- Gucci Mane Die A Gangsta 歌词
- Future Gucci Mane
- Better hope you die a gangster, gangster, gangsta
Super, out of here, yeah
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, there's too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot,
Put them O's in an asshole
I'm running on X pills,
I'm out of control
I'm running on X pills,
I'm out of control
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
I had to do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha,
I had a crush when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast,
We got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the desperado,
This a ************' trip
Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these ******, they ain't real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can't even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah
60 K on sip, 100 rounds in the clip
Somebody playin', they got spilt
Went I hit the set you better dip
Spit the block with the AK,
I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush in a leaf
Told you ****** I'm a beast
If you try your luck, it ain't sweet
I'ma put these ****** right beneath me
I make my way throughout the East
My plug 10 with the molly
I put your main in the knotty
I double barrel with the shotty
You pump fakin' with some riders
You lucky they ain't hit your mama
A lot of pain in my body
Got me smokin' *********
Pulled up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a ***** whacked
Pulled up, took a ***** ho
Pluto running through the racks
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these ******, they ain't real
Man I flew off on the scene,
I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can't even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah
Just got a Black Card... just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump? I'ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa,
I'ma **** up the profit
I'm the Grinch that stole Christmas,
I might go in your stocking
I'm talkin'. too cocky,
I got so much juice
My wrist is. too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I'm talkin' plug talk, this don't pertain to you
Cause I'm a trap astronaut,
I use ******* for fuel
You got a meetin' with my shooters, it's been arranged for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne's for you
You're talkin' gangster but you'se a lame, this ain't the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, this ain't the gang for you
It's Wop
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these ******, they ain't real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can't even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah
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