Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Story , by - Gucci Mane. Release date: 27.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Story |
| I got 25 pipes in my book bag |
| 25 ounces of that OG gag |
| I got a mouthful of y’all niggas OG bag |
| And I’m a paper round 1 and y’all not fed |
| I got the pretty ice glass with the dragons |
| I made a half of mil made out of fan kits |
| And I still get the dough to your daddy |
| Coming on cause you know I fuck your mamy |
| 26 is great 8 with the headbag |
| Can’t hear from your mama what a G bag |
| Red 4's on already black bentley |
| Crib blue forging lookin just like pentley |
| On way nigga but I rhyme on the schemeless |
| Just hit a lick so I’m finna spend plenty |
| Pop up in the club I ain’t thought up in the 20 |
| I at least made 20 mil on I 20 |
| 20 year old, hit 20 fucking licks |
| 30 years old Gucci 20 year old bitch |
| Acting roze at 30 years old |
| Suicide dogs, I don’t wanna die bitch |
| Got a call from my niggas said daddy what a bleach |
| Tell me where you wanna come that’s where he will be |
| Pillow with a mac 11 rding for the fresh |
| And a nigga gon jump me, a nigga gon jump |
| Just got a call and my dog got some steady |
| Get the car keys and the chopper’s out the alley |
| This the part of the game where shit gets tragic |
| Nigga say he got problem, we gotta let him have it |
| All a couple AK’s and a couple cars |
| With my dog been robbin' now we got a couple problems |
| He wrong or he right, bitch we shoot on sight |
| Burn your man’s house down the next morning catch a flight |
| Check 'em out her hope he told his family good night |
| Out in Vegas partying like it ain’t shit happened |
| Out here fucking with these bitches tryin to see what happenin |
| I hate bitch ass niggas with a passion |
| I had to leave ain’t got time for no question asking |
| Feet kicked up smoking and relaxing |
| Shoot a nigga ass out, John Paxen |
| I’m the type of nigga will shoot you in public |
| Rather to a nigga that I robbed in the public |
| I said I heard you lookin for me and he try to change the subject |
| Had that pussy in my breeze said he thought I went epic |
| Up in told all day riding through the public |
| Somebody called the police cause they thought I was gonna bust them |
| I ain’t get shit bad that is not out for discussion |
| They say the nose on 6 boys had to be trusted |
| But love ever take you there and pull up in the cullies |
| If your nigga had a roast then the pussy nigga lucky |
| I might pull up in a Rolls Royce and pull up in a bucket |
| Ye I rob your home boy but I ain’t motherfucking ducking |
| If you see me in the club better keep on trucking |
| Cause these niggas on the fuck shit and they ain’t with the fuck around |
| Got a pistol with you dog and here it’s the crystal |
| Matter of fact 2 pistols can’t let you get the pistol |
| You made it I was 8 when I first learned to wrestle |
| I was bind on cook, man those fuckers was catching |
| Get silly squick, man the law he was blessing |
| Got a car and then a tec got a whole lot of weaponry |
| How the bed how the dough where I go off the extasy |
| Can’t pull a move maybe nigga was finessing |
| But I broke off and got it bigger on professionally |
| Then my first second mil put that pussy along that massacre |