Gucci Mane 1017 Mafia

[Young Thug:]

Thugga and Guwop got 100 choppas

1017 we the, Mafia

We the motherfuckin’ mafia nigga

No less than 20 in my trousers lil nigga

Got these bitches bending over like a lineman

Make the pot, bitch straight over like a linemen

Everybody get that green, we the live men

All my slime crickets, I think we need lemons

1017 the mothafucking movement

Pipe that bitch down, I’ma duel it

The way I throw em through it, my arm a Uzi

Bought a bitch a pair of shoes, and fuck her booty

Hol’ it, don’t let up, these niggas can’t catch with thugga no thugger

We eatin’ no other

I’m chubby like my brother

I’m chubby like my mother

We take all yo goodies, and go straight to Costco

Catch up with yo bitch, and turn her into a sucka

We not overseas but you know we Russian

Picnic early, clubbin later

I’m not no candy, but I am a jawbreaker

You think I’m gay, I’ma send ya to meet your maker

Put a hole in yo head like you’s a piston

Thugga and Guwop got 100 choppas

1017 we the, Mafia

We the motherfuckin’ mafia nigga

No less than 20 in my trousers lil nigga

Thugga and Guwop got 100 choppas

1017 we the, Mafia

We the motherfuckin’ mafia nigga

No less than 20 in my trousers lil nigga

Gucci Mane Feets

[Hook:]

A nigga there front me 10 keys

I’m a run up on a nigga on feet

Gotta get back on my feet

Choppa knock a nigga off of his feet

Jump a nigga stunt, cause that’s where my feet

Red bottoms on the bottom of my cleats

The only nigga in a Phantom on feets

Touch me and you’ll be 6 feet deep

[Verse 1:]

Bullshit ass clubbing, yella crook in this bitch

Check a deuce to a 4, I put my foot in this shit

They say that Gucci Mane be flexin unbelievable price

And I know that life is priceless but I pay for yo life

I think I’m Dirty Harry nigga when I got that full fire

And I can never respect a man that can’t look me in my eye

Just as stupid as these rappers if you bullied alive

You brought your knife to a gunfight, yo ass wanna die

I’m not a rapper, I’m a trapper and a rapper disguised

I put the feets on yo, leave a Reebok print on yo eye

I put the feets on the plug cause these prices too high

I’m showin my feet, Louie flip flops, I’m way in Dubai (it’s Gucci)

[Hook:]

A nigga there front me 10 keys

I’m a run up on a nigga on feet

Gotta get back on my feet

Choppa knock a nigga off of his feet

Jump a nigga stunt, cause that’s where my feet

Red bottoms on the bottom of my cleats

The only nigga in a Phantom on feets

Touch me and you’ll be 6 feet deep

[Verse 2:]

Apply pressure, got that neck, I got my foot on it

V12 car, got my foot on it

Gucci cleats on my feet (on yo feet?)

Guc and me, we run the streets (we run the streets)

Walkin like I talk it, clear high goals

Ain’t a funny bone on me homie, bitch you can X-ray my toes

Good in every hood, we run the town

Thousand niggas throwin up B’s, seein toes down

I ain’t jump off the porch, I lived in the streets

Real street cats always land on they feet

Born a standup guy, that’s all I ever knew

You could tell a rich nigga just look at his shoes

[Hook:]

A nigga there front me 10 keys

I’m a run up on a nigga on feet

Gotta get back on my feet

Choppa knock a nigga off of his feet

Jump a nigga stunt, cause that’s where my feet

Red bottoms on the bottom of my cleats

The only nigga in a Phantom on feets

Touch me and you’ll be 6 feet deep

Gucci Mane RR Trucks

[Future:]

I look the devil in his eyes just like the reaper

We start from that shit now we glidin’ on it

I got a bag and cancelled my last ho

Got on 200 sittin’ on the dashboard

You know them M&Ms we stash those

Brand new shoe laces for the transport

That double R truck nigga we waitin’ on it

That double R truck nigga we waitin’ on it

[Gucci Mane:]

