Gucci Mane – Be A Thug (Ft. Peter Man) Lyrics

[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m ? quick?
I’m tryna knock numbers like Tedd Turner
No super station, but I’m Gucci Mane, they super hating
Traid ? we ever traid, they coppying and duplecating
Coppywrite, cause ? fight
How I write it, they could never resite it, cause they never see it
Doing all that screaming on the mic don’t mean they really mean it
Elll you the truth, I leave the buth, I’m selling Yay
? so hard, I got ? 2 times a day
30 days, I just got out, and I surve 30 Js
Before I blaze, gotta have a blunt to ?
? the cheese, Imma find a way
It’s like I’m searching for a neadal in a stack of hey
The streets relate to these actual facts I’m kicking
I’m going hard, like that crack we cook in the kitchen
And every nigga I roll with a thug nigga
And every nigga in my clique sellin drugs nigga
[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 2: Peter Man]
I seen the ? bruh
Baddest like hoes? bruh
That shit for show bruh
Hold it, hold it, but ? bruh
? they talking bout some code, bruh
Never nothing too much for me, I got ?
They ain’t like it, I ain’t like it, but still I showed up
I done been broke, and I done broke them up
? money, niggas talking bout?
And I’m a slick nigga, ?
Nigga, tell you the truth, youa’ll be actin like yo making it up
You niggas scared, bruh
Think Imma reach inside my coat, and make m lay on the table

[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
? fresh as hell, nigga pain, I bring it
Dope slanging, keep that shit in my anus
There go 12, so I go, ?
Missed the kid ? saying get away from my stove
Fuck that ? motherfucker, I got too much blow
I gotta get off every ? what I perchised it for
I need a bag full of money, countin 50s and hundreds
I’m in this hallway, ? tryna get to this money
You think I’m funny, I ain’t laughing ? my Chetter?
Making dope transactions in the middle of traffic
I got a ? spinning 50, every goddamb hour
Making glass out of powder, I might sell you some flower
[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

Gucci Mane – Pay Me (Ft. Fruity) Lyrics

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I need a bitch that can pull me a bitch
Or turn a trick, or better yet, turn me on to a lick
I hope to know she a ho, who, who ain’t scared of this shit
I hope to know without a pimp, she a regular bitch
I give her gang for every situation, have her infatuated
I got the gift of gab, and the conversation who’s the nation
I need a couple more to expect Gucci’s operation
The one Matroppa Rapper, pimpin is my ocupation
So stop all that hezatation, all that procrastonation
Cooperation leads to indulging and fornacation
So Fruit, you say you love me, but bitch, I love the loot
I coppin blow, I’m in persute of a new prostitute

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse2: Fruity]
What you know about a ass shaking, money making nigga
Break a bitch, on some pimp shit, call me a pimp bitch
A surtified man, ? these hoes?
Tell him bring my money back, sure my shits in tackt, bitch
I say these bitches dreams, tell these hoes they on my team
A ? lookin ho, just done with ? skeem
Let me tell all you niggas a lil something bout me
I’m well trained, I’m off the chain, nigga, I ain’t ?

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 3: Fruty]
Some bitches talk the talk, but I be walking the walk
My nigga Gucci round M up, and I make sure they trick off
Dolo might, but I will, fuck you ? the ticket, pay yo meal
Some bitches need X, but my pussy be red and wet
Got so much game, guess you can say I’m a poetic pimp
VIP type bitch, I strut, fuck a limp
Niggas eyes be romen, when they see me pass
They wanna grab on this ass, I’m straight dropping for cash
? place a pillo under my knees?
Sippin and slerppin and spit
Hit a split and and slow ride yo dick, when I’m turnin tricks
All for the love of the straight drop clique
My nigga, all for the love of the straight drop clique

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

Y-Bash – Ballmaine lyrics

[Intro]
I can’t sleep I’m of that Caine 4x

[Hook]
Booted up Booted up Booted up
Like I’ve been shooting up
Fuck on that bitch she rooted up
Choppa bust your brain
I can’t even sleep I’m on that Caine yah
I just wanna die in new Balmain
We is not the same
Swear that by name
I ain’t even sane yah
Swear that by name
Swear that by name

[Verse]
High as fuck with my Woadies
Yeah they geekin
Your bitch on my dick sneaking
Like she sneaking
Yah Watch out for these niggas
Yeah the creepin’
Fuck right on that bitch
Oh yeah she squeezin’
Yah Yah Ice Cream with no bottle
Like I’m Gucci Mane man I fuck model
Man I fuck your bitch
She gone swallow, She gone swallow

[Bridge]
When I close my eyes
All see demons
All I see people
Yeah, that they dead
I can not brag
Yeah I get the bag
Then I Give back

[Pre-Chorus]
*Vocal Harmonisation*

[Hook]
Booted up Booted up Booted up
Like I’ve been shooting up
Fuck on that bitch she rooted up
Choppa bust your brain
I can’t even sleep I’m on that Caine yah
I just wanna die in new Balmain
We is not the same
Swear that by name
I ain’t even sane yah
Swear that by name
Swear that by name

[Outro]
Booted up 34x
I can’t even sleep
I’m on that Caine Yah
Booted up 40x

Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike – All I Need (feat. Gucci Mane) lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Dimitri, Mike and Gucci

[Verse 1]
Laying on the front line, vibing to the bass drums
Sipping on a 40
And someone’s on the rooftop, lighting up like Snoop Dogg
And it’s only Tuesday
I just wanna have a good time in the city shine lights, baby, baby
I don’t need, I don’t need nothing else
I don’t need, I don’t need nothing else

[Chorus]
We don’t have to wake up ’cause we didn’t sleep
I still got a full cup of that Hennessy
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life
5AM and we still feeling reckless
Piled up in the whip getting breakfast
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life

[Post-Chorus]
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I just wanna show you how to win, let me coach ya
I’m just tryna train ya, baby, turn you to my soldier
Tryna help you prosper, I’m a trap prophet
You know they really poppin’, they don’t really got it
I just wanna see you shop, shop ’til you drop
Pull out with the title top, drop out the lot
She don’t wanna leave the Wop, she know the night good
So watch the plot thick, so does Gucci’s heart thick

[Chorus]
We don’t have to wake up ’cause we didn’t sleep
I still got a full cup of that Hennessy
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life
5AM and we still feeling reckless
Piled up in the whip getting breakfast
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life

[Post-Chorus]
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life

[Bridge]
I just wanna have a good time in the city shine lights, baby, baby
I don’t need, I don’t need nothing else
I don’t need, I don’t need nothing else

[Chorus]
We don’t have to wake up ’cause we didn’t sleep
I still got a full cup of that Hennessy
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life
5AM and we still feeling reckless
Piled up in the whip getting breakfast
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life

Gucci Mane New Album “El Gato” May Arrive By Year End


Gucci Mane drop his new album, Mr. Davis, in October and now he might drop his next project, El Gato, by the end of the year.

