Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CEO Flow, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 15.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
CEO Flow |
| Think I might purchase her panties or somethin' |
| Her man is a bum and she still in the slums (Slums) |
| All these guns like the Navy or somethin' |
| People lookin' at me like I’m crazy or somethin' (Crazy) |
| Plus all this ice on my arm |
| When you come from where I’m from, a nigga gotta stay with a gun (Pow) |
| Stackin' up M’s like I’m savin' for somethin' (Stackin') |
| Hitter tote guns and don’t tote 'em for fun |
| Pay a lil' somethin' just to play in her gums (Racks) |
| Drop a few crumbs and I sprayed on her tongue |
| Upper echelon, in a three-seat coupe (Uh) |
| This a concept one-of-one, I still got two (Woo) |
| Ridin' down Peachtree in a three-piece suit (Woo) |
| And I’m 'bout to write my name on the cement too (Gucci) |
| Gucci Billy Bathgate, scandalous as Watergate |
| Heard that the street dry, tryna make the dam break (Water) |
| Open up a new trap, doublin' my fan base |
| Whippin' up shake, I done made it a pancake (Whip it) |
| Diamonds so big, I don’t even want a handshake (Clean) |
| Grew up so broke, when we finished the mayonnaise (Damn) |
| Cleaned out the jar, made a glass for the Kool-Aid |
| Mom went to work, made it skrrt with a two-way |
| Unc' in the du-rag, he parkin' the dually |
| He ain’t even have to rip me up to do it |
| Think I’m the coach 'cause I’m pointin', they shootin' |
| Stay out my business, find somethin' safe to do (Bow) |
| We ball like we hoopin', we robbin', we lootin' |
| We braggin', we boastin', we causin' commotion (Go) |
| My niggas got motion, it’s potent, we smokin' |
| Pollutin' the bales and you know I’ma move it |
| He ain’t even have to rip me up to do it (No) |
| Tag on his toe and they filled him with fluid |
| Pull up in a Buick, my lawyer, he Jewish |
| Sell weed like I grew it, I grew here, you flew here |
| Can tell that you new here, shoot guns like it’s New Year’s |
| Yeah, we went to school with you, I never knew you |
| Recruited a shooter, he don’t pray to Buddah (Yeah) |
| TEC with a coolant, get smoked like a hookah |
| Jump off the jet with a big ol' bazooka |
| 'Rari so fast I be racin' the trooper (Skrrt) |
| Two mil' for the Richard, replacin' the Muller |
| R.I.P. |
| Grady’s, we chasin' the moolah (Grady's) |
| Earrings are boogers, they hit like Zab Judah (Zab) |
| Black as a Zulu, a Mille, not a Muller |
| Young old soul burnin', she look like a cougar |
| Gucci too turnt, now he think that he bougie (It's Gucci) |