I’m Gucci Mane La Flare and to diss me is risky

Future pourin’ lean like its motherfuckin’ whisky

I’m the type of rich they know I’m strapped but don’t frisk me

Its 2016 I’m on my sixteenth Bentley

When I get a chance to vote I’m votin’ for Monica Lewinsky

Cause I’m a paint her face like Leonardo Davinci

Ain’t nothing special about you baby I ain’t finna miss you

Let the next nigga hit you bitch I can’t do nothin’ with you

I’m the God of the trap so every verse is like a scripture

I’m picture perfect pay-per-view you still don’t get the picture

I just want the cash don’t need the gas not even a drop of liquor

I forgot your name forgot your face but won’t forget to tip you

[Future:]

That double R truck nigga we waitin’ on it

That double R truck nigga I’m waitin’ on it

That Rolls Royce truck nigga I’m waitin’ on it

That Rolls Royce truck nigga I’m waitin’ on it

Used to run from the task cause I had the glass on me

Nigga talkin’ all bad cause I got this stash on me

I’m a pour out this lean like Ace of Spade its on me

Used to see ’bout protections, lighten up I’m on fleek

I like my freaks neat I like my money neat

She gave me throat shawty couldn’t had no teeth

I’m sittin’ in a black Lamb’ but my car pink

I did the [?] 10 Ms this week

Made a film now I got to eat

I got a dealership at the crib

I got prescriptions sitin’ in my system

Percocets mollies they stayin’ in my system

I got to pour up and pour for my mental

I got to fly in a private the general

Giorgio Armani I’m the first one to get it

Me and Guwop be the first one to get it

That double R truck nigga we waitin’ on it

That double R truck nigga I’m waitin’ on it

That Rolls Royce truck nigga I’m waitin’ on it

That Rolls Royce truck nigga I’m waitin’ on it

I got a bag and cancelled my last ho

Got on 200 sittin’ on the dashboard

You know them M&Ms we stash those

Brand new shoe laces for the transport

That double R truck nigga we waitin’ on it

That double R truck nigga we waitin’ on it

Gucci Mane Spotlight

It feels so good to be back!

Polow, Usher baby (yeah, Zone 4)

How you doin Gucci? (yeah) (Zone 6)

[Usher – Chorus]

Cause the spolight ain’t nothin without ya girl

And the dance floor ain’t nothing without ya girl

You a show stopper ohhhhhh

Lets get it poppin ohhhhhh

Cause the spolight ain’t nothin without ya girl

And the dance floor ain’t nothing without ya girl

You a show stopper ohhhhhh

Lets get it poppin ohhhhhh

[Gucci Mane]

Rose by fifty

Uh Now she tipsy

Slow dancing in my mansion with no panties

Want to get me

Three girls Gucci trippin

Thats a lot of women

Expensive denim jeans on

Designer heels ya feel me?

I don’t want no violence

But damn she tryin to kill me

She tryin to make me feel her

I’m trying to make her feel me

She just had a long day

Know i got that long cake

I give her that long scream

I fuck with her the long way

[Usher – Chorus]

Cause the spolight ain’t nothin without ya girl

And the dance floor ain’t nothing without ya girl

You a show stopper ohhhhhh

Lets get it poppin ohhhhhh

Cause the spolight ain’t nothin without ya girl

And the dance floor ain’t nothing without ya girl

You a show stopper ohhhhhh

Lets get it poppin ohhhhhh

[Gucci Mane]

Bang bang OKA

Where you want to go today

No she is not a prostitute

But if she was I’d have to pay

Say, lay, you can stay

I sex you up couple days

Tell your girl no need to front

She want participate

Gucci ain’t eliminate

4 girls with me

Simply i glaze they ass

Just like some churches biscuits

Beat her like she stole my Bentley

Swagger jackers pay attention

Cali girl, ATL, Detroit, New York girls be with me

[Usher – Chorus]

