Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dead Man , by - Gucci Mane. Release date: 27.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dead Man |
| Call me Gucci Mane when I’m on the stage with you |
| But call me Jesse James when I hold this damn pistol |
| You can call me Gucci Guwop when I do a song with you |
| But don’t walk up on me homes, I ain’t finna blow no strong with you |
| Call me Gucci Mane when I’m on the stage with you |
| But call me Jesse James when I hold this damn pistol |
| You can call me Gucci Guwop when I do a song with you |
| But don’t walk up on me homes, I ain’t finna blow no strong with you |
| Got them young shooters with me they don’t get along with you |
| If you ain’t get no money nigga what is wrong with you |
| And I can’t turn you on, you must have the wrong picture |
| I’m in the VIP sippin' lean with this very long Swisher |
| I’m drinkin' promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture |
| If you knew that you wouldn’t do that I swear you would not kiss her |
| Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin to tell on Guy Fisher |
| If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him |
| Hook: |
| Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread |
| Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man |
| Dead man you’re playing games with my bread |
| You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man |
| Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man |
| Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man |
| Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man |
| Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man |
| Five deuce, four-tray, six eight |
| Eight watches, four chains six rings |
| Pots, forks: dope at a high cost |
| From coast to coast, I said numbers on the dope |
| Remix to you, you know I can sell you both 16−5 |
| Prices lower then Shawty Lo, when I drive |
| Got my seat leanin low bricks inside |
| Gott’em stash in the door always road running |
| Me and Gucci getting money bands yeah keep comin' |
| Tractor trailer in the morning won’t stop jugging |
| Every month I make 4 hundred, I’m a street nigga |
| I got rich off of junkies |
| Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread |
| Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man |
| Dead man you’re playing games with my bread |
| You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man |
| Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man |
| Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man |
| Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man |
| Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man |
| What the fuck was you thinking the bitch you must have been drinking |
| This chopper had got me feeling like harley |
| If I let it ride you’re bound to be stinkin |
| I’m an asshole I do what I’d like too |
| On shit thats made for you to fight to |
| I don’t give a fuck bitch I don’t like you |
| Got that fire bitch I might light you |
| Bitch I am the streets you just look tough |
| Call the bricks snow like I was on bluff |
| Call me the master like Sho’Nuff |
| Bad boy the forreal no puff |
| If a nigga pussy I don’t pimp mine |
| I just keep the distance don’t play with mine |
| Stay in your place fall out the line |
| Had the young niggas over here to pay a fine |
| You can find me in the hood what a hood don’t go |
| Heard that somebody the hood don’t know |
| If a nigga turn up tellem watch this show |
| Money never sit still so my net don’t blow |
| King of the streets just call me sire |
| All my throne they no one higher |
| T-R-U-T-H no liar |
| Real street nigga I won’t retire |
| Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread |
| Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man |
| Dead man you’re playing games with my bread |
| You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man |
| Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man |
| Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man |
| Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man |
| Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man |