Iran (feat. K Shiday)

Not going to Iran, I'm not going to Iran Free all the shootas Yeah Never backed down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran Chorus: Gucci Mane Never backed down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran No, no If they book me for the draft, I'm not goin' to Iran No Call me Gucci Peter Pan, I keep flyin' to the bands Ah I do stunts like Jackie Chan, I just touched down in Japan Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin' up the bands In the Arab with the sand, I'm so hot, I need a fan Hot I'm so black, can't get no tan Ah, but I feel like I'm the man I put diamonds in my bands, ice so cold, can't feel my hands Verse 1: Gucci Mane I can't go to war for nobody Bitch, I got my own bodies Yeah Everybody got a couple skeletons in the closet Huh Bodies go to droppin', it's on and poppin' Me and my niggas went shoppin' for choppas Pow Bought bombs and bazookas, is that what you want Pow, pow Life of a sniper, pray for my rifle Pray for my rubber then shootin' my rival I don't go to sleep, I just drink with my Bible Thinkin' 'bout bringin' home member survivors Jump off the tower, money and power Send me to war, but you nothin' but a coward Woo Children in Broward, students at Howard Yeah Play with my life 'cause you feel you in power Pussy Bum in a blouse that blew out our boss Got caught then got raped then got for tortured for hours Think I'ma lick, got a stick in my trouser Reroll machine, I'm piledrivin' the powder Flag on your casket then send ya some flowers Gucci on bucket, I'm tellin' ya now It's Gucci I see my opp, then I'm gunnin' him down Tell my lawyer to start pointin' him out Him Know what he do, so I keep him around Him Gave him the bag and he didn't say a sound Chorus: Gucci Mane Never backed down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran No If they book me for the draft, I'm not going to Iran No Call me Gucci Peter Pan It's Gucci, I keep flyin' to the bands I do stunts like Jackie Chan, I just touched down in Japan Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin' up the bands In the Arab with the sand, I'm so hot, I need a fan Hot I'm so black, can't get no tan Ah, but I feel like I'm the man I put diamonds in my bands, ice so cold, can't feel my hands Verse 2: K Shiday So icy Real shooter, been reckless Uh Put them boys on my guest list Woah .50 cal on my resume, 1017 on my necklace Word If I slap a mag and put it in the dirt Yeah It's just automatic reflexes Woo Got two bad bitches from Texas Yeah I might slap a ho if she messy Ah I burn them off for my kids Damn, I'm legit Pour the Johnson with the shit Who I break 'em off like a Kit-Kat Hard as a brick, ain't got no time for no kickback I'm a motherfuckin' veteran Yeah Obama is my president Yeah Might pull up to your residence Friendly fire, bitch, I'm negligent Open fire, I might fine ya Woo Pin the gun, White House might blind ya Ooh Damn, my conduct so disorderly I check a nigga quarterly Mmm They closin' up the doors for me Yup Might slip, my drip too watery Oh You can blame it on the saucery Uh Eat a pill, bitch, take it orally