Gucci is known to drop a lot of project simultaneously so this move shouldn’t come as a surprise. About two weeks after dropping Mr. Davis, the Atlanta rapper announced his next album, El Gato: The Human Glacier, on Twitter. “I’m naming my next album #El Gato the #HumanGlacier I wanna make 10 mo million for my honeymoon #1017 #MrDavisTheAlbum,” he tweeted.

Sources around the production are saying that he is looking to drop the album before Christmas. “The album is coming possibly before Christmas and that’s a fact,” sources told us. “El Gato look out because it will be album of the year contender and some surprise guest will be on it. This will be a Christmas present for the fans.” Gucci Mane just renewed his contract with Atlantic Records for a whopping $10 million, so perhaps that was the $10 million he spoke of when he announced that album last month.

Gucci Mane has released 11 studio albums since 2005 and since his released from prison last year May he released four albums including a joint project with Metro Boomin, DropTopWop. Gucci has been laser focused on making his money this year and has even found a way to profit off his wedding by having it broadcast on BET live. Seems he also found a way to profit off his honeymoon.

I'm naming my next album #El Gato the #HumanGlacier I wanna make 10 mo million for my honeymoon #1017 #MrDavisTheAlbum

— Gucci Mane (@gucci1017) October 24, 2017

Desiigner & PnB Rock Dropping A Joint Album Next Year


Desiigner and PnB Rock are on the verge of dropping a joint album.

Desiigner is currently working on his own upcoming album The Life Of Desiigner but so far there is no release date for the project. Now there are talks that he is working on a joint LP with PnB Rock. The Brooklyn rapper announced the project on Twitter a few days ago. “PNB AND DESIIGNER ALBUM… coming soon,” he tweeted. Desiigner has come under criticism from some rap fans recently who claimed that he dropped off. He responded on Instagram saying that he is far from dropped off.

“For all them haters out there man,” the rapper said while showing off his house and luxury car. “I don’t want to hear all that sh*t about Desiigner fell off, Desiigner never fell nowhere. I fell into a motherf***** mansion that I just bought in L.A., you know what am saying. Thank you to all my fans the album coming soon.”

The “Panda” rapper has been relatively quiet since score hit breakout hit single and a couple other notable collaborations. Earlier this year, he released a music video for his song with Gucci Mane, “Liife.” The “Tiimmy Turner” MC has been teasing his upcoming album and a mixtape for the past couple of months so naturally some fans are saying that they don’t believe that he will drop a project with PnB Rock anytime soon. So now its up to Desiigner to prove his haters wrong and drop something, whether it be his own personal project or this joint effort.

PnB Rock is currently gearing up to release his own debut album, Catch These Vibes, and earlier this year he released his GTTM: Going Thru The Motions mixtape. He then went on to get featured on XXL Freshman Class of 2017 which help further push his career this year.

PNB AND DESIIGNER ALBUM ???? ?? @pnbrock coming Soon

— Desiigner (@LifeOfDesiigner) November 8, 2017

#desiigner has some words for his haters

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Gucci Mane Gets $10 Million To Renew Atlantic Records Contract


Gucci Mane continues to bank paper this year with a $10 million deal with Atlantic Records to renew his contract.

The Atlanta rapper probably have the most impressive year of all the rappers on the planet. Gucci Mane walked out of prison in May last year a brand new man and the newness shined bright for the rest of last year and intensified this year. His Jamaican wife Keyshia Ka’oir has also been getting a lot of praise for helping the rapper turn his life around. “Thank You @AtlanticRecords for the 10 million dollar extension #ELGATOTheHumanGlacier I appreciate It sincerely,” Guwop wrote on Twitter.

Since leaving prison, Gucci Mane has been laser focused on making his paper and this new $10 million deal with Atlantic Records is just the latest episode of his money making spree. Guwop and Ka’oir have even found a way to profit off their wedding which aired live on BET and now they are planning to make more dough off their honeymoon.Ka’oir also revealed recently during an interview that she made $30 million from her cosmetic and fitness line.

Gucci Mane has been known to release a ton of new music in a short space of time. His new album Mr. Davis was released on October 13th this year and now he is already working on his next project, El Gato The Human Glacier. He didn’t reveal a release date for that project but it will be the first album on his new deal with Atlantic. “I feel like I’m a brand new artist working on his 1st album #ELGATOTheHumanGlacier,” he tweeted. Gucci Mane has released two mixtapes and three albums since his release from prison which is roughly a year and a half ago. He is also featured on a number of singles from other artists and they have all been hits.

Thank You @AtlanticRecords for the 10 million dollar extension #ELGATOTheHumanGlacier
I appreciate It sincerely

— Gucci Mane (@gucci1017) November 8, 2017

I feel like I'm a brand new artist working on his 1st album #ELGATOTheHumanGlacier

— Gucci Mane (@gucci1017) November 8, 2017

Gucci Mane Brother Angry He Or His Mon Wasn’t Invited To Wedding


Gucci Mane brother is furious at the rapper for not inviting he or he and Keyshia Ka’oir’s wedding.

Gucci Mane spent $1.7 million on his royal theme wedding and a lot of his celebrity pals were there to celebrate with his. But surprising his mother and his younger brother, Nate Davis, were not at the lavish affair in Miami on Monday night and now we are learning that they weren’t invited. Nate spoke with TMZ on Saturday where he said that he wanted to be there for his brother but never got the chance to.

“He didn’t let me go to the wedding,” Nate told TMZ live. “I’m happy for him. He went through hell to get to paradise where he at now. Me or my mom didn’t go. We still reflect on it. That’s just another chapter we have to close in our life… I feel real bad Ra [Radric] didn’t invite me to his wedding. I really wanted to be there for him. Just as a brother standpoint. Just to support you, guide you, however you need me to.”

Radric Davis is Gucci Mane’s government name. His brother Nate added that he has no idea why Guwop left him and their mother ghost and didn’t offer up any theory either. Gucci spend three years in prison before his released last year May and that’s when his life was transformed. We also know that his wife Keyshia Ka’oir supported him throughout his stint in prison and during a time when his life was spiraling out of control. “It’s hard because, I don’t know, she don’t know. Left us in…ghost,” Nate added.

Gucci Mane also has a new album out Mr. Davis that is doing very well. The rapper and his new bride also has a 10 part reality TV show on BET and part of the series broadcast his wedding live on Monday night on the network.

Young Dolph Album “Thinking Out Loud” (Stream & Download)


Young Dolph new album “Thinking Out Loud” is now available for streaming and download on Apple Music.

Dolph announced the project last week following his release from the hospital for gunshot wounds. The rapper decided to take full advantage of the extra publicity he is now getting as a result of getting shot last month. Aside from recovering from his injuries, Young Dolph finds himself in the studio to lay down some new tracks for his new mixtape “Thinking Out Loud.”

The project comes with 10 tracks and features Gucci Mane, DRAM, Ty Dolla $ign, and 2 Chainz as guest features. Among the production credits, you will find names like Zaytoven, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Drumma, Mike WiLL Made-It, among others. The album comes on the heels of a shooting in Hollywood last month where Young Dolph was shot several times. An affiliate of Yo Gotti was arrested and charged with attempted murder.

