Gucci Mane and Kranium - Drummer

Uh-uh, bumboclaat
Uh-uh, it's Gucci (big up the boss)
Big boss, yeah (big boss)
Ooh, yeah
Okay
Watch her tho

Don't try me, boy, I'll send you to your maker (I'll send ya)
Then I go spend Christmas in Jamaica (in Jamaica)
Big bag gun, I brought it for my haters (big bag gun)
I left the barrel smokin' like a Garcia y Vega (smoke)
Gucci Mane, ah, wicked, he a cold don (a Gucci)
Fuck the police man, 'cause they can't stop none (the police)
Your partner, he a bitch, that boy won't kill none (informer)
Pretty boy, a lover man, a real puss' (a lover boy)
I don't fear your shooters, think they all suss (they all suss)
Bag on his head like a wave brush (a wave brush)
If copying is flattery, I feel touched (I feel touched)
But this ain't flag football, I get your head bust (I get ya all touched)

Never fear dem, better warn dem (ooh, boy)
Boy dem gwan like seh dem want war, whoa (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Never hold back, rifle rise high
Man ready for all dem, yeah (ooh, boy)

Chillin' on the beach, smokin' on a phantom leaf
Backseat there to figure, my life is fantasy (trip)
Niggas, they be dissin' me (diss), knowin' they be diggin' be me (puss')
Misery love company, I take you out your misery (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Like a shot at enemies, my gun does not shoot Hennessy (no)
Niggas be too timid then they end up dead like Timothy (dead)
Why you actin' pussy, boy? Like I'ma show you sympathy? (Rude boy)
Suck your motha pussy, boy, you should know not romp with me (boom, boom, boom, boom)

Never fear dem, better warn dem
Boy dem gwan like seh dem want war, whoa (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Never hold back, rifle rise high
Man ready for all dem, yeah
Never fear dem, better warn dem (oh)
Boy dem gwan like seh dem want war, whoa
Never hold back, rifle rise high (yeah)
Man ready for all dem, yeah

Written by:
Anthony White, Kemar Donaldson, Radric Davis

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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