Cause the spolight ain’t nothin without ya girl

And the dance floor ain’t nothing without ya girl

You a show stopper ohhhhhh

Lets get it poppin ohhhhhh

Cause the spolight ain’t nothin without ya girl

And the dance floor ain’t nothing without ya girl

You a show stopper ohhhhhh

Lets get it poppin ohhhhhh

[Gucci Mane]

I had a girl left alone

Gucci Mane’s a bachelor

Sex tape just like Pamela

Cause Gucci not an amateur

Mini skirt, sun dress, booty shorts, Monster

Her ass phat as two basketballs

Gucci fittin to dunk her

Pretty like Mariah

Finer than Alicia

Sexy just like Trina, dawg

I bet she a keeper!

Turn me on like Keri

No she is not scared of her

Probably sex her every UH

Cause lil mama is fine as fuck!

[Usher – Chorus]

Cause the spolight ain’t nothin without ya girl

And the dance floor ain’t nothing without ya girl

You a show stopper ohhhhhh

Lets get it poppin ohhhhhh

Cause the spolight ain’t nothin without ya girl

And the dance floor ain’t nothing without ya girl

You a show stopper ohhhhhh

Lets get it poppin ohhhhhh

Gucci Mane I Think I’m In Love

[Chorus]

I think Im in love love love

I think Im in Love Love Love

I think im in love love love

Love love

She think she in love love love

She think she in love love love

She think she in love love love

She fallen in love

[Verse 1]

Canary Diamonds on my fist on wrist and on my neck

Ms. lady say she Know my name And I aint even told her yet

No need ta introduce myself, I let my money do the Greeting

So conceited, that if she ain’t worth talking to then Im not speakin

(GUCCI !)

I’m so single ay lets mingle, can I buy you some champagne

And my sex game gladiator tell me are you entertained

Im an entertainer Baby but my name aint Cedric

I got cheddar and etcetera

So stop the rhetoric

But enough about me baby, sweetie tell bout ya self

Are you married or divorced, dont gotta tell me thats your choice

I like ya voice I like ya swagg

So let nature take its course, Maybe in the Future

Gorgeous I can buy ya ass a Porche

(GUCCI)

[Chorus]

I think Im in love love love

I think Im in Love Love Love

I think im in love love love

Love love

She think she in love love love

She think she in love love love

She think she in love love love

She fallen in love

[Verse 2]

Dont be shy, you and I

Me and You can be as one

I cant lie, won’t deny

Everytime with you is fun

In Dubai, London, Paris baby, we can watch the sun

Set and rise

Or just lay back on the beach and watch the sky

(Gucci)

She’s been sent to me, lent to me

I feel she is God’s gift to me

Its gucci mane on the mic’

While Zay control the symphony

No twistin it she swichin it but she not all promiscuous

Its obvious she’s marvelous and wants to be a part of this

I give her 1,000 percent but this that 50, 50 shit

Im wealthy and Im Healthy so cut off that boy you kickin wit

Give her 1,000 percent but this that 50, 50 shit

I’m wealthy and I’m Healthy so cut off that lame you kick it wit

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Dinner date, please dont be late

Im fiending and don’t wanna wait

Sex so hot and passionate

It’ll make her hyperventilate

Yea Ima bachelor but Im workin my masters

And no im not a doctor but my money

Go way past one, shes hotter than my last one

Sexy like my last chick im checkin out her assets

Her ex-boyfriend is past tense

I talk to her, I listen to her. text her then she text me

I rap to her she walks to me and damn her walk is sexy

Our last nite was so good I think about her next day

More but then four ashtrays she told me boy you crazy

Burnin all my candles and lighting all my incense

Im givin her my imprint cause damn I like her accent

[Chorus]

Gucci Mane Hustle

[Chorus:]

Since you can’t get right Imma show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle show you how to hustle.

Make a grind all night, Imma show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle..

