Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lifers, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song Gucci Mane Presents: So Icy Summer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Lifers |
Them suckers them, what’s up with them? |
I buck on them, scuff up them Timbs |
Petty hustles, predators, pressure them then they crumble them |
Cripple nigga, shitbag, wheelchairs, I humble them |
Bullets get to flippin' and fumblin' and tumblin' |
«Gucci Mane, hey let’s jump him,"nobody jumpin' him (No) |
One man, two handguns, that’s what you up against |
My right arm is so-called strong, why is the muscle big? |
From whippin' dope in my long-johns, I made it jump again |
I don’t know where you from, holme, but you best come again |
Ain’t nobody sold more dope than me but Mexicans (It's Gucci, Wop) |
Haha, ayy, I just broke my thumb again |
Yeah, I been runnin' up my money, I can’t run up out a win |
Yup, I was runnin' wild, had to hold it down, my mom was in the pen' |
And I still hold it down too, my mama ain’t raise no damn fool |
Yeah, I’m Big Glock, I do big shit, boy, I ain’t nothin' like you |
I’m flexin' hard with my young black ass and all my cash is blue |
I pull up in the Rolls or Maybach and I’m just twenty-two |
They like, «How the fuck he get that?"Shit, I been gettin' to it |
Trappin' and rappin' and makin' moves, yeah, bitch, I been makin' moves |
Yeah, stuntin' too hard, I had to play it cool |
Mama told me them boys ain’t cool |
Glizock and Wizzop a terrible two |
Yeah, bitch, we a terrible two |
This watch right here cost a Lam' truck, but |
Shit, I think I want a Lam' truck too |
Shit for real, nigga |
Nigga ain’t play with this one, man (Nothin') |
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? |
Mob (Yeah) |
More money, more problems |
I don’t give a fuck, I keep a revolver |
If you got a problem, know I’ma solve 'em |
Ain’t heard 'bout me, then nigga, go search your browser |
I was posted up on Joe Brown for real |
We was robbers, we wasn’t workin' no deal |
Smokin' gas, that shit be loud like Malia |
Niggas talkin', but they know what it is, huh? |
I got them crooked rows (Crooked), and I got them shotguns |
I got them gangster niggas, and they got them big guns |
I got them OGs, yeah, they ridin' with me, and they gon' kill somethin' |
And I got them Pirus, bitch, they ain’t gon' spare nothin', nah |
Plug just sent a text, they in |
Call my country boy, they gone |
1017, Ola, we on |
Sippin' Act', don’t do Patrón |
Chain said burr, re-up, make it disappear |
On that Pimp C, talkin' slurred |
Pop a Perc', my vision blurry |
My bitch petite |
Patek Philippe |
Hellcat motor in my Jeep |
Talkin' bars, I charge a fee |
Took an '05 banger beat |