Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Volume , by - Gucci Mane. Release date: 07.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Volume |
| Gucci, scoochie, |
| OK, paper out, paper out |
| I’m so motherfucking turned up right now (volume) |
| Someone please turn Gucci Mane down (volume) |
| Bricksquad thugged out, we don’t give a fuck (volume) |
| We hit the club, shoot the club, tear the club up (volume) |
| So you should hit the floor, get low and shut up (volume) |
| Hit the floor, get low and shut the fuck up (volume) |
| Yous a bitch, yous a snitch, you a motherfucking scrub (volume) |
| Yous a bitch, yous a snitch, you a motherfucking scrub (volume) |
| I pulled up in a four door Porsche set tripping |
| Three young dread head niggas riding with me |
| I don’t think they like me and I don’t like 'em neither |
| But if they move wrong I’ll red up they white beater |
| I do it for the hood, I do it like no equal |
| I do it for the red, black, yellow, white people |
| I just bought a kay, just the other day |
| And I don’t play with grown men I don’t like to play |
| I’m so motherfucking turned up right now |
| Niggas hating on me, I don’t give a fuck right now |
| Well, you niggas keep on trying like the little engine that could |
| You think you can, you think you could, I think you pussies should |
| Call me Gucci flocka flame, I then changed my name |
| Call me frenchie mane, la flare, gucc the kid -- it’s all the same |
| I be running, gunning, stunting with 100 killers riding |
| You snitching, bitching, tattle telling scared to stand beside me |
| I just bought another house just to hold my goons |
| So icy entertainment boy we just like a platoon |
| The colors in my chain remind me of a cartoon |
| I’ll murk your boy in March baby find that boy the June |
| I wish they found him August so that’s like tomuch too soon |
| His face was swoll and puffy about the color of a prune |
| Bricksquad movement and no you’re not a part of it |
| Me waka and woo juice and frenchie mane started it |
| Iced out bar, got me balling like the lakers |
| Homicide around the corner where you in Jamaica |
| My volume on max, you boys better run |
| Ima nigga with an attitude holding on the gun |
| 17 niggas I left 16 hit, last nigga hit the corner, got his whole head split |
| Told you you’re a goner, ima leave you dead quick |
| I’m like asalam-aleikum, left them … prick |
| Wooh, the kid thugged out, we don’t give a fuck |
| Let your soul meet the sole of the bottom of my chucks |
| Black car, black tint with the big tags, stay low to the floor |
| My midget out bag, my midget out the bag |