Gucci Mane Block Party

[Intro]

Geah, geah, Gucci

Geah, geah, Juice

Zay we eskimos

Whassup Juan T? Boss Lady?

Geah, E.A., E.A., E.A., I mean

E.A., E.A., E.A., I mean

This a block party nigga, you serve the blocks nigga

or you ain’t comin nigga, geah, Atlanta

[Chorus 2X:]

It’s my party, buy a dub if you want to

30 if you want to, 40 then I front you

A block on a plate, take a line if you want to

You know that you want to, I know what’chu gonna do

10 and a half, 30 bags in a drought (Gucci!)

Gucci run the 6 with a pot in the vault

Hey yeah I roll, hey yeah I steal

Hey yeah I smoke drink and pop pills (yeah)

Nigga this my party, where do you live? (Huh?)

Who let you in, how’d you get here?

Gucci go bonkers, man the flow’s monster

Old folks wonder how I ride Hummer

Corvette, old school, Verte look like Tonka

Fo’ deep gangsta, negro wood rocker

Chopper, flames jump out just like Flocka

Nigga drop us be missin like Jimmy Hoffa

[Chorus]

Eskimos baby, where the igloo at?

I’m double if you cut me my wet might leak out

Million dollar traphouse, and I just cashed out (whassup Juice?)

Got the red car cause it can’t mace{?} out

And I bring packs out, thrice house, sex out

It’s my block, this where them feds get slammed out (yeah)

and issue that crack out (yeah) two chicks at my crack house (yeah)

Can I suck your dick? Hell nah you junkie bitch

Can’t touch my work or dick your worthless piece of shit

I’m up three million, and that’s just here licks

I sell white icks, on to that bass bricks

Save your compartment, save the deposit

Glock no safety, I already cocked it

Gucci two bands, can’t fit in a wallet

I’m all ’bout the profit, the feds keep watchin

Gucci two bands, can’t fit in a wallet

I’m all ’bout the profit, the feds keep watchin (Gucci)

[Chorus]

I turned my Glock, to a Mac, with a 30 round clip

Everybody step back, I’m fin’ to let this fucker rip

Nigga don’t slip, sniper rifle equal

Street sweeper hit that ass here the bill on the igloo

Buy the tips, and the Glock, bet that sink your battleship

Pussy bwoy, musta thought, Gucci Mane wouldn’t rip

Who the hell you think I am? Musta thought I was a bitch

Last time I took a piss, man I knew I had a dick – PUSSY!

[Chorus]

Gucci Mane I’m So Numb

[Verse 1:]

I got a killer pack of ganja screamin out cowabunga

Ferrari boy baby yo nigga still drive a Honda

I’m a trapper turned rapper, rapper turned to an actor

Homie ain’t nothin but he’s a nonfactor

Niggas claim we country pull up in like a tractor

Gucci Manes a bachelor yo man, fake as a wrestler

Zone 6 Master, shut up before I slap ya

Pulled out that 50 caliber set it before I ask ya

Violence is not the answer, Please put down your rifle

I’d rather kill ’em all with kindness, I am only trying to help you

I told her shut the fuck and get on the ground bitch (SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH)

Don’t make a fuckin’ sound bitch (GET YO BITCH ASS DOWN)

He just booked me for a walk through

Some killers in ya town bitch!

[Chorus:]

You can try and flatter me

It don’t really matter to me

It’s all chit-chatter to me

My pockets gettin’ fatter ya see

Nuuuumb

I’m so numb [x8]

[Verse 2:]

It don’t even bother me

Ya homegirl jockin’ me

Yo nigga bottle blockin’ me

My diamonds are shockin to see (BURR BURR)

The same way I’m rockin’ the street

Is the same way I’m rockin’ the beat

Shut the fuck up I ain’t talkin to you

And shut the fuck up you ain’t talkin to me

I know a nigga down [?] ya see

The fo’ gave him like forty-three

And when he get out he’ll be sixty-three

But it don’t matter he gone keep it G

Look in the mirror you look just like me

But you ain’t got money just like me

Yeah you can ball out just like me

Try and flatter me I know you see

[Chorus]

Gucci Mane Paranoid

[Hook – Gucci Mane:]

