Lyrics Publicity Stunt - Gucci Mane

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