Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hi-Five, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song WOPTOBER, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Guwop Enterprises
Song language: English
Hi-Five |
Brrrr, Metro |
Wop, hah |
It’s big Gucci, catch up |
Metro, Wizzop |
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon shoot you |
I put eight mill in my crib to inspire ya |
When you worth like twenty mill, the kids admire ya |
When your rap sheet look like mine, no one will hire ya |
But when you sign yourself like I did, they can’t fire ya |
You want your club so loud then put me on the flier (it's Gucci) |
I’m on fire like Richard Pryor, my price gettin' higher |
How you gon' take my title, drivin' a car without a title? |
I’m whippin' through rush hour Charlotte traffic in a Spyder |
Slide up on ya bitch like a race car driver |
Dive off in that pussy like a deep sea diver |
Niggas from my hood know me from cheap, cheap powder |
But niggas on your block say you’se a real weak coward |
High five, low five |
I left them niggas hangin', they get no five |
Gucci Mane, they say that I got nine lives |
Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides |
High five, low five |
I left them bitches hangin', they get no five |
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives |
Come go to Gucci World, cause I got nine rides |
Fuck yo jam of the week, I put grams on the street |
So much money, gave metro a hundred grand for the beat (Metro) |
So much ice around my bezel you can’t see, the Patek |
I’m Felipe, in Felipe’s, with a freak, she petite |
From the beach, to the skreet, from the skreet, to the suite |
Put my bone in her mouth, told her bon appétit |
I done sold so many keys they should deport me to Belize |
Cause I’m shining on these niggas like a desert with no trees |
From the hat on my head to the shoes on my feet |
Every garment on my body, man, it come from overseas |
In them 'partments I was raised I sold like 50, 000 P’s |
You want Gucci on your song, that’s at least a hundred G’s |
Wop |
High five, low five |
I left them niggas hangin' they get no five |
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives |
Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides |
High five, low five |
I left them bitches hangin', they get no five |
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives |
Come go to Gucci World cause I got nine rides |