Paranoid, I got ya paranoid

Gucci Mane the trap God and I had you paranoid

Paranoid, I got ya paranoid

You can run but you can’t hide cause I can see you, boy

Paranoid, I got ya paranoid

Gucci Mane the trap God and I had you paranoid

Paranoid, I got ya paranoid

Gucci Mane, I’m on that ass, I got ya paranoid

[Verse 1 – Chaz Gotti:]

I see you, boy, see you, boy, might not wanna be you, boy

Made me pull that heater, boy, I sip on lean, that eastern, boy

Shout-out [?], boy

My bitch is bad, she get you picture perfect, Mona Lisa

Don’t step on my sneaks

Two chains on like Tity Boi, you know clique on my Ditty, boy

Drop the top, no ceilin’, boy, man, get out your feelings, boy

Gun tech nigga like Allen, four rings on, no Audi

Pulled up in the Audi, all these money problems

There’s a drought on Act? I got it, I heard there was an outage

All this smoney pilin’, niggas paranoid around me

I breakdance in the park, they call me Gotti MC Hammer

Free Guwop, Guwop, Guwop, nigga, king of East Atlanta

[Hook – Gucci Mane:]

Paranoid, I got ya paranoid

Gucci Mane the trap God and I had you paranoid

Paranoid, I got ya paranoid

You can run but you can’t hide cause I can see you, boy

Paranoid, I got ya paranoid

Gucci Mane the trap God and I had you paranoid

Paranoid, I got ya paranoid

Gucci Mane, I’m on that ass, I got ya paranoid

[Verse 2 – Waka Flocka Flame:]

Lord knows that llama on me, fuck you and your dead homies

Plug dead, juggin’ Taylor Swift, pussy shot at me but the nigga missed

Ballin’ 09 poppin’ cleats, your favorite rapper lame, he just poppin’ shit

It’s a doggy dogg world, baby girl, better get your money, don’t fuck for free

How the fuck you Muslim with a Jesus piece?

I can tell he nervous when he look at me

Murk your lil homie, wipe his house with bleach

Imma teach ya pussy niggas not to reek

Imma teach ya pussy niggas how to beef

Imma teach ya pussy niggas not to talk

Nigga freezed up when he shot the four

Throw the E’s up like a GD4

[Hook – Gucci Mane:]

Paranoid, I got ya paranoid

Gucci Mane the trap God and I had you paranoid

Paranoid, I got ya paranoid

You can run but you can’t hide cause I can see you, boy

Paranoid, I got ya paranoid

Gucci Mane the trap God and I had you paranoid

Paranoid, I got ya paranoid

Gucci Mane, I’m on that ass, I got ya paranoid

Gucci Mane Heavy

Gucci, gucci

Whats up corey

Back in the trap!

Heavy, real heavy, its so heavy, heavy, real heavy

Gucci, gucci, gucci, gucci,

Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy,

Somebody help me,

My neck hurt, my chain heavy,

Heavy, door heavy, flow heavy,

Gucci bag full of cash, its so heavy,

Listen, I cant land it, I go get it,

My ego gettin too big, its too heavy,

My head gettin too big, its so heavy,

Somebody help me, took all this cash its too heavy.

My bitch say everytime she look up im bout to do a cook up ,

I told he if she know like I know she will shut the fuck up,

Introduce color the soda and I said yall need to hook up,

I pimp that white girl like a mother fuckin hooker,

I took 300 out my stash and I went and bought a phantom,

I need some toilet paper, im the shit in east atlanta,

On a 90 day tour so my niggas really miss me,

I couldnt kick it with them so I took my whole hood with me,

And I just got out of jail, ya they tried to michael vick me,

I gave my lawyer half a mill and told him come and get me,

Im not wit g-unit but this drum here cost me 50,

This chain another 50 thats a hundred on you snitches

Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy,

Somebody help me,

My neck hurt, my chain heavy,

Heavy, door heavy, flow heavy,

Gucci bag full of cash, its so heavy,

Listen, I cant land it, I go get it,

My ego gettin too big, its too heavy,

My head gettin too big, its so heavy,

Somebody help me, took all this cash its too heavy.

Im so confused, dont have a clue, man, what to do.

