Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Up My Alley , by - Gucci Mane. Release date: 20.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Up My Alley |
| I’m ridin' high down 85, we call it I-Ocho Cinco |
| In an orange & black gallardo state troopers be screamin' bingo |
| Chinchilla in my villa three hundred cash is my pillow |
| A gate with my initials and small militia with pistols |
| From Sun Valley to Cali to poppin bottles in Dallas |
| From shootin' dice in an alley to gambling at Caeser’s Palace |
| When Gooch was playin' trafficker niggas was playin' Galaga |
| Can’t be too specific my ticket was so spectacular |
| See I never been a stranger of sellin them white rectangulars |
| But I had to switch my angle 'fore snitches start pointin' their finger, bruh |
| So while y’all gettin' extorted and fakin' like y’all important |
| I got twin 40s on shorty I’ll send yo bitch ass to orbit, Gucci! |
| White lambos and rallys, rallys |
| Sippin' on top Sun Valley, Valley |
| Robin Jean, Tru’s and Ballys |
| That’s right up my alley, alley |
| Just came back from Dallas, Dallas |
| Now I’m going back to Cali, Cali |
| Pretty girls, expensive furs that’s right up my alley, alley |
| Yo girlfriend I’m 'bout to pull her |
| Don’t blame me man blame my jeweler |
| Don’t hate me man hate my aura |
| On my way to Bora Bora |
| She can explore like Dora Dora |
| No friends then I’ll buy one for her |
| No clothes then I’ll buy some for her |
| That’s right up my alley, alley |
| These boys ain’t on my level I’m smoking kush by the elbow |
| In a mansion that’s so big when I talk I can hear my echo |
| I’m upper echelon watching Kobe take on Lebron |
| But you in lack of funds, can’t be me ain’t got the coins |
| I’m cooler than the Fonz just tryna off all the blow |
| So when you ??? |
| then holla «I got the snow» |
| Pink diamonds for you haters we label No they ain’t able |
| Coke bottles on my table and models be on my payroll |
| The goons that hang with me like to cut you up like a pizza |
| Boss bitches in my circle purse fatter than Queen Latifah |
| So don’t chase waterfalls stick to rivers that’s in ya city |
| And R.I.P. |
| to Left Eye but Gucci necklace is chilly, Gucci! |
| I mingle with society, black diamonds match my tuxedo |
| I’m hot as a volcano these rappers are just mosquitos |
| Who’d ever think I’d get richer than slangin' kilos |
| My jewelry man’s a weirdo, pink diamonds sit in my earlobes |
| VS is my preference, elegant while y’all negligent |
| Candy kush and Hennessy make me feel I’m the president |
| Your boyfriend is a cornball, Gucci Mane I’m a mob boss |
| I don’t call that a corn toss, ride off with him it’s your loss |
| My body’s like a novel so read it when I take my shirt off |
| And I’ll always be icy my bracelet cold as a Smirnoff |
| Jump in my vert and murk off, so pussy run off and jerk off |
| I’m still sliding through the six like my younger days droppin' work off |