Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lately , by - Gucci Mane. Release date: 17.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lately |
| So Icey, boy |
| CEO |
| (SpiffoMadeIt, bitch, aha) |
| (Go) |
| Lately they been comin' at me fakin', it’s been hard to dodge |
| I just copped two Trackhawks and two Chargers, we in love with Dodge (What) |
| All these diamonds on me hittin' me hard like I’ve been fightin' with Floyd |
| (Burr) |
| Put your hands on Gucci Mane, on God, I’m sendin' your ass to God |
| Don’t talk about my enemies, they dead to me, why bring 'em up? |
| This .223 gon' end the beef (Grrra), they slept on me, I woke 'em up (Ooh) |
| AR with the shoulder strap, what that sound like? |
| The NOLA clap |
| Money so retarded, might park my Phantom in a handicap |
| My lil' jit just like shootin' up shit, they don’t even really like to rap (Huh? |
| Ran off on ya, owe you one, the coke was color Doja Cat (It's cream) |
| Guess he thought that Gucci was a ho, I wonder who told him that? |
| Playin' with my backend on the road, got the promoter whacked (Baow) |
| Lately all my new signees got me thinkin' my phone tapped (Well damn) |
| So Icey write they own raps, my artists tote they own straps (Baow) |
| Brand new F8 'Rari, drive that bitch like it got handlebars (Skrrt) |
| Lil' bitch, she a cannibal, ate my dick like an animal (Muah) |
| Lately they been comin' at me fakin', it’s been hard to dodge |
| I just copped two Trackhawks and two Chargers, we in love with Dodge (What) |
| All these diamonds on me hittin' me hard like I’ve been fightin' with Floyd |
| (Burr) |
| Put your hands on Gucci Mane, on God, I’m sendin' your ass to God |
| Don’t talk about my enemies, they dead to me, why bring 'em up? |
| This .223 gon' end the beef (Grrra), they slept on me, I woke 'em up (Ooh) |
| AR with the shoulder strap, what that sound like? |
| The NOLA clap |
| Money so retarded, might park my Phantom in a handicap |
| Niggas hang with me, known to push a stick like a janitor (What?) |
| My niggas some predators, a lot of niggas scared of us |
| Beef ain’t really shit to me, a nigga ain’t did shit to me (No) |
| I’m not Billy Batts, but a nigga ain’t takin' shit from me (Nah) |
| Niggas talkin' down on me like they ain’t bought no bricks from me |
| Suckers tryna clown me like they never hit no licks with me (Ha) |
| Ran my M’s up, left the streets, now that’s a flawless victory (Well damn) |
| Lace my cleats and fed the streets, yeah, everybody eats with me (It's Gucci) |
| Lately they been comin' at me fakin', it’s been hard to dodge |
| I just copped two Trackhawks and two Chargers, we in love with Dodge (What) |
| All these diamonds on me hittin' me hard like I’ve been fightin' with Floyd |
| (Burr) |
| Put your hands on Gucci Mane, on God, I’m sendin' your ass to God |
| Don’t talk about my enemies, they dead to me, why bring 'em up? |
| This .223 gon' end the beef (Grrra), they slept on me, I woke 'em up (Ooh) |
| AR with the shoulder strap, what that sound like? |
| The NOLA clap |
| Money so retarded, might park my Phantom in a handicap |