee

[Verse 7: Lil Scrappy]
Fuck a white tee, I got my black tee and vest on
Fuck a sturdy shot, I'm goin straight for the bread home
I don't know why y'all niggas dropped move B
Cause now Raheem'll show ya punk ass a tree
Bust nuts in my black tee, sluts in my black tee
Now I'm smokin nothin but blunts in my black tee
See me in Valve then tried to fight me
Jus the same monkey shawty don't take me lightly

[Hook]

Corner Cuttin’

length: 4:39

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Corner cuttin, trap shakin
Booty hoppin, you hear that beat knockin
(Is that that beat knockin?) That's that beat knockin
(Is that that beat knockin?) Yeah that's that beat knockin

[Verse One]
Silverados, sittin on 60's
Lamborghini do's, just for the bitches
(Just for the bitches?) That's for the bitches
(For them witches?) That's for the bitches
Dodge Magnum, paint it platinum
He got to hear me in it, so it's the fast one
(Is that the brass one?) That is the fast one
(That's the brass one) Nah that's the fast one
Bubble eye Hummer, with the chrome grill
Ask your baby mama, how that leather feel
(How the leather feel?) That's how the leather feel
(Yeah how the leather feel?) That's how the leather feel
Brand new 'Vette, with the Calvins
Red and black, same color as the Falcons
(As THE FALCONS?!) As the Falcons
(As THE FALCONS~!) As the Falcons

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
63M, check the tag, yessir
Under the hood nigga, it's a geek monster
(Is that a geek monster?) Now that's a geek monster
(IS THAT A GEEK MONSTER?) Now that's a geek monster
Old school Chevy, with the Gucci guts
It's that latter day, I'ma make 'em put it up
(Make 'em put it up) I make 'em put it up
(SHAWTY MAKE THEM PUT IT UP~!) I make 'em put it up
Paint drippin wet, like my girl pussy
Me and Khujo, smokin bubble kushy
(Is that that bubble kushy?) Yeah that's that bubble kushy
(Is that that bubble kushy?) Yeah that's that bubble kushy

[Chorus] - 2X

[Verse Three]
Every woofer on, I skated on chrome
Just the other day, I got my lights on
(You got yo' lights on?) I got my lights on
(You got yo' lights on?) I got my lights on
20 cars deep, everybody whippin
{?} run the mill, all in them 26's
(Is them those 26's?) Oh them the 26's
(Is them those 26's?) Oh them the 26's
Bubble out bill, with the frog face
Alligator seats, that's how them ballers play
(That's how them ballers play?) That's how them ballers play
(That's how them ballers play?) That's how them ballers play
Old school Chevelle, sittin high as hell
High as hell as I ride through the A-T-L
(Through the A-T-L?) Through the A-T-L
(Ride through the A-T-L?) Through the A-T-L

[Chorus]

Independent Balling Like a Major #2

length: 0:46

Hustle

length: 4:46
[Chorus]
Since you can't get right Imma show you how to hustle,
Show you how to hustle show you how to hustle.
Make a grind all night, Imma show you how to hustle,
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle..
Put ya game down tight I'ma show you how to hustle,
Show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle.
It's an all night flight, I'ma show you how to hustle,
Show you hustle, show you how to hustle (Yeah)

I let my hater be my motivator, I got 20 pounds of purp, in my refrigerator
So damn an investergator, when I re-up they bring it in a tractor trailer.
I'm the king of Decatur man, got that fruity dro any kinda flavor man,
Good cush or that purple thrax, white rhino you ain't never heard of that.
I got them sevens fr the buck fifty, 125 if an ***** **** wit me,
You doing bad buying 50 slabs, I'm in Texico buying out sandwich bags
*****s churpin' on my Nextel, Gucci what it look like ***** fish scales(ughh)
I use to hold down the Hotel, now I'm a member of the Sign Yourself Cartel

[Chorus]

Verse 2:
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I use to be the ***** wit the dimes, now I'm on the grind wit the 4's and the 9's.
They say it's Gucci time to shine, a young black entrepreneur in his prime
A ***** got a get the whole thing, 19.5 every time my phone rang
I got so much clientele, black tee, black Gat and a pocket scale
So I can't go broke man, *****s know me as the Dope man's dope man
I made this one for my folks man, for the J's that be smoking outta coke cans
And they asking for a wake up, you wanna a brick I gotcha covered like make-up.
So want you holla at you boy, you drop a couple dollars, I'll get your coke, I'll get your boy

[Chorus]

I got them pounds and the Q.P.'s, I move units, I ain't talking bout cd's
I'm talking bout HB's, a hundred pounds ***** holla at HB
***** I can get an Escalade off a hundred slab and a razor blade
When I cut it wit the rich band 2 flips ***** I'ma be a rich man.
And these robbers trying to plot up, get his car shot up trying take a ***** product
These *****s ain't harming me,plus I sell more drugs than a pharmacy.
I'ma mix it wit the Isatol, ten thousand pills and these *****es ain't no Tylenol
Big nuts like bowling balls, 30 though and dollar charm and a hole in the wall.

