(Chorus)
Dont let your mouth right a check that yo a** cant cash
im the lawnmower man and yo a** is grass 2x
Gucci Mane make a n**** wear his s*** back
actin bad like a kid at six flags
i send some slugs at yo b**** a**
in my hood aint no love for yo b**** a**
50 pounds of that trashbag
anybody move then that n**** get blast at
hit a lick fo about 50 stacks
n**** trippin talkin bout gucci bring the money back
half a brick and im buckin that
im in the trap where the jockies at
im gettin fat f***** jumpin jacks
zay drop a track though any strippa jockin that
ill put a hole in ya stocking cap
work ya like a b**** at the body tap
i stay scrap blow you off the map
n***** hate behind my back but what they see_____
(Chorus)
Im from the hood i punch yo lights out
ill take ya jewelry though im iced out
gucci mane got that cane in
i swear ill never tuck my chain in
you just a thug in trainin
im a thug entertainin
willie im a street n****
that choppa on the seat n****
im ready for that beef n****
young gucci gotta eat n****
i guess ill see ya when i see ya n****
i wouldnt wanna be ya n****
now aint that like a n****
tryna sound like a n****
a lova not a fighta n****
but let me see ya lighta n****
(chorus)
you see the bracelet on my arm
my necklace my charm
im dangerous an all
with ____ and b****
yung dun slugged out with tons and rons
in the club put on like _____
young truly young gucci all i do is hustle hard
never had credit but use my tool as a mastercard
grimey and griesey hotter than cooking with log
gucci mane on the block and again im cooking yo boss
its that grown a** s*** n**** bring all the tarp
when i snap they have to call me leitenant sarge
bring the whole entorauge see she thinkin you hard
and watch how quick i load the choppa bullets you gotta dodge uugh
gucci mane on the track n****
zaytoven on the track n****
big cat la flair n****
im the lawnmower man n****
(Chorus)
Dont let your mouth right a check that yo a** cant cash
im the lawnmower man and yo a** is grass 2x
Gucci Mane make a n**** wear