Should I rob him, or should I serve him, you know the rules,

I keep miami heat, got more scrap then a gun show,

Run up on the kid, I have you moarning like alonzo,

Try me if you want to, I send my shooters pronto,

I know u die, but hell I dont know where you gotta go,

Run up on me wrong, try your luck, cause I dont think so,

This four four that I told will leave a whole size of a pot hole.

Yeah I got amigo, but they dont bring me tacco,

Only bring me kilos, but keep that on the d lo.

Im getting my tip fade cut, bouldercrest, and flat show,

Wish a nigga would run up on me like im brisco.

Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy,

Somebody help me,

My neck hurt, my chain heavy,

Heavy, door heavy, flow heavy,

Gucci bag full of cash, its so heavy,

Listen, I cant land it, I go get it,

My ego gettin too big, its too heavy,

My head gettin too big, its so heavy,

Somebody help me, took all this cash its too heavy.

Uh well I think I need a hundred pack, and I aint even finished,

Im im in this deuplex in the 6, I only use the kitchen,

Im the same with my grinder post, yeah I got big bags of smoke,

You fuck niggas dont call my phone unless you wanna buy some dro,

I got birds like atlanta zoo, bitch you a fool,

I got goons like a scary movie, yeah that is true,

And I change cars like a rich white girl change shoes,

Gotta go, go get get them the money, little cuz wanna duce,

And I was holdin under 32, 2002 you know its true,

Bought em a sun valley jacob, me and juice, you know the crue.

I got money stacks credential, now still aint spent old bred,

If you wanna gladly pour some change on your own head.

Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy,

Somebody help me,

My neck hurt, my chain heavy,

Heavy, door heavy, flow heavy,

Gucci bag full of cash, its so heavy,

Listen, I cant land it, I go get it,

My ego gettin too big, its too heavy,

My head gettin too big, its so heavy,

Somebody help me, took all this cash its too heavy.

Heavy!

Gucci Mane Icy Lil Bitch

(Zaytoven)

Burr, Ziggy

Burr, Gucci

Wop

She an icy lil bitch, the bitch is so icy

Burr, burr, burr, burr

But she a sheisty lil bitch, the bitch is so sheisty

Bling-bling, bling-blaow

She an icy lil bitch, the bitch is so icy

Burr, burr, burr, burr

But she a sheisty lil bitch, the bitch is so sheisty

Bling-bling, bling-blaow

Man the bitch got fresh at the mouth so I iced her

She said something so slick I disliked her

If you ain’t getting no cash like this you can’t pipe her

But if you rock a watch like this it entice her

Man I can’t even front on the chick cause she grinding

Necklace full of diamonds, wrist and fist blinding

The type of chick that Guwap like, you can’t find

It’s a clause in my young bitch contract you can’t sign

Her closet like Rodeo got all type of designers and

Every time she leave up out the house niggas remind her

That she the baddest bitch in the world and they want her

But she just a material girl just like Madonna

She an icy lil bitch, the bitch is so icy

Burr, burr, burr, burr

But she a sheisty lil bitch, the bitch is so sheisty

Bling-bling, bling-blaow

She an icy lil bitch, the bitch is so icy

Burr, burr, burr, burr

But she a sheisty lil bitch, the bitch is so sheisty

Bling-bling, bling-blaow

Chilling in the pent playing jazz, she got jazzy

She’s a pretty lil bitch but her mouth is too nasty

The way she do the trick with her tongue, the bitch had me

She’s a spoiled girl, rotten, so bad, I play daddy

See I’m the type of rich that I give before you ask me

I got the type of dick make a rich girl start harassing

I started in the trap then I switched and started rapping

She started drinking shots of Patron and started laughing

Ciroc passion fruit now she sucking me with a passion

A fire breathing dragon, she riding me like a taxi

We started off as friends and then we started smashing

Soon as she got a good dose of the macking she start bragging

She an icy lil bitch, the bitch is so icy

Burr, burr, burr, burr

But she a sheisty lil bitch, the bitch is so sheisty

Bling-bling, bling-blaow

She an icy lil bitch, the bitch is so icy

Burr, burr, burr, burr

But she a sheisty lil bitch, the bitch is so sheisty

Bling-bling, bling-blaow

Gucci Mane Chicken Room

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

If this a cold drop and why you waiting cold dope

Great liquor small lines in the dope house

And too far smoking cigars and dining room

Got birds everywhere this calls the dining room

Three hundred pound roll tight on the [?] room

And who the close act the money in the closet fool

I’m not a handles Gucci keeps a lot of tools

I teach nigga how to cut it like this bubble coop

Wait a minute just be patient I may take a minute

On the [?] dark say easy I’m in the kitchen and I’m water [?]

