Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Publicity Stunt, artist - Gucci Mane.
Date of issue: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Publicity Stunt |
These rappers be pussy, they bleed once a month |
Don’t speak on my name, don’t get put in a blunt |
You can diss all you want, still won’t get a response (Grrah) |
It’s still «Free the gang» 'til they get out the junk (Slam) |
Stop beatin' 'round the bush and just to the point (Slam) |
You wanna be me, I know what you want |
But you ain’t gotta pull no publicity stunt (Nah) |
Live my gun then you die by the gun (Grrah) |
Ain’t gotta care 'bout the shit that I done |
My nigga got bun and he went on the run (Go) |
Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk in the front (Dawg) |
Droppin' the ceilin', I’m thinkin' a dawg |
Kill for a livin' and murder for fun (Grrah) |
We ain’t 'bout to pull no publicity stunt (No) |
Nah, we ain’t 'bout to pull no publicity stunt |
Why you diss me for publicity nigga? |
Is you in the streets or a industry nigga? |
Is you my fan or my enemy, nigga? |
My money too long to be kiddin' with niggas |
I beat it with niggas, play talk on the the bought one |
Nigga done think he got stabbed runnin' up |
Say he my opp, but try dappin' me up |
Give a round of applause, 'cause we clappin' him up |
Trappers are us, come in traffic with us |
Gon' finesse on your bitch, go to Texas with us |
Say we the reason the prices went up |
I ran off on the plug and I doubled it up |
These old niggas just don’t know when to shut up |
Better call yourself luck if you walk on a crutch |
I got long arms, I can reach out and touch you |
We got them singers, they send off the rest you |
Ain’t no disputin', I kill like I’m Putin |
Got a trunk full of shooters, I move like I’m Trump |
Soldiers stand up for me like I’m Obama |
Try go get some gas and got killed at the pump |
Say you got hits, but look, you in the slumps |
Say that you rich, but you live in the dumps |
My Chico retarded, a switch on the pump |
Tell him shoot when he open, he say he wanna dump |
He’s tryna pull a publicity stunt |
These rappers be pussy, they bleed once a month |
Don’t speak on my name, don’t get put in a blunt |
You can diss all you want, still won’t get a response |
It’s still «Free the gang» 'til they get out the junk |
Stop beatin' 'round the bush and just to the point |
You wanna be me, I know what you want |
But you ain’t gotta pull no publicity stunt |
Live my gun then you die by the gun |
Ain’t gotta care 'bout the shit I done done |
My nigga got bun and he went on the run |
Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk in the front |
Droppin' the ceilin', I’m thinkin' a dawg |
Kill for a livin' and murder for fun |
We ain’t 'bout to pull no publicity stunt |
Nah, we ain’t 'bout to pull no publicity stunt |
It’s «Free Pooh and Foo» 'til it’s backwards, you bastards |
Why you side goons? |
I don’t fuck with these rappers |
Most claim that they real, but they know they some cappers |
I take a trap and I make 'em go platinum |
Fuck makin' excuses, I’m makin' it happen |
I put that shit on, and spend 10K on fashion |
Trick on the bitch like Robert Kardashian |
Makin' more money than you can imagine |
When you caught lackin', that’s when they attackin' |
Thought I was splurgin', didn’t know I was stackin' |
Why didn’t go jury? |
They said I was trackin' |
She gave me head and I gave her a rack |
It came out his mouth, now he can’t take it back |
Watch what you say, who you callin' a rat |
These niggas spread gossip then call it a fact |
'Fore we give a statement, we’ll lay on the mat |
Free all the soldiers who never roll over |
Who fight for their life, gotta sleep with a knife |
Dawg went to trial and they gave him a life |
But he won his appeal, now he covered in ice |
Young nigga mixin' codeine with the Sprite |
He gon' bust you, gon' sign it and give you three hundred likes |
Stuck a deal, she steppin' for stripes |
And give back to the hood, I bought three hundred bikes |
He’s tryna pull a publicity stunt |
These rappers be pussy, they bleed once a month |
Don’t speak on my name, don’t get put in a blunt |
You can diss all you want, still won’t get a response |
It’s still «Free the gang» 'til they get out the junk |
Stop beatin' 'round the bush and just to the point |
You wanna be me, I know what you want |
But you ain’t gotta pull no publicity stunt |
Live my gun then you die by the gun |
Ain’t gotta care 'bout the shit I done done |
My nigga got bun and he went on the run |
Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk in the front |
Droppin' the ceilin', I’m thinkin' a dawg |
Kill for a livin' and murder for fun |
We ain’t 'bout to pull no publicity stunt |
Nah, we ain’t 'bout to pull no publicity stunt |
I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006 |
I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006 |
I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006 |
I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006 |
Well damn |