Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nobody , by - Gucci Mane. Release date: 20.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nobody |
| There’s a trap in every hood and all the j’s want that good dope |
| Gucci got that clean cause all the snorters want that real coke |
| Multimillionaire the real La Flare but I feel broke |
| 10 Million dollar mane but I can’t hang with these rich folks |
| My little boy was only 2 he asked me, «papa, what a roo-poo?» |
| 5 years old closet full of jays; |
| fruit loops |
| They say Gucci Mane the god of making music people trap to |
| Drumma Boy the god of making music Gucci snap to |
| Section 8 apartment and them babies need some fruit loops |
| P&ers and a bath cause they mamma smoking crack too |
| How you gone critique me, you industry |
| I’m in the streets, you out the streets |
| I murk the streets and murk the beat |
| I’m Hercules, no murkin' me |
| Gucci back home making music niggas clap to |
| He don’t never come to the hood unless he have to |
| Rappin' ass niggas I’mma make my niggas rap you |
| Its big Gucci, not Bobby V, so ain’t no way you jackin' me |
| I ain’t really scared of nobody |
| Nobody |
| Nobody |
| Nobody |
| Nobody |
| Nobody |
| I ain’t backin' down for nobody |
| Nobody |
| Nobody |
| Nobody |
| Nobody |
| Nobody |
| You got teardrops on your face with no bodies |
| Red cars with tint on them so niggas looking but can’t see |
| Paved the way for making trap music so street niggas should thank me |
| Ain’t no way you’ll out think me |
| Ain’t no way that you could jank me |
| And all I sending is head shots cause I don’t shoot at niggas feet |
| Niggas better retreat when they see me |
| On G.P. |
| shoot up the BP |
| Nigga died with his gun, couldn’a been me |
| One deep on the street with a street sweep? |
| Gucci Man, I’mma shoot you in your pee pee |
| Get you fucked in jail like a fefe |
| Niggas know about Flocka &Gucci |
| Naw we ain’t beef he sissy |
| I’m the type to shoot out Peachtree |
| You the type that wanna' be me |
| Bullets just fly right by me |
| These fuck niggas tried to hit me |
| You scouts don’t get no brownies |
| One shot just hit my Bentley |
| Another hit my Charger, but it didn’t hurt my hemi |