Thinking Out Loud Tracklist:

1. “What’s the Deal” (prod. by DJ Squeeky)
2. “Pacific Ocean” (prod. by Teddy Walton, co-prod. by Aaron Bow)
3. “Point Across” (prod. by Zaytoven)
4. “Drippy” (prod. by Mike WiLL Made-It)
5. “Believe Me” (prod. by Cassius Jay)
6. “All of Mine” Feat. D.R.A.M. (prod. by OZ)
7. “Go Get Sum Mo” Feat. Gucci Mane, 2 Chainz & Ty Dolla $ign (prod. by Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
8. “Thinking Out Loud” (prod. by Buddha Bless)
9. “Eddie Cane” (prod. by Buddha Bless)
10 “While U Here” (prod. by Drumma Boy)

Gucci Mane’s Wife Keyshia Ka’Oir Shot Back At Critics


Gucci Mane‘s wife Keyshia Ka’Oir is already feeling the hate on social media.

The couple tied the knot in a lavish wedding ceremony on Tuesday night in Miami. The $1.7 million wedding was broadcast live on BET and millions of fans tuned in. The couple are now on their honeymoon but Keyshia Ka’Oir had to deal with some social media trolls who started rumors about her having three kids in Jamaica. One female even posted a video on Twitter claiming that she is her sister and did not get an invitation to her wedding.

“I do not have three kids in Jamaica,” she tweeted, before adding in a second tweet, “I do not have a sister !!! I’m the only girl! I have 3 brothers and one is dead!.” Ka’oir was born in St. Thomas, Jamaica before migrating to the United States. Before she started dating Gucci Mane, she was a video model and head of her own cosmetic company.

Gucci Mane and Keyshia Ka’oir also landed their own reality TV show on BET and the wedding night premier of the show is now the number one cable series premiere so far this year. Guwop has been showering his new bride with gifts including a Rolls Royce Wraith and some expensive jewelries. Gucci proposed to Ka’oir last year at a Atlanta Hawks NBA game. The rapper planned the whole thing out including the time when the pair would appear on the jumbotron. The past year has been hugely successful for Gucci Man who has released four albums already since his release from prison last year. He also released his auto-biography last month to rave reviews.

I DO NOT HAVE THREE KIDS IN JAMAICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

— Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@KeyshiaKaoir) October 19, 2017

I DO NOT HAVE A SISTER !!! I'M THE ONLY GIRL! I HAVE 3 BROTHERS & ONE IS DEAD!

— Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@KeyshiaKaoir) October 19, 2017

Say what nowwwwwwww? pic.twitter.com/O2J4lnGDPb

— Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@KeyshiaKaoir) October 19, 2017

Gucci Mane Gave New Bride Keyshia Ka’oir A Rolls Royce


Gucci Mane has been showing his new bride Keyshia Ka’oir with gifts including a Rolls Royce Wraith.

The Atlanta rapper and his model girlfriend Keyshia Ka’oir, who is Jamaican by the way, got married in a lavish wedding ceremony in Miami on Tuesday night that was aired live on BET. The wedding reportedly cost north of $1.7 million and was fitted for the royal family. The couple received a ton of support from their celebrity friends and from Gucci’s massive fan base.

In the days leading up to the wedding, all eyes were on the stunning bride Keyshia Ka’oir who has been getting a lot of praise for helping Gucci Mane to turn his life around. For that loyalty, he gave her the wedding of her dreams and some expensive gifts like a Rolls Royce Wraith that cost $317,000 and some expensive jewelry. Gucci also got himself a matching Wraith and showed off the ultra expensive cars on his Instagram page.

A number of celebrities were in attendance at the couple’s wedding including Big Sean, Jhene Aiko, Lil Yachty and his mom, Rick Ross, 2 Chainz, Kim Zolciak-Biermann, Karrueche Tran, and Sean “Diddy” Combs.

His and Hers Guwop bought his wife a Wraith!

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OMG!! My baby is the best!!! #NewWhipAlert tune in tmrw as our wedding airs live on BET at 10pm 10/17

A post shared by Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@keyshiakaoir) on Oct 16, 2017 at 6:47pm PDT

BFF's #TheWopsters?

A post shared by Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@keyshiakaoir) on Oct 18, 2017 at 6:35am PDT

Me & my husbandddddddddddddd?

A post shared by Keyshia Ka'oir Davis (@keyshiakaoir) on Oct 17, 2017 at 9:48pm PDT

Happy Wife Happy Life

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Gucci Mane Ft. A$AP Rocky – Jumped Out The Whip Lyrics


(Intro: Gucci Mane)
Huh, Gucci
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)
Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

(Verse 1: Gucci Mane)
We just rolled in the lot, hoe, hoe what you got?
Make a ni**a spend his last like a hole in his pocket
Ice on swole, swole overload, Jenny from the block
B*tch, I wanna enter every hole that you got
Sugar daddy Gucci Mane, I’m holding a knot
You can’t even fathom all the hundreds I got
I’ma give you money if you want it or not
A red droptop Phantom just swerved in the lot
Guwop got a sack, have you heard it or not?
And they gon’ fuck with Wop whether they nervous or not
Baby, is you gon’ give me the service or not?
‘Cause that’s a big factor if we splurging or not
Why your friend tryna’ block for? She know you a thot, hoe
It ain’t nuthin’ wrong with fucking Gucci on the top floor
Diamonds draped all over me, so drink me on the rocks
This b*tch so fucking nasty, I might buy this b*tch a watch

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)
Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

(Verse 2: A$AP Rocky)
Uhh, where she go? There she go
Perico straight from Mexico
Ten kilos, called up Federico
Ready, go, gave Wop some top like there he go
Word to grandaddy Q, came through, couple old hoes acting new
The clothes on bare back and new, the clothes he got on coming soon
I be living life cautious, keep it moving like motions
Keep it smooth, I’m like lotion, we’ve been swimmin like n’oceans
Why these ni**as like vultures? Dang, these b*tches got motives
So much Gucci on the loafers, I’ma turn into the spokesman
Oh, it go Wop linked up with the Mob
I say Guwop, let’s hit the block, linked up in Dubai

(Chorus: Gucci Mane)
Her hair down to her asshole, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her ass all on her back, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
Her shoe game is fantastic, yeah I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch
She don’t fuck with broke ni**as, and I love that sh*t
I just jumped out the whip with a bad little b*tch

Gucci Mane Album “Mr. Davis” (Stream & Download)


Gucci Mane new album Mr. Davis is now available on iTunes/Apple Music and Spotify for streaming and download.

The highly anticipated project was originally set for a September 15th release date but was pushed back three weeks due to production setbacks. Gucci said in a previous interview with MTV that he had planned on dropping the album on October 17th, but then decided to drop it a bit early because that is the day that he is getting married. Nevertheless, his fans will be happy to get their hands on his new body of work early.

