Gucci Flow Lyrics – Gucci Mane
(Tay Keith, *** these niggas up)
Finesse, too hard
A million dollars don’t excite me (At all)
Model *** can’t entice me (At all)
Still a street ***, white jumpsuit, black Glock, dirty white Nikes
Still’ll put them things in a rental (Finesse ’em)
*** his head down the middle (I got ’em)
And I’m certified everywhere I go (Go)
I don’t need a vouch, I’m official (I’m him)
They wanna stop me, like Jeffrey Simmons (Jeffrey Simmons)
I’m from Memphis, I grew up and walked to Simmons (Eastside)
If you ain’t from the block, you the opposition (Opposition)
If you weren’t sellin’ ***, you was killin’ and pimpin’ (Pimp)
Robbin’ and stealin’ (Rob), whatever to get it, just get it (Just get it)
Anything that’s on me, it’s in me (In me)
I speak the truth, I’m the realest
I ain’t just dedicated, I’m committed (Committed)
Pull up, white polo-tee, Palm Angels sweat, VVS baguettes, they know I was next
Locked down, twenty-three hours, one hour wrecked, look at me now
Everythin’ together (Everythin’), if I changed, I changed for the better
Everybody won’t shine with me, but we ain’t stayin’ in the rain together
Can’t hang together (Go)
Gucci finessin’, these niggas regressin’
Call me a clone, but I call it progressin’ (Well, damn)
I went to jail and it taught me a lesson
I took a bird and turned into a blessin’
One got a *** for chasin’ the lettuce
She droppin’ this, made her get some baguettes (Ho’)
Niggas pathetic, diss me and regret it
I took the cash and let them take the credit (Wow)
Life is hectic, keep it kosher steady, don’t need no medic (Woo)
Lost in Vegas, I ain’t sweated, picked up a bag and I ain’t bet it (No)
My niggas rich with millions, but we fell in it
Niggas did the killings, but they tellin’ (***)
Every time I hit the county, I was sellin’
Brought the front to pack, I was seven (True)
Matter of fact, I was into .7s
Jay showin’ love, call me Kevin
Forgive me, Lord, I really need a reverend (Huh)
Play with ‘Wop, you’re on your way to heaven (God)
Gucci pulled up in a 911 (Skrrt)
Raisin’ terror, like it’s 9/11 (Mmm)
Took a ***, whack him without a *** (Wow)
He screamin’ “Help”, but knowin’ they can’t help him (It’s Gucci)