Lyrics Back in 95 - Gucci Mane, DJ Holiday

Back in 95

Ha ha ha
Trap service announcement
Real niggers is back
DJ Holiday
Holiday season!
Gucci
Trap back
When I first started back in 1995
I wasn’t moving keys, I was buying 1.5
I started coming up
Junkies recognize my face
Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case
Holiday season
When I first started back in 1995
I wasn’t moving keys, I was buying 1.5
I started coming up
Junkies recognize my face
Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case
Holiday season
When I first started back in 1995
I wasn’t moving keys, I was buying 1.5
I started coming up
Junkies recognize my face
Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case
They used to run up on me, be like «Gucci what you know?
«I tell them «get this glass and get the fuck away from me hoe»
And everywhere I go it became an instant cut
Cause they knew I had those 20's and them big fat monkey nuts
Can’t be scared of the dark when you come from miles apart
Shooting dice and playing cards, selling blow out of the park
Had it fresh on your sister but I used to sell your mama
Breaking 50's down to dimes was my job for the summer
And my job for the winter, cooking bricks all in the kitchen
Junkies dead at the carwash cause I heard that they was snitching
Sure jumping like a chill man and help me buy my tills
Dope D. Willy used to finger fuck my rims
They forgetting on my name so they used to call me Black
If you beat me for a twenty beat ya I’m a call you back
She on the dope man dick cause I’m a nigger with a sack
I’m the hustler of the year and I know that for a fact
When I first started back in 1995
I wasn’t moving keys, I was buying 1.5
I started coming up
Junkies recognize my face
Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case
Holiday season
They used to run up on me, be like «Gucci what you know?
«I tell them «get this glass and get the fuck away from me hoe»
And everywhere I go it became an instant cut
Cause they knew I had those 20's and them big fat monkey nuts
Huh,
Price so low that it comin' through snow
Standin' at the store and I’m selling yae-yo
Bought a brick yesterday got a full way to go
On the highway everything got to go
Fifty on the table, a hundred on the floor
Middle of the summer but I’m’a make it snow
Like a chill pet my money don’t grow
Still servin' niggers through my burglar bars though
Shorty G’s and a little afro
8 ball check it and the flow stash milks
I don’t get credit that’s how niggers get killed
And if you got a tilt then your car get pelt
17 going to the 5−5-9
Like a blind man I don’t see no lines
Thirteen when the nigger did his first crime
Eighteen when the nigger bought his first 9
If I don’t fly then the show ain’t flying
Picking up dope but the J’s keep buying
Rob a Q lurk and I know they trying
Try Gucci Mane their ass be dying
Let me take you back in time
Let Gucci Mane refresh your mind
I’m a dope boss they on my grind
I could pluck you so hard!
When I first started back in 1995
I wasn’t moving keys, I was buying 1.5
I started coming up
Junkies recognize of my face
Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case
They used to run up on me, be like «Gucci what you know?
«I tell them «get this glass and get the fuck away from me hoe»
And everywhere I go it became an instant cut
Cause they knew I had those 20's and them big fat monkey nuts
Ain’t no more to say!
Yo Gucci!
I can’t hear all these haters man
They got to speak up
I’m 30 000 feet in the air nigger
Flying over your city to pick up a band
Whatchyou doin?
Ha ha ha ha