Put ya game down tight Imma show you how to hustle, show you how to husle, show you hwo to hustle.

It’s an all night flight, Imma show you how to hustle, show you hustle, show you how to hustle (Yeahh)

[Verse 1:]

(ughh)

I let my hater be my motivator, I got 20 pounds of purp in my frigerator. (ughh)

So damn an investergator, when I re-up they bring it in a tractor trailor. (ughh)

I’m the king of Decatur man, got that fruity dro any kinda flavor man, (ughh)

Bubble cush or that purple thrax, white rhino you ain’t never heard of dat. (ughh)

I got them sevens fr the buck fifty, 125 if an nigga fuck wit me.

(ughh) you doin bad buyin 50 slabs, I’m in Texico buyin out sandwich bags (ughh)

Niggas churpin on my Nextel, Gucci what it look like nigga fish scales (ughh)

I use to hold down the Hotel, now I’m a member of the Big Cat Cartel

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

(ughh)

I use to be the nigga wit the dimes, now I’m on the grind wit the 4’s and the 9’s. (ughh)

They say it’s Gucci time to shine, a young black Enterprenuer in nhis prime (ughh)

A nigga gota get the whole thang, 19-5 evrytime my phone rang (ughh)

I got so much clientell, black tee, black Gat and a pocket scale (ughh)

So I can’t go broke man, niggas know me as the Dope man’s dope man (ughh)

I made this one for my folks man, for the J’s thatb be smokin outta coke cans (ughh)

and they askin for a wake up, you wanna a brick I gotcha covered like make-up. (ughh)

so wantcha holla atcha boy, you drop a couple dollars, I’ll getcha coke, I’ll getcha boi

[Chorus]

Ima trappa not a rappa

Whole thang gon’ shake time to bust it out the rapper(ugh)

So I aint gotta go plaid

ima make half a mil when my pockets get back(ugh)

Gucci mane on the track im the next best thang since cooked up crack (ugh)

I get my car washed free cause the fiends in the hood man they really love me (ugh)

Trash bag fulla trees lil boys say dey wanna be just like me (ugh)

I move so much purp make a nigga in the hood think his scale dont work (ugh)

Since I linked up with Big Cat he told me I cant sell nothin less that a ten pack (ugh)

My whole advance check I spent that 100 bricks 50 bells and my ten strap(ugh)

[Chorus]

Gucci Mane It Ain’t Funny

[Chorus]

They murked your homeboy that was cold blooded

& Last I heard they killed him over drug money

He died on a Friday at 11:30

Said he left his girl like

I’m double cupped Shawty my cup so dirty (Pouring)

Never seen a nigga drink so muddy (pouring)

Never seen a nigga make this much money

[Verse 1 – Gucci Mane]

Gucci Mane I want my piece of the pie

I sold dope, I didn’t goto DeVry

My mama look me dead square in my eye

And told me you ain’t got to lie boy your high (TRUU)

I was a stick up kid I had a .45

I make a nigga put his hands in the sky

They said ill never make it to 25

I was selling nickle bags in junior high

One day every man goto die

I got a gangsta homie come from the chi

Said he been gang banging ever since he was 5

And everyday he thank the lord he alive

[Chorus]

They murked your homeboy that was cold blooded

& Last I heard they killed him over drug money

He died on a Friday at 11:30

Said he left his girl like 11 birdies

I’m double cupped Shawty my cup so dirty (Pouring)

Never seen a nigga drink so muddy (pouring)

Never seen a nigga make this much money

[Verse 2 – Yo Gotti]

Ghost Thang on the feet Quarter key for the shoes

Ten bands for your life, Five hundred on the tool

That’s a throw away, Bitch I’m bout to take these hoes to school

That’s a murder weapon throw it in the river when you through

On my young nigga shit, in my old school reppin’