[Chorus]

Damn Shawty

length: 4:12

[Hook: Young Snead]
Dammmn shawty! Why you hatin so hard?
Cause my chain worth a mill? Are my rims too large?
Dammmn shawty! You can get it like me
Ay don't be mad cause I'm in the club throwin up G's
Dammmn shawty! That shit fucked up
Niggas mad cause I'm hot and they ain't gettin no love
Dammmn shawty! I'm straight from the streets
Sticks and stones break bones, words motivate me

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci finally made it, niggas player hated
When I hit the club I got twenty G's to play with
Bitch I'm the brick man, ballin like a rich man
Sippin on this syrup got me leanin like a kickstand
Recognize the pimpin, feel the real attention
Laflare Entertainment, I'm playin my position
Waitin on the bitches, holla at the bitches
Never worked for Church's but I served a lot of chickens
Got a lot of G's so I do a little trickin
Hoe take this lil' money bitch and go on about ya business
Every day is Christmas, every night is Valentine's
Ten in New York, it's nine Alabama time
Moved to A-T-L, the whole East Atlanta mine
Billion dollar deal, I signed on the dotted line
Gucci 'bout to pimp shit, lobster steak and shrimp shit
Big Cat, Laflare, you try and get your wig split

[Hook: Young Snead]
Dammmn shawty! Why you hatin so hard?
Cause my chain worth a mill? Are my rims too large?
Dammmn shawty! You can get it like me
Ay don't be mad cause I'm in the club throwin up G's
Dammmn shawty! That shit fucked up
Niggas mad cause I'm hot and they ain't gettin no love
Dammmn shawty! I'm straight from the streets
Sticks and stones break bones, words motivate me

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
They say my chain so cold, but my watch too hot
My earrings bling, pinkie ring on fire
Twinkle twinkle, see the stars pass by
Gucci Mane ain't hot? Youse a God damn liar
Why ask why? Niggas go Bud Dry
A case of Cristal and a black fo'-five
Hoes in the club like "Who is that guy?
Drinkin Cristal throwin money in the sky?"
His fit so sharp and his wheels so large
The rims keep spinnin but the car stay parked
Fo' bedroom with the two car garage
Gucci just copped, nigga I ain't got a flaw
Wet paint job and the automatic start
Semi-automatic if you try to play hard
Gucci Mane Montana, from East Atlanta
Bitch the diamonds in my chain same color bananas
Uhh

[Hook: Young Snead] (x2)
Dammmn shawty! Why you hatin so hard?
Cause my chain worth a mill? Are my rims too large?
Dammmn shawty! You can get it like me
Ay don't be mad cause I'm in the club throwin up G's
Dammmn shawty! That shit fucked up
Niggas mad cause I'm hot and they ain't gettin no love
Dammmn shawty! I'm straight from the streets
Sticks and stones break bones, words motivate me

Go Head

length: 5:05

[Little Boy]
This a Nitty Beat!

[Hook]
Yeah! [7x]
Go head...go head! [4x]
Baby girl go head...go head!
Go head...go head [3x]

[Hook 2x]
Shawty got a ass on her (on her!)
I'mma put my hands on her (on her!)
I'mma spend a couple grand on her (On her!)
I'mma pop a rubberband on her (on her!)

[Gucci Mane]
I'm tryna figure which chick I'mma see today (See today)
Picked up a young girl looked like Lisa Raye (Lisa Raye)
When I seen her in the club, said "I gots to get her" (Gots to get her)
Cuz she looked like she might be Trina sister (Trina Sister)
Got a girl looked just like Lauryn Hill (Lauryn Hill)
Took her to the crib cuz she know what it is (Know what it is)
Luv her momma, but I can't stand her daddy tho' (Daddy tho')
Plus she got mo' ass than Jacki-O (Jackie-O)
Got a brown-skinned girl like Foxy Brown (Foxy Brown)
Bought a quarter-pound just to blow it down (Blow it down)
Tattoos all over like Eve or sumthin' (Eve or sumthin)
Long hair but it must be weave or sumthin' (Weave or sumthin)
Got a spot, so I bought a new furniture (Furniture)
Cuz she pretty in the face like Monica (Monica)
I really dig the girl
So I gave her a ticket to Gucci World

[Hook]
Go head...go head! [4x]
Baby girl go head...go head!
Go head...go head [3x]

[Hook 2x]

[Mac-Breeze]
I'm in the club, nigga's screamin "Who the hell is that?" (who the hell is that?)
That girl with that ass all on her back
I got the Fi' red thong and a bra to match (and a bra to match)
I'm a real boss bitch, and I'm hard to catch (what, what, what)
Mac-Breeze! Pimpin ain't easy nigga
You can leave me, cuz I don't really need you nigga (I don't need you!)
I got a chevy and you hear 'fore you see me nigga (Fore you see me nigga!)
Cuz my momma showed the mac' how to treat a nigga
And I'm a top-notch bitch that talk shit, But I takes it (I takes some)
Hair stay fixed, jump fresh wit my nails done (My nails done)
My bracelet, make niggas sick, so you already know (Hey! 5x)
That when I step up in the club, I be rockin stillettos!
I'm a jazzy girl, a straight classy girl (Straight classy girl)
And you never hear a nigga say I'm nasty girl (I ain't nasty girl)
And you'll never meet a girl that'll shine like me (Shine like me)
Cuz I'm wit that Gucci Mane and "I'm so Icy"

[Hook]

[Hook 2x]

[Gucci Mane]
Your nigga jealous say you ain't got time for that (Time for that)
All that shake, can a nigga get some fries wit that? (Fries with that)
To her ass, I gotta say hi to that (Hi to that)
Hair blond for a minute til she dyed it black (She dyed it black)
In the club wit her girls, everybody pretty (Pretty)
Say she used to dance at Magic City (City)
Go girl (Go Girl!)
To the floor girl (Floor Girl!)
Shake it real slow like a pro girl (Pro Girl)
Hit the dro girl (Dro Girl)
Cuz it's your world (Your world)
Danced one time, Did this some mo girl (Mo girls)
Gucci in the club, two rubberband banks (Banks)
Smokin bubble kush and the shit just stank! (Stank?)
Six girls dancin at the same time (Same Time)
Never seen a hood ho so damn fine (So fine)
Turn around Baby girl, damn you cute!
I ain't tryna come at you like a prostitute!

[Hook]

[Hook 2x]

Outro

length: 0:25
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