Who is him – Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Who is him – Gucci Mane

Who is him lyrics
Ayy Fox 13 we rep that murder gang we don’t do no attempts
Hop out on the slammer with this chopper like I’m Shawn Kemp
Drew down on him with his pants down in front of U of M
1017 Shiesty Gang I got them folks like “Who is him?”
Bitch you try me and get whacked I promise this is not the way
Know she wanna fuck ’cause she keep staring in my Cartier
I think about guns and money sixty times throughout the day
Nobody safe you can’t go get shit to stop these .308s on God

Entertain like Cedric had that codeine in my beverage
Way back in day let them niggas use me for leverage (Well damn)
F on my report card on my hip I got an F&N
Pulled up on me poppin’ but he won’t pull up and pop again
I don’t care ’bout who he is or who his kin just do him in
Cold dark pool they threw him in I just shot off his chin (Burr)
Murder case Snoop Dogg back in the day no juice and gin (Snoop)
And I’m the coach I’m with the G.O.A.T.s we go for it on fourth and ten (Go)
Always was the robber where we stayed so I didn’t play with ’em
Police don’t even try to talk to Wop got nothin’ to say to ’em
Five-shot .38 on me put a trey to him
Big dawg in the yard took a nigga tray from him

Ayy Fox 13 we rep that murder gang we don’t do no attempts
Hop out on the slammer with this chopper like I’m Shawn Kemp
Drew down on him with his pants down in front of U of M
1017 Shiesty Gang I got them folks like “Who is him?”
Bitch you try me and get whacked I promise this is not the way
Know she wanna fuck ’cause she keep staring in my Cartier
I think about guns and money sixty times throughout the day
Nobody safe you can’t go get shit to stop these .308s on God

Niggas starve theyself the whole time somethin’ to eat in they face
Look at that lil’ nigga from the Creek his ass done made a way
I ain’t just go put food on the table I passed out the plates
I’m missing Tre ain’t nobody have me like my nigga Day
It’s time to slide
Walk with a hundred up in the chopper I shot eighty-five
Mix them Percocets with the exotic I’m back energized
Do donuts up in the ‘Cat drive it like it got nine lives
You ain’t take ’em down with me nigga so is you not my slime
Niggas talkin’ out they neck but that lil’ shit won’t slow me up
Two double cups big congratulations time to pour me up
We rollin’ up mixin’ different flavors keep my ‘Wood stuffed
If you got somethin’ dancin’ on your wrist it’s time to hold it up

Ayy Fox 13 we rep that murder gang we don’t do no attempts
Hop out on the slammer with this chopper like I’m Shawn Kemp
Drew down on him with his pants down in front of U of M
1017 Shiesty Gang I got them folks like “Who is him?”
Bitch you try me and get whacked I promise this is not the way
Know she wanna fuck ’cause she keep staring in my Cartier
I think about guns and money sixty times throughout the day
Nobody safe you can’t go get shit to stop these .308s on God

On Chopper Gang on So Icy G this my squad
Brr brr lay up grass in your yard
Nigga 413 Gang ayy (SpiffoMadeIt bitch)
1017 on my damn chain brr

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Who is him – Gucci Mane lyrics
Who is him - Gucci Mane
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