With my hat to the back, with my fully loaded weapon

Tried to re-up in my hood, I’mma teach yo ass a lesson

Fresh off a million dollar run, that’s what I call a blessing

Bitch I’m cool with the bank owner fucking on the bank teller

Ten figure nigga hood rich, I can buy whatever

But I remember them days when I was starvin’

Like you remember them days when I was robbin’

Hands Up, Face Down, Lemme’ get ya sack

Kick the door down nigga tell me where its at

Beat a nigga head with a baseball bat till his eyes turn blue and his head turn black

HA, you dont know the half bout that

Break you loose you yo ass bout that

Ain’t no fuck round with them goonies where I’m from, Cuz they not having that

[Chorus]

They murked your homeboy that was cold blooded

& Last I heard they killed him over drug money

He died on a Friday at 11:30

Said he left his girl like

I’m double cupped Shawty my cup so dirty (Pouring)

Never seen a nigga drink so muddy (pouring)

Never seen a nigga make this much money

Gucci Mane Brought Out Them Racks

[Verse 1:]

You’re boyfriends an alcoholic

But Gucci is a reefer chiefer

You’re girlfriends a penis eater

I swear she’s a people pleaser

I’m pouring up 2 liters

And riding in 2 seaters

Sipping on mojitas

One mill on my wife beater

Holiday season aye

You’re boyfriends an alcoholic

But Gucci is a reefer chiefer

You’re girlfriends a penis eater

I swear she’s a people pleaser

I’m born of 2 leaders

And riding in 2 seaters

Sipping on mojitas

One mill on my wife beater

[Verse 2:]

Parley with white people,

Really don’t like people

Party tonight but you must

Go with the right people

Bigger than life nigga,

Came with a knife nigga

And if I’m ending his life

He found out I’m fucking his wife

Leave her

[Verse 3:]

Gucci’s a custom adept

Sex with no feelings attached

Puts on my bachelor pad

Prior the top is detached

Poppin’ and humping and dripping and something

Damn you’re good as one hell of a woman

You telling me something, then telling me nothing

I think about something that keep me from cumming

[Chorus:]

I brought them racks out to play aye mane

I brought them racks out today say mane

I put the racks in your face aye mane

I brought them racks out to safe say mane

I brought them racks out to play aye mane

I brought them racks out today say mane

I put the racks in your face aye mane

I brought them racks out to safe say mane

[Verse 4:]

OK my crib looks like Baywatch

Don’t quit your day job

She walking with nothing

But she leaving my tank top

Lately I’ve been seeing

More champagne than rain drops

B.I.G only thing missing is

Puff saying we can’t stop

Rolling with Jigga but

I’m not a Nets fans

Everything green around me

Like I’m a Jets fan

If it’s green and I burn it

This weed and cash I deserve it

My car and girl both German

Said she Oh I need a surgeon

I’ve been running to the money

And it feels like

I’m racing a turtle, skirt

But boy I got rich so early

I swear I gave my money a curfew

Now all of you niggas alert you

‘Cause I got the bitch that you cant take

Drunk of pussy and champagne

And you ain’t gonna do a damn thing

[Chorus:]

I brought them racks out to play aye mane

I brought them racks out today say mane

I put the racks in your face aye mane

I brought them racks out to safe say mane

I brought them racks out to play aye mane

I brought them racks out today say mane

I put the racks in your face aye mane

I brought them racks out to safe say mane

Gucci Mane Already

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

That murder charge, I beat it already (burrr!)

I left court feeling undefeated like Tom Petty (burr! burrr!)

Drop Chevy painted purple like grape jelly

Don’t hit me if ya’ telling I’m a felon already (pussy!)

Beef come and get it cause I deal it already (it’s gucci!)

There’s so much animosity but work I’m gone sell it (fuck em!)

A tractor trailer fulla purple pounds I’m gone trail it (rob em!)

Big tall goons like Dirk Nowitzki shoot like Jason Terry (shoot!)

Spent 5 million cash done it already (wooo!)

That paper cash confetti got that brand new Scaglietti (wooo!)