The album Mr. Davis comes with 17 tracks with four of them released before the album drop. So far this year Gucci Mane released “I Get the Bag” featuring Migos, “Curve” featuring The Weeknd, “Tone it Down” with Chris Brown, and “Make Love” which features a killer verse from Nicki Minaj. Elsewhere on the album you can find Big Sean on the single “Changed,” Monica on “We Ride,” ScHoolboy Q on “Lil Story,” Ty Dolla $ign on “Enormous,” Slim Jxmmi and Young Dolph on “Stunting Ain’t Nuthin,” Rico Love on “Miss My Woe,” and A$AP Rocky on the single “Jumped Out the Whip.” So you will find a lot of features on the album.

This is the second album from Gucci Mane this year after dropping the collaborative effort DropTopWop with Metro Boomin in May. That project saw some guest verses from 2 Chainz, Young Dolph, Rick Ross, and Offset. That project also earned Guwop some rave reviews for the shared content of the album. While you’re still bumping DropTopWop, you can now add Mr. Davis to your Gucci Mane playlist.

You can now stream and download the Mr. Davis on iTunes/Apple Music and Spotify below.

Check out the full tracklist for the album Mr. Davis.

1. “Work in Progress (Intro)
2. “Back On”
3. “I Get the Bag” – (feat. Migos)
4. “Stunting Ain’t Nuthin” – (feat. Slim Jxmmi & Young Dolph)
5. “Curve” – (feat. The Weeknd)
6. “Enormous” – (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)
7. “Members Only”
8. “Money Make Ya Handsome”
9. “Changed” – (feat. Big Sean)
10. “We Ride” – (feat. Monica)
11. “Lil Story” – (feat. ScHoolboy Q)
12. “Tone It Down” – (feat. Chris Brown)
13. “Make Love” – (feat. Nicki Minaj)
14. “Money Piling”
15. “Jumped Out the Whip” – (feat. A$AP Rocky)
16. “Miss My Woe” – (feat. Rico Love)
17. “Made It (Outro)”

Lil Pump – Iced Out Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yuh
Huh? Lil Pump, Lil Pump!
2-17 on the track!

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain, iced out ring
Yeah I feel like Gucci Mane, diamonds Aquafina, rain
I could pay your bitch a trip, Maseratis at the crib
She just love the way I drip, only wear designer kicks
Ayy, ayy, iced out chain, I’m a walkin’ Brinks truck
Keep my thang tucked, if I bust you better stay ducked
Dropped out 9th grade, dropped out straight to the Milwaukee Bucks
Could’ve been at Harvard servin’ juugs, but I don’t give a fuck

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Deuces
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, freezin’ (ice freezin’)
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, sneezin’ (achoo, sneezin’)
4, 5, 6 on (4, 5, 6 on)
Neck on freon (neck on freon)
Yellow like a [?] (yellow like a [?])
I don’t fuck with peons (peons)
Primetime, Deion
What’s up, Lil Pump? (What’s up, Lil Pump?)
12 gauge, lil’ pump (lil’, lil’ pump)
Get money, rule one (rule one)
Lil’ waist, big butt (big butt)
I like the way it sit up (sit up)
You ain’t really gettin’ money (what?)
Put that lil’ shit up (hah, lil’ shit up)
I make ’em open stores (yeah)
I make ’em close the store (yeah)
I’m in the Gucci store (what?)
I’m ’bout to overdose (huh)
Pockets on overload
I never sold my soul
What you want me to turn you on?
I got the remote control

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Outro: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

Gucci Mane – Curve lyrics

The complete Curve lyrics by Gucci Mane.

Curve lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane & The Weeknd]
Huh, Gucci
XO (yeah)
1-0 (yeah)
1-7 (yeah)
Brrr! Brrr! Go!

[Verse 1: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
The kid back on the whiskey
Virginia Black got me tipsy
I’m in L.A. like I’m Nipsey
Spanish girls wanna kiss me
A nigga wanna come and diss me
And put a hex like a gypsy
They kill themselves, no wrist bleed
Got suicides on my SV
She do it all for the Fendi
She do it all for the Gucci (Gucci!)
Baby girl wanna choose me
She wanna use and abuse me
I know she wanna text me (wow)
I know she wanna sex me (damn)
50 thou’ make her neck freeze
Fuck her once like “next, please” (brrr, brrr)
My nigga, who would’ve thought? (Huh?)
My nigga, who would’ve thought now? (Now)
I’ll be right back at the top now
I’ll be right back at the top now
I got your girl on my finger
Blowin’ my phone like she’s single
Blowin’ my phone like I’m Cee-Lo (damn)
Somebody needs to come get her (like damn)

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
Like, “Woo!”
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I know you want the Birkin
Baby, are you worth it?
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (brrr)
I need to know for certain (it’s Gucci!)
Tell me, are you worth it?

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[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Say I, a star was born last night
Way you showed out on that dick, girl, you performed last night
That’s why you deserve that first class flight
Bye bye, ’cause I just quenched your thirst last night
I’m in Dubai
Somebody tell the prince that the kingpin has arrived
If I lived over here, I’d prolly have one hundred wives (damn!)
Walkin’ in the club and they like, “Gucci just arrived” (Gucci!)
I ordered up a dub and then I threw it in the sky
I told her I’m iight, now she look like she surprised (I’m iight)
She look like a model, but a devil in disguise
Bum, bum-bum-bum, I feel like Rocky in his prime
You know you came to fuck, so why the fuck we wastin’ time?
I got the kind of wood that make a woman lose her mind
I’m young, rich and handsome, baby, I’m one of a kind
Just keep it real with me, baby, it won’t cost you a dime (Gucci!)
I know you got expensive taste and I don’t even mind

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
Like, “Woo!”
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (got that work)
I know you want the Birkin
Baby, are you worth it?
With the curve (with the curve, it’s Gucci!)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work
I need to know for certain
Tell me, are you worth it? (You know Wop)

Fetish – Selena Gomez feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Selena Gomez – Fetish

Take it or leave it
Baby take it or leave it
But I know you won’t leave it
‘Cause I know that you need it
Look in the mirror
When I look in the mirror
Baby I see it clearer
Why you wanna be nearer.(fetish)

I’m not surprised
I sympathize, ah
I can’t deny
Your appetite, ahhh.

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too.

Reaching your limit
Say you’re reaching your limit
Going over your limit
But I know you can’t quit it
Something about me
Got you hooked on my body
Take you over and under and twisted up like origami.

I’m not surprised
I sympathize, ahhh
Versuri-lyrics.info
I can’t deny
Your appetite, ah.

You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too.

The way you walk, the way you talk
I blame you ’cause it’s all your fault
Ya playin’ hard, don’t turn me off
Ya acting hard, but I know you soft
You my fetish, I’m so with it
All these rumors bein’ spreaded
Might as well go ‘head and whip it
‘Cause they sayin’ we already did it
Call on Gucci if you ever need and
I’ll be South Beach in the drop top gleamin’
Order diamonds, Aquafina
Just need you in a blue bikini.

