Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Volume, artist - Gucci Mane.
Date of issue: 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 |