I hear the flickers em

[Hook:]

Got cities scroll it got no money in my living room

Got birds everywhere I call it the chicken room

And I’m bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon

That bird is everywhere I call it the chicken room

Got cities scroll it got no money in my living room

Got birds everywhere I call it the chicken room

And I’m bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon

That bird is everywhere I call it the chicken room

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

I’m with my damn with my madam and I’m fat blunt

I call the ashes in the [?]

I’m having fun be my dawn celebrating fun

I need a bottle time what crack one

Me and Ross on the block what a [?]

I’m in the zone system I’m cool with my black gun

True religion 50 in my true religion

And they no [?] fifty in my rolly jeans

Ain’t no whine chain you want to everything

You know my regime how money I means

I pray to your clan, I pray to your roll I got a hundred things

I’m tryin to [?] y’all

[Hook:]

Got cities scroll it got no money in my living room

Got birds everywhere I call it the chicken room

And I’m bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon

That bird is everywhere I call it the chicken room

Got cities scroll it got no money in my living room

Got birds everywhere I call it the chicken room

And I’m bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon

That bird is everywhere I call it the chicken room

[Verse 3: Rocko]

Hey, all I see the dawn I’m flyer than them all

Who that say the [?] the cash right on

I call my Monaco big [?] scared

People whatever they hear they nigga Paris

I [?] I can’t spare it

Unless you my coach that’s why I roll the vouches

[?]

[Hook:]

Got cities scroll it got no money in my living room

Got birds everywhere I call it the chicken room

And I’m bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon

That bird is everywhere I call it the chicken room

Got cities scroll it got no money in my living room

Got birds everywhere I call it the chicken room

And I’m bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon

That bird is everywhere I call it the chicken room

Gucci Mane James Bond

[Hook: x2]

Taze is not my bar

Jay pull got me switching up the car

Talking bu fu fu audemars

An my motor blew on this more more

[Verse 1:]

Longway chamber

Full fergus on

Bad bitch with puns

Get my fucking gangster on

Hold on get my OG on

Hold up on my stuff on

Pike up and briss counts as fun

Took it make it plays at home

The foreign, I just fully gadget person

But in gets the ratchet

Loaded plowing loaded for

Took the gun for sneaky bouncing

OG get one we can bounce in

A thousand on just help me scout for

Who wanna fuck I always help it

My time won’t say it help me

My jewels on another level

So much cash gonna need a shovel

Play by debts feed their burial

30 sides sees tiberia

I ain’t talking loud nigga

I ain’t trying to scare you

I’m a long way but I come to your area

Each of our bars 4G homies on the fuck

With my arm hanging out y’all never for the problems

[Hook: x2]

Taze is not my bar

Jay pull got me switching up the car

Talking bu fu fu audemars

An my motor blew on this more more

[Verse 2:]

Ye it’s your odd boys what the fuck you think

For a drank in my cup Kirko Bangz where he come from

She gotta be a chill lady with a damn pompom

A long way blow with a palm in a pompom

Looking all sail south beach on the country

Pirates pat with my palm on my wrist beat

Whooping up with the cane here to make your heartbeat

Smoking on mirage and cloud 99 be

Running round the live here popping on molly

Switching on foreigners can’t catch Longway

Burn on the streets, can’t catch Longway

Burn out of heat safari on my feet

Jiga boo fool on me

Why say lipstick girl come kiss me

Bustin that spandex, girl you took it

On like automated I took the station

My motor blow on the court of 4 on the circuit

Pants on the road you’ll get em when the sun lift

Pull up at your door I ain’t trying to hit a dumpster

PeeWee J bum and my fly in the sun beam

I open on fire stay on the door step

Pro with the 24510 in it

Longway J but smash on anything

This y’all odd boys vicious on piggy rain

[Hook: x2]

Taze is not my bar

Jay pull got me switching up the car

Talking bu fu fu audemars

An my motor blew on this more more

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