You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me tooo.
Selena Gomez lyrics
Lyrics Selena Gomez

She on my dyck – Rick Ross feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Rick Ross – She on my dyck

Who at the door? Put the money up
I’ma been done kilt one of these niggas ’round here, man
Who dat is? Uhhhhh(she on my dyck)

I had to wet the donkey, get some pillow seats
Pork n’ bean projects is where the killers be
Can’t be talkin’ all loud or niggas gettin’ shot
Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
All my niggas out the scott snagged the quick slop
Swear to God, I’ma die for this wristwatch
Growin’ up at risco, they called us piss poor
Realest nigga in the city, let a b*tch know
Red bottoms, all white just to shoot dice
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I’m Big Mike
Jabar home, goin’ on his fifth Rolls Royce
I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys
Fake golds, niggas front with these dracos
Walk up on ’em with the forty and the case closed
Double M the label with the most pesos
I bought a condo and that b*tch got eight floors

She on my d*ck, she on my dyck
Richest nigga in the city so she on my d*ck
It make sense, she on my d*ck
Makin’ moves in the city so she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
I’m makin’ moves, she on my d*ck.

I get a rush when I see these b*tches watchin’ me
It’s like a high when I see these b*tches jockin’ me
She on my d*ck like she heard what I’m orderin’
Drop top Mulsanne, it’s just one of these
She on my d*ck like she seen some’ she shouldn’t’ve seen
Two hundred thou’, one hundred’s crammed in my Givenchy jeans
And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team
And I just wanna paint her face like it’s Maybelline
Bill Belichick, I just got another ring versuri-lyrics.info
Bust another check and I just bought a new machine
And like the Chargers I’m about to move the team
You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghin’.

She on my d*ck, she on my dyck
Richest nigga in the city so she on my d*ck
It make sense, she on my d*ck
Makin’ moves in the city so she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
I’m makin’ moves, she on my d*ck.

Baby girl, do your thing in your Vera Wang
Ever dealt with a nigga still dealin’ cocaine?
Never made it to the game before it’s halftime
Ten stacks for the seats, so you can have mine
Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes
Pop a bottle every time you niggas flatline
Lot of b*tches but I focus on my Fab Five
Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride
b*tch hair nappy girl, you need that rich s**t
It take real heart to wanna be a rich b*tch
She was the youngest and her mama had six kids
Called her a dummy but she turned into a rich b*tch
Run with a nigga with some money out in Memphis
She was postin’ pics of the gifts that he would gift her
But the p*ssy goes to the richest nigga
And guess what? Rozay is that nigga!

She on my d*ck, she on my dyck
Richest nigga in the city so she on my d*ck
It make sense, she on my d*ck
Makin’ moves in the city so she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
She on my d*ck, she on my d*ck
I’m makin’ moves, she on my d*ckkk.
Rick Ross lyrics
Video Rick Ross

Make love – Gucci Mane feat. Nicki Minaj lyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Make love

Uhhh, Gucci
Wanna make love, love, love.

King of the skreets
And when these suckas see me, they should bow to my feet
And kiss the ground underneath
I look down at the beef
That shit childish to me
Two hundred thousand to see me
And it’s been sold out for weeks
Can’t brush shoulders with me
These stones in my choker are 2 karats apiece
Look like boulders to me
Damn, who colder than me?
You think he colder than me?
You more bipolar than me
You talkin’ crazy
I’m tryna book Beyoncé for my wedding day
I’m the type of nigga, spend a million on a wedding cake
Niggas hate, but hesitate versuri-lyrics.info
They hate to see ya elevate
I just left out the gym
I’m ’bout to take a swim and meditate
Woooo!
Now it’s time to celebrate
Ask me why I’m smilin’
I say, “‘Cause I make two mil’ a day”
And I might take your b*tch and pay her bills
That’s how I feel today
And I just wanna f*ck
Don’t wanna chill, that’s how I feel today.

I’m makin’ money like I’m makin’ sweet love
I wanna make love, love, love
She say the money make her wanna make love
Wanna make love, love, love, huh.

Ay yo, ain’t talkin’ housewives, but I’m in the Porsche
First I’ma scorch her, then I’ma torch her
Then I’ma torture her, then I’ma off her
A million dollars for a show, they made their off-er
Go against Nicki, it’s gon’ cost ya
‘Cause now it’s f*ck ya, intercourse ya
I rep Queens where they listen to a bunch of Nas
I’m a yes and these b*tches is a bunch of nahs
Tryin’ to win a gunfight with a bunch of knives
I win, get off the bench and give a bunch of fives
I don’t see her
b*tch I’m the greatest, no Kendrick and no Sia
I’m the iPhone, you the Nokia
Everybody know you jealous, b*tch it’s so clear
Tell them bum ass b*tches to play their role
She see my sexy ass every time she scroll
I got it in the can, Dole
Your career gon’ be with Anna Nicole
Witcha dumbass face
She ain’t eatin’ but I swear she got some bum ass taste
Text her man like, “Dawg, how that bum ass taste?”
Pay your rent! And stay in your bum ass place
Oooohhh, oh you the qu-e-e-the queen of this here?
One platinum plaque, album flopped, b*tch, where?
Hahaha, ahhhhhhh
I took two bars off just to laugh
You see, silly rabbit, to be the queen of rap
You gotta sell records, you gotta get plaques
S, plural like the S on my chest
Now sit your dumbass down
You got an F on your test.

I’m makin’ money like I’m makin’ sweet love
I wanna make love, love, love
She say the money make her wanna make love
Wanna make love, love, love, huh.

I love to see the money stack up
Hope that we don’t ever, ever break up
Wanna make love, love, loveee.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video love

Evander Griiim – Right Now (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
What’s happenin’?
Griiim
(burr burr)
And Gucci!

[Hook: Evander Griiim]
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pussy, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now

[Verse 1: Evander Griiim]
Niggas try to ride my wave but can’t swim
Nigga you be chewing too, too much
Got a foreign in my foreign, and she snorin’
Little nigga I’m the GOAT, ’bout to trip it
Eski-eski-eskimo, I’m so cold
Ride around with my neck, and my wrist
On froze, nigga gold, all gold
All gold, all the hoes, all the drip
Poppin’ pussy, nigga woah, with my gold
Nigga tax me I’ma flip, with my thumb
Poppin’ pussy with my thumb, with my thumb, right
Right now
Throw it baby, bust it open, right now
All I wanted was a ten and a four
All I get it for the low, for the low
Hit that nigga, I’m the plug, right now
Send that nigga with the bugs, right now
All my bitches kiss bitches, and they wealthy
And they suckin’ for the selfie
I’m so petty, oh so petty
Oh shit, hot shit, I’m that nigga since
Eighth grade, poppin’ shit in the hallways
Yellin’ dope, hella dope, this the new me
Suckin’, signing, double D’s, overseas

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Just got off the stage, I need thirty bitches right now
I’m so piped up, ain’t no way that I can pipe down
The way I lay that pipe down she say that she my wife now
But I just want a good suck up and a decent wipe down
Slidin’, leather seats reclinin’
Blinding with expensive diamonds
Rolex with exquisite timing
Dining on exotic islands
Grinding like I’m nickel’n’diming
I’m the king of Ace of Diamonds
Got to eat up all this flavor
My lean eating up my stomach lining
I can spend five hundred thousand now and get it right back
Say he want to be like Gucci Mane, he on the right track
Got a lil young ho that hittin’ it, say she coming right back
Keep her up all night and eyes both wide just like a night owl

