Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Publicity Stunt , by - Gucci Mane. Release date: 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 |