Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Story, artist - Gucci Mane.
Date of issue: 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 |