
Lyrics
Wop Huh Go Verse 1: Gucci Mane Redid my grill in July, that bitch like Fourth of July Damn Fly Emirates to Dubai, might just stay fly, the new fives Yup I put your pop on Fox Five Pop, Mr. 11 Alive My hood bang B's like a hive Wow, they might shoot dice with your life It's suicide, you try Gucci It's Gucci, you must be stupid or high Huh You must be death struck or depressed 'cause you know you gonna die Pow, pow I'm an ape out a cage, I'ma die of old age Wow Nigga, this me, I'm so paid, I get 'em whacked on the stage Shh Get him stripped in the studio like a ho on the stage Go, go Gucci Mane and 1017, we got the crowd in a rage Mr. Moreland Avenue, I trick your boy at the blaze Guwop That was back in the day, but I'm still stuck in my ways It's Gucci Chorus: Enchanting & Gucci Mane We put your homeboy on a shirt, we gon' sell it like it's merch Put that nigga in the dirt and I know your feelings hurt You can't come to where I'm from, you get robbed or you get murked If you scared, then go to church, smoke a opp like he was purp' It's Gucci We put your homeboy on a shirt, we gon' sell it like it's merch Put that nigga in the dirt and I know your feelings hurt You can't come to where I'm from, you get robbed or you get murked If you scared, then go to church, smoke a opp like he was purp' Post-Chorus: Enchanting Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide Ah Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide Ah Verse 2: K Shiday Say I stop the clock, release the shocks, I'm '90s baby, crater rock Woo Forgot to hold myself, we pick it up, I can't control myself Uh-uh It's bad that I'm the bitch who with the shit, I know the hurt they felt Diamond grills come from the field, you know my young niggas be holdin' that Take one, take one, take two, they feelin' blue, got Benji flippin' Benjicoot Who And he be playin' peek-a-boo, I see you, nigga, look at you I'm so icy in the summer, I'm so icy in the winter Brr I'm so icy like a comma, 1017 in all black Sprinters Skrrt Know I only fuck with winners, ayy, VC learnin', straight beginner Uh I'm a cold-hearted bitch Uh, hurt your feelings, got you pissed Uh Suck your soul, snatch your kids, have you runnin', slit your wrists Ain't no tellin' when I'm lit, I bust your head down with your sticks Chorus: Enchanting & Gucci Mane We put your homeboy on a shirt, we gon' sell it like it's merch Put that nigga in the dirt and I know your feelings hurt You can't come to where I'm from, you get robbed or you get murked If you scared, then go to church, smoke a opp like he was purp' It's Gucci We put your homeboy on a shirt, we gon' sell it like it's merch Put that nigga in the dirt and I know your feelings hurt You can't come to where I'm from, you get robbed or you get murked If you scared, then go to church, smoke a opp like he was purp' Post-Chorus: Enchanting Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide Ah Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide Ah
Credits
- Artist
- Gucci Mane
- Genre
- 랩/힙합
- Release
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