Put per miles on it when I wanna fuck her when I’m ready (fuck her!)

My earrings are so sick I need to call the paramedics already (burr! burrr!)

[Hook:]

Put 24’s on that thang I been done it already (squad!)

My homeboy want a fourway I just served him already (wooo!)

That pissy yellow Scaglietti got em’ all ready

I know you wanna fuck her but I smashed her already

Already, Already if you pared to get out my lane already [x2]

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Way too much ice on who cut the lights on? (burrr!)

Know who cut the lights homes just put my watch on (burr! burrr!)

Beam so fast that the police shoulda stopped me (wooo!)

Rolling up the thrax watch the police watch me (stop!)

I’m just too hot-ski came up on the front street

BCNGP [?] all mine behind me

Zone 6 you find me probably testing diamonds

See how I’m ryhming that’s why I’m shining

Time after time man I must remind him

I’m the king of diamonds and mines cost the mostest

Fucking the hostess we just elope bitch

Sold all my dope and I bought me 3 boats trick

[Hook]

Gucci Mane Rolly Up

[Hook: x3]

Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up

If you’ve got a rollie then hold it up

If you ain’t got a rollie bitch step it up

If you got a rollie then keep it up

[Verse 1:]

Since my money fat I’m throwin stacks

Patron shots I’m throwin back

We look good, I’m a spend some racks

Turn round back and a brick squad tat

Taz brought it back but it still don’t pass

Push that Jag with a bag of cash

All this stash, and I hope it lasts

And I’ve never seen the bitch, suck dick so fast

I ain’t even know you was rich like that

How the hell a nigga pull a bitch like that?

How the hell a nigga got a watch like that?

How a nigga face to face with some shit like that?

Better have a mil, we’ve been like that

Tell the hoes how the goose is like that

Whole clique, rock ‘n’ roll looks like that

Got chick like this, so we flex like that

I’m serious, nigga, they’re curipus nigga

These thugs have a bitch delirious nigga

Don’t see it, nigga, can’t hear them niggas

Don’t stand there, and don’t feel them nigga

I’m the trill nigga since a lil nigga

Only difference got it bigger, nigga

She a eye catcher let er car catcher

But it’s chainless so let the watch go

[Hook: x2]

Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up

If you’ve got a rollie then hold it up

If you ain’t got a rollie then step it up

If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold it up)

[Verse 2:]

A dope boy watch is a Rolex

Every dope boy dream to have a Rolex

Everybody in the hood want a Rolex

You better keep your pistol with your Rolex

Ride, smoking, counting in that Rolls Royce

I brought the streets back, it needed my voice

Took the nigga for a check and bought a white horse

Bought a gold rollie just to match the dope

You want a yacht, master know your mathematics

Hold your rollie up, and view a real traffic

I’m not a real rapper, I’ve got a real chick

Real street nigga, with a rollie

[Hook: x2]

Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up

If you’ve got a rollie then hold it up

If you ain’t got a rollie bitch step it up

If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold it up)

[Verse 3:]

There’s a plan, masterpiece, no AP

64 Gs tryina freeze me

My diamonds kicking, Jet Li

I’m balling hard, no referee

Brought present watches for the homies

Crime pay, fuck police

Came a long way from that Benny

Getting topped off of my Bentley!

It’s a Daytona, no Hubo

Got a pink slip, no car note

I’m balling hard, fucking up a chick

Real street nigga, I ain’t gotta flex

I can count a mil, don’t break a sweat

That iced out rollie got a pussy wet

Got your little brother throwing up the set

Got your lil sister throwing up the set

Waka Flocka Flame!

[Interlude:]

Chugga then your motherfucker, screaming Rolex game

If you own a rollie, getting money, do your thang

You a broke nigga, kill yourself – Kurt Cobain

Squad!

[Hook: x2]

Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up

If you’ve got a rollie then hold it up

If you ain’t got a rollie bitch step it up

If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold your rollie up)