Lyrics Texter - Gucci Mane, Young Thug

Texter

I cut in a motherfucker’s breath\n80 chains sitting on my motherfucking dresser\nI give you 500 but little D could go in lesser\nAll I know is ride around with J’s, they the testers\nAlligator crocodile with bumps, just like eczema\nBlack and white marble floors in the house like checkers\nGave her two bands inside of Lenox, that’s just my tender\nAnd you know my jewelry sip of water\nI spoil her, your daughter\nShe just want me down so we slide off four quarters\nAnd we know how I chain like Marlboros, I love em\nFucked the girl once, and no call her, no bother\nPlus I stole money from my mother and father\nCall up MPA Duke and tell him pull up in the charger\n500 deep the nigga mug, he might be retarded\nI just hit a crip, bitch she think I play with the dodgers\nUncle Phil picked me up from Crim, I ridin on Marta\nI got me a golden gun\nI got me a golden gun\nI still blow trust funds\nI still blow trust funds\nI throw a whole lot of ones\nI throw a whole lot of ones\nWe fuck hoes by the groups\nWe don’t do no ones\nI cut in a motherfucker’s breath\n80 chains sitting on my motherfucking dresser\nI give you 500 but little D could go in lesser\nAll I know is ride around with J’s, they the testers\nAlligator crocodile with bumps, just like eczema\nBlack and white marble floors in the house like checkers\nGave her two bands inside of Lenox, that’s just my tender\nAnd you know my jewelry sip of water\nI spoil her, your daughter\nBuy her a just like Ricky\nTwo million dollars worth of land, just like Disney\nOG swag for 5 years, nothin but chucks and dickies\nAll red Bentley, and that inside stuffed with bitches\nOn my way to Haiti (they love Haiti lingo)\nAll the cars foreign, little kids play bingo\nMuntari Rashid, R.I.P. to Migo\nAll the boys in jail, free all of my people\nI got me a golden gun\nI got me a golden gun\nI still blow trust funds\nI still blow trust funds\nI throw a whole lot of ones\nI throw a whole lot of ones\nWe fuck hoes by the groups\nWe don’t do no ones\nI cut in a motherfucker’s breath\n80 chains sitting on my motherfucking dresser\nI give you 500 but little D could go in lesser\nAll I know is ride around with J’s, they the testers\nAlligator crocodile with bumps, just like eczema\nBlack and white marble floors in the house like checkers\nGave her two bands inside of Lenox, that’s just my tender\nAnd you know my jewelry sip of water\nI spoil her, your daughter