Lyrics 16 Fever - Gucci Mane

16 Fever

16 fever coke-I-ina, X pills bubble kush mid grade reefa
Hoes ridin vics dog but I ride beemurs
I swear da red chain’ll cost 16 fever
16 5−0, there go 5−0
I’m up 2−5 but I need 4 more
I got uncles blowin bundles, mine do numbers while I drive lambo
Off white yayo digital scale, fish scale sending my pigeons by mail
Bring in my drain folk, just bring me that cane folk
Gucci got good dope pillz purp and sizzurp, my workers don’t move
nothing less than a bizzurd
Gucci got good dope pillz purp and sizzurp, my workers don’t move
for nothing less than a bizzurd
Bricks can’t keep em 16 fever, bemmur speakers, geek-a-meters
Misdemeanors several subpeonas, see I’m gone drink up cause we just linked up The squad been teamed up we cutting off fingers, it’s 16 fever and that’s
since april
My corvette paid for my old school paid for, the hummer roll up that means
you assed out
And you didn’t cash out see this my traphouse I slam fiends backs out
we push white sacks out
See this my traphouse I slam fiends backs out we push white sacks out,
them backs get pushed out
I’m scraping the bowl up, I’m whipping up cake mix
But this ain’t red velvet don’t eat it, ya smoke it Your options are open, you even can snort it 3 dollar sacks so you know you can score it, say you can’t afford it Yo I can ignore it, well don’t call them dope boys you know you feel boring
You know that you feenin you know that you need it, it’s gucci I’m greedy,
my niggas stay eating