[Hook: Evander Griiim]
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pussy, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pussy, all the fame, right now
Right now

Natasha Mosley – Drunk (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Natasha Mosley & Gucci Mane]
Whoop that ass
Gucci
Aw yeah, yeah
Wop
Mmm
It’s Gucci, burr, burr
Dodge

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I just want you to fuck me like you need me
Text me when you leave me
Bein’ with him hard as hell
But bein’ with me is easy
Breezy, freaky
Get excited when you see me
Touch me, tease me
Get mad when you can’t reach me
Gucci Mane and Tasha
And Zaytiggy and the beazzie
Tasha, you so sexy, fly
You out like every weekend
I’m diggin’, she reachin’
I’m climbin’, she peekin’
I expect grown folks to hate on us
Girl, everybody’s peepin’
I’m not so gangsta that I can say
I love the way she slingin’
Gucci Mane a money man
Look at all the cash I’m bringin’
I will show you like 200 thou
And that’s just on one pinkie
Girl, you got me feelin’ drunk
And I’m not even drinkin’

[Hook: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’

[Verse 2: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you makin’ all the flips
We takin’ shoppin’ trips
Coppin’ drops and shit
Both got rocks on wrists, got rocks on fists
Ooh we ain’t even worried ’bout these bitches
Droppin’ hits, ain’t got a pot to piss
Her man no boyfriend until my partner quit
Relockin’ this
Just don’t be makin’ promises you won’t keep, baby
Time for you to show how much you want me, baby
Pick me up and put me where you want me, baby
I ain’t had your love yet, so don’t leave, baby
What that I like
Just here without you and I knew it
It feel like a knife
Just the type I like
And you so fine, you make it my mind
Just at 3 clock in the mornin’ when you hungry
This that I gotta have it, your one and only
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Natasha Mosley]
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
Boy, you got me drunk and I ain’t even drinkin’
Faded off your love and I ain’t even thinkin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’
I love it when you come and hit it when you leavin’

[Outro: Natasha Mosley & Gucci Mane]
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Wop
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Gucci
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Burr
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Burr
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
I want your love
I want your love

Lil Peep – Gucci Mane (Hellboy Mixtape)

[Hook]
Cocaine in your bitch brain
I make it rain where my bitch say
No pain when my mind fade
I’ve been high since last Friday
Dope veins wear the cold chain
Switchin’ lanes bumpin’ Gucci Mane
I don’t listen what my friends say
I can’t cry, but I’m a cry baby
I can’t lie, I might die, baby
But as long as I’m alive, we gon’ shine, baby
Look me in my eyes, baby
I’ve been high since last Friday

[Verse]
I can’t drive, but lets ride baby
And as long as I’m alive, I’mma die, baby
Time flies on the highway
I’ve been high since last Friday

[Hook]
Cocaine in your bitch brain
I make it rain where my bitch say
No pain when my mind fade
I’ve been high since last Friday
Dope veins wear the cold chain
Switchin’ lanes bumpin’ Gucci Mane
I don’t listen what my friends say
I can’t cry, but I’m a cry baby
I can’t lie, I might die, baby
But as long as I’m alive, we gon’ shine, baby
Look me in my eyes, baby
I’ve been high since last Friday

Slippery – Migos feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Migos – Slippery

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water.(slippery)

(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr).

Hey, hey, hey, tater tot
f*ck niggas on my radar watch (watchin’)
Crocodile hunter, turn ’em to some gator shots (urr)
Iced out watch (ice), ridin’ round ten o’ clock (ten)
Ridin’ round, geeked up, damn, think it’s three o’ clock (three)
Four o’ clock (four), five o’ clock, six o’ clock (five)
I’m gon pop, if I don’t I’m back to the pot (whip)
I got rocks (rocks), big bales, big arms (bales)
Tommy gun, come out and play let’s have fun (yeah)
Big scales (scales), fishscale, big weight (fish)
Iceberg (ice), ice tray, ice tray (woo)
Plug called (called), tried to front, I don’t need it (brrt)
I don’t need it (brrt)
Pockets strong, wrist anemic (strong)
Get freezy (freezy), young nigga pay your debt-is (debt-is)
Grandma (grandma) auntie Ab and auntie Neesa (Neese)
Uncle Bo, auntie Greta serve ya perkys (Greta)
Auntie Eva, she got a pound she might just serve it.

Pop a perky just to start up
(pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr).

Hey, hey, hey, slippery, she numbin’ me, that tongue on me
Honestly (honest), she f*ck with me, a wife to be (wife)
In Italy, bought her a fur, look like the wildebeest (rarr)
Just chill with me (chill)
It is no worry, it is a bill to me (it ain’t nothin’)
I pull up Diablo, I pull up with models
I gave her her first Philippe (Philippe)
We goin’ full throttle, she swallowed the bottle
I’m all in her ovaries (ahh)
I gave her some dollars
I Gucci’d her collar now she can’t get over me (heyyy)
She wanna dose of me (dose)
Just hop in the Ghost with me (Ghost)
Perky and molly, don’t vote for nobody
These b*tch ass niggas ain’t solid (solid)
Run in your house and with pumps and the shotties
Your mom might be up inside it (bah)
Cars robotic, bad b*tch with a body
But really don’t care nothing about it (uh-uh)
Cappin’ and poppin’, I seen that lil Masi
I coulda pulled up and just shot ya ( brrt)
It’s a jungle, I let off some fire (some fire).

Pop a perky just to start up
(pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr).

I rock water, diamonds, I’m drippin’ but not slippin’
I threw a quarter, (well damn) but no I’m not trippin’
Bugatti on Forgi’s, and nawl, I’m not crippin’
I buy Ferrari’s like Jordans
I’m Mike and y’all Pippen
Chillin’, just me and my millions
Niggas, they all in they feelin’s
My b*tches, I spoil them like children
So persistent, if I want it, I go get it
I’m so slimy, grimy, sheisty but still shining
Rude and unkindly, cruel with no conscious
Drop the top on College, nigga I ain’t with no nonsense
And I’m a murderer nigga but I don’t promote violence.

Dead shot (brrt), AK make your head rock (brrt)
Red dot, retro 8, Jordan they in stock
Lean on rocks (Act)
Perkys, mollies, xannies, rocks (roxies)
Oxycontin (oxyies)
Takeoff I’m your med doc (Takeoff!)
Leg lock (leg)
The key I got, unlock the box (box)
What’s in that box, huh?
Don’t tell em they might show the cops (shh)
Wrist watch (bite), abnormal so I flood the clock (ice)
Money flop, panties drop, that’s when them titties pop (woo)
Free my partners (John Wicc)
‘Til they free it’s f*ck the cops (f*ck ’em)
They know I geek a lot
They don’t know I keep a Glock (clueless)
Ain’t been no drought (where)
They think I been sleep a lot
They think I’m dumb (dumb)
They don’t know I see the plot (see it)
f*ck it I seize a knot.

