Lifers – Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Lifers – Gucci Mane

Lifers lyrics
I heard my buddy went out bad but I’m nothin’ 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 flippin’ and fumblin’ and tumblin’
“Gucci Mane hey let’s jump him” nobody jumpin’ him
One man two handguns that’s what you up against
My right arm is so-called strong why is the muscle big
From whippin’ 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)

I just broke my thumb again
Yeah I been runnin’ up my money I can’t run up out a win
Yup I was runnin’ 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 nothin’ like you
I’m flexin’ 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 gettin’ to it
Trappin’ and rappin’ and makin’ moves yeah bitch I been makin’ moves
Yeah stuntin’ 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

Shit for real nigga
Nigga ain’t play with this one man (Nothin’)
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout Mob

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 workin’ no deal
Smokin’ gas that shit be loud like Malia
Niggas talkin’ 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 ridin’ with me and they gon’ kill somethin’
And I got them Pirus bitch they ain’t gon’ spare nothin’

Plug just sent a text they in
Call my country boy they gone
1017 Ola we on
Sippin’ Act’ don’t do PatrĂ³n
Chain said burr re-up make it disappear
On that Pimp C talkin’ slurred
Pop a Perc’ my vision blurry
My bitch petite
Patek Philippe
Hellcat motor in my Jeep
Talkin’ bars I charge a fee
Took an ’05 banger beattt

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Lifers – Gucci Mane lyrics
Lifers - Gucci Mane
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