Pop a perky just to start up
(pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)
Hey, hey, heyyy.
Migos lyrics
Video Migos

Evander Griiim feat. Gucci Mane – Right Now (Remix) Lyrics

(Intro – Gucci Mane)
What’s happening?
Griiim
burr burr
And Gucci!

(Chorus – Griiim)
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pu**y, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now

(Verse 1 – Griiim)
Ni**as try to ride my wave but can’t swim
Ni**a you be chewing too, too much
Got a foreign in my foreign, and she snoring
Little ni**a I’m the Goat, bout to trip it
Eski, eski, eskimo, I’m so cold
Ride around with my neck, and my wrist
On froze, ni**a gold, all gold
All gold, all the hoes, all the drip
Popping pu**y, ni**a woah, with my gold
Ni**a tax me I’ma flip, with my thumb
Popping pu**y with my thumb, with my thumb, right
Right now
Throw it baby, bust it open, right now
All I wanted was a ten and a four
All I get it for the low, for the low
Hit that ni**a, I’m the plug, right now
Send that ni**a with the bugs, right now
All my bi**hes kiss bi**hes, and they wealthy
And they s**king for the selfie
I’m so petty, oh so petty
Oh s**t, hot s**t, I’m that ni**a since
Eighth grade, popping s**t in the hallways
Yelling dope, hella dope, this the new me
S**king, signing, double D’s, overseas

(Verse 2 – Gucci Mane)
Just got off the stage, I need thirty bitches right now
I’m so piped up, ain’t no way that I can pipe down
The way I lay that pipe down she say that she my wife now
But I just want a good s**k up and a decent wipe down
Slidin’, leather seats reclining
Blinding with expensive diamonds
Rolex with exquisite timing
Dining on exotic islands
Grinding like I’m nickel’n’diming
I’m the king of Ace of Diamonds
Got to eat up all this flavor
My lean eating up my stomach lining
I can spend five hundred thousand now and get it right back
Say he want to be like Gucci Mane, he on the right track
Got a lil young ho that hitting it, say she coming right back
Keep her up all night and eyes both wide just like a night owl

(Chorus – Griiim)
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pu**y, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pu**y, all the fame, right now
Right now

Gucci Mane – Stutter (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Hook]
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad, lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit

[Verse 1]
I’m just tryna fight it off, ain’t tryna nut too quick
She make me wanna take her, she’s another nigga bitch
A bitch that Gucci Mane can’t get, man that bitch don’t exist
This dick so good, I take it from her, she might slit her wrist
Bling blaww burr, I put diamonds on her clit
Fucked her in the air, yeah she ride me on the jet
His and her fur, yeah I bought my chick a fit
Like Edward Scissorhands, yeah she cut up on that dick
G-g-g-good god, so why she standing back like a pic?
Spaghetti straps in my Maybach, she showing off her tits
She ran off on the plug, so I’ma smash her at the Ritz
S-skeeted in her mouth so now she talkin’ with a lisp

[Hook]
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit

[Verse 2]
I told her bring a friend with her but she just brought some twins
Three girls and one Gucci Mane god damn I’m goin’ in
All these Franklins on me man I said my name was Ben
Magic City Monday night, I just threw up a ten
Nigga with a attitude I feel like Cube and Ren
These two ice cubes in my ear they cost a quarter M
That pussy hairy scarin’ me god damn she need to trim
The way that bitch took care of me she might get her a Benz
She suck me til’ it tickle me, slow down the neighbors listening
I got her like ten necklaces, you know my diamonds glistenin’
She fucked me then she shot me with her friends, I think she trickin’ me
Her nigga know about me but god damn he can’t get rid of me
She stutter step, sweet in lingerie
I beat it up like MMA she drank it up like Alizé
Eight latin hoes in my room I feel like it’s the fifth of May
Pull up on the kid, you dig?
But bitch I ain’t got time to play

[Hook]
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit
I-I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit
I-I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit

Gucci Mane – Crash (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

(Shutup)
Gucci

I let my pockets do the talkin’
I ain’t got nothin’ to say
And if that bitch ain’t pussy poppin’
Get the fuck out my face
And if you niggas ain’t talkin ’bout profit
Then yall ass in the way
LIL’ NIGGA
Talkin loud when he know he a lame

Claimin’ blood
Hell naw, boy you know you’s a dud
Fiendin cuz(?)
Hell naw, boy we know you’s a scrub
Where the love at?
Naw, man you gets no love
Cuz you a lame!
How the fuck you even get in the club?

I got insane young niggas and they trained to go
I point my fingers like a cross, and god send em to yo door
Man yall niggas ain’t no killas, man yall niggas some hoes
Man yall niggas ain’nt no dealers, man yall niggas some Js
I don’t blame you, i blame yo daddy. It was how you was raised

Should take this (?) belt and beat you with it
Like back in the day
You say that Gucci Mane is crazy and I say "I agree"
But they stole so much sauce that I heard their record
And thought it was me
It’s Gucci

LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(talkin trash nigga, but i just wanna crash)

Think you ahead of me nigga?
What you said to me nigga?
Talkin’ shit on the internet, you scared of me nigga?
I got 10 million put away, you can belittle me nigga
LIL NIGGA, dig yo grave I’ll bury yo ass with the figures

LIL NIGGA
I’m the one you wanted to grow up to be
LIL NIGGA
But you’ll never ever, ever be me
LIL NIGGA
Ask yo bitch i bet she say I’m the truth
Matter of fact I’m daydreamin’ about her right now in the booth

Ya Lil BITCH
Wanna crash? We can crash all night
200 rounds in my clip, we can blast all night
LIL BITCH
Speak softly and walk real light
I cut yo head off nigga, you know that plugs don’t fight
It’s Gucci

LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(crash, we can crash i just i just i just crash)
LIL NIGGA
(we can crash nigga i just wanna crash)
LIL NIGGA
(talkin trash nigga, but i just wanna crash)

Gucci Mane – Greatest Show On Earth (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro]
I get you fuckers locked up for a quarter key
I told you motherfuckers not to fuck with me
Mike WiLL Made It

[Verse 1]
Gucci Mane, and I’m a one man band
Big papa, I got a brand new bag
Fresh out the feds, I got a brand new swag
I don’t mean to brag, but let my mink coat drag
In Vegas they treat me like I’m Elvis Presley
She using her eyes to undress the sexy
Who wanna come down and be the next contestant?
The list get the chance to hang in Gucci’s section
I walk in the spot like I own the venue
You might find your girlfriend on my private menu
But please don’t leave cause I ain’t tryin’ to offend you
But don’t blame me, she got her own agenda
Tie dye shirt on like we at Coachella
Let’s make love and make these other hoes jealous
I might just jump in the crowd like I’m performing heavy metal
I’m one of a kind like this is [?]

[Hook]
Shout out every word in my verse
I need you to scream with me ’til it hurt
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth (Gucci!)
I need you to sing with me ’til it hurt
And shout out every word in my verse
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth, ha

[Verse 2]
Verse number 2, so I’m jumping back in
Bitches chew me up, like the Doublemint twins
Remember I was trappin’ at the Bouldercrest Inn
Now I’m slidin’ down the Crest in a drop top Benz
‘Scuse me, I meant in a drop top ‘R’
Neighborhood celebrity to the worldwide star
In some lowtop Giuseppes, and I’m steppin’ on the bar
8 figure Gucci Mane, now that’s a god damn bar
Choreographer, I don’t need it
Who needs stylist when you this freezy?
Fuck a interview, I talk greasy
[?] a hired man, for what reason?
I’m a one man band, but give the drummer some
Mike WiLL, yeah, the Ear Drummers some
I’m a Black Beatle like Rae Srem’ and them
And every weekend I have an [?]

[Hook]
Shout out every word in my verse
I need you to scream with me ’til it hurt
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth
I need you to sing with me ’til it hurt
And shout out every word in my verse
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth

The LOX feat. Infa-Red & Gucci Mane – Secure The Bag Lyrics

(Intro – DJ Khaled)
Secure the bag
It’s a cold world, bundle up
You better protect the bag
Don’t ever play yourself
Make sure that Y hit
Make sure that safe is safe
Key word, make sure
Brace yourself as I introduce yourself to The LOX
Secure the bag alert

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

RELATED

(Verse 1 – Jadakiss)
Yeah, I’m just waiting for that coke to dry up
I need that first half before I even post to fly it
It ain’t nothing worse than dealing with these fake promoters
All these….out here tryna make they quota
Need a slice and I’m good for the day
It’s in my blood so I was naturally good with the yay
You can lose your life in the hood for a game
You know me, I count it twice then I put it away
Yeah, bring some woods and some vanillas through
We chain smoking, haze cookies and guerilla glue
Money right, they glad that it’s pure
Nothing else matters as long as the bag is secure

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke ni**a

(Verse 2 – Sheek Louch)
My flow is strong so my money long, you can tell the way I wear it
I ain’t work this hard to give you my bread, f**k out of here I don’t wanna hear it
My show’s lit, I gots houses s**t, I got more than sneaker money on me
I just stack my bread and use my head, you can ask the ni**as that know me
But I pop for my bottom line, bang, and I don’t even wear no flag
I just wait outside till you come home drunk just to secure that bag
Rubber grip on my Glock, shells all in my pump
I look good as s**t but I’m an old head, who the f**k you talking to chump?
I got 10 bi**hes that’s bad, so tell em why you mad
You broke as f**k and you watching me, ni**a that ain’t chasing no bag
You don’t instagram and brag, you ain’t never had jet lag
You ain’t make it home and gotta leave back out just to secure that bag hah

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

(Verse 3 – Gucci Mane)
It’s Gucci Mane and D-Block and we really sell dope
But don’t quote me bi**h cause I might slit your damn throat
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna stay afloat
And I won’t never, ever, ever, ever go broke
I take the good with the bad, I can even sell trash
I’m a magician with the chopper, I cut your body in half
I got balls made of brass, she got a basketball ass
And I gotta secure the bag, I got a 20 foot stash
And I’m laughing with the money bi**h, she finer than me
The money that they think they getting, that ain’t no money to me
I gotta shout out my connect, that s**t was fronted to me
I had to run the money back, that s**t was punted to me, Wop

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke ni**a

(Verse 4)
Bag coming, secure the s**t
Caught a nice lick knocking off the purest s**t
That man…on some torah s**t
Waiting for the plug to come just so I can score some s**t
Jefe come, jefe go
Let my little esse know we gon go hit Mexico
We gon get this bag like it’s gas, like it’s Texaco
Got a stash house in BK, right on
JFK, bag landing
Laguardia, it’s a bag landing
You can be the man but not the last standing
Ni**as wild as Taliban, all my ni**as black skinned

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

Gucci Mane – AAAA

[Intro – Juiceman]
Aye! Aye! Ok! Ok!
Juicy! Gucci!
Zaytoven, zaytiggi, So Icey Entertainment

[Hook]
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m twerking birds in so we working [x3]
Packing a truck, stop, a trailer back in
We big, flip jugs, we tote it off the forklift
The way my Blood kick you’d think he had a black belt
My scale so Big, Boy can weight his damn self
2000 pounds of mid, I sold that shit my damn self
Washer full of cash, dryer full of X pills
Red rag in my pocket same color my ‘Vette is
My number lower than a ése from Texas
A quarter mil’ in the mail is an investment
A sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert
An Eagle on me, boy, I’m known to tote a desert
I sacked an ounce up before I sold a record
He want a brick I told him “meet me by the Checker’s”
I sacked a pound up before I sold a record
He want a brick I told him “meet me by the Checker’s”

[Verse 2: – Juiceman]
I’m booming, I’m bunking, I’m serving all the babies
Rap game easy but the dope game gravy
Young Juice man and my life is like the J.Kidd
With stupid fruity crazy swag, jumping on your lady
Banana-donk Chevy interior like the Lakers
LeBron James wrist when I’m fuckin’ with the capers
Hit the trap, stay down, watch the paper
Wake up, booming out the house and J asking for a waiter
Half a brick, whole brick, got me buying Jacobs
Bourbon shoes, walking in the head of the gators

[Hook]

Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

[Hook]
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

Gucci Mane – AAAA Lyrics

[Intro – Juiceman]
Aye! Aye! Ok! Ok!
Juicy! Gucci!
Zaytoven, zaytiggi, So Icey Entertainment

[Hook]
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m twerking birds in so we working [x3]
Packing a truck, stop, a trailer back in
We big, flip jugs, we tote it off the forklift
The way my Blood kick you’d think he had a black belt
My scale so Big, Boy can weight his damn self
2000 pounds of mid, I sold that shit my damn self
Washer full of cash, dryer full of X pills
Red rag in my pocket same color my ‘Vette is
My number lower than a ése from Texas
A quarter mil’ in the mail is an investment
A sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert
An Eagle on me, boy, I’m known to tote a desert
I sacked an ounce up before I sold a record
He want a brick I told him “meet me by the Checker’s”
I sacked a pound up before I sold a record
He want a brick I told him “meet me by the Checker’s”

[Verse 2: – Juiceman]
I’m booming, I’m bunking, I’m serving all the babies
Rap game easy but the dope game gravy
Young Juice man and my life is like the J.Kidd
With stupid fruity crazy swag, jumping on your lady
Banana-donk Chevy interior like the Lakers
LeBron James wrist when I’m fuckin’ with the capers
Hit the trap, stay down, watch the paper
Wake up, booming out the house and J asking for a waiter
Half a brick, whole brick, got me buying Jacobs
Bourbon shoes, walking in the head of the gators

[Hook]

Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”

[Hook]
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”
Quarter-brick, half a brick
Whole brick, aye!
Quarter-pound, half a pound
Whole pound, ok!
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major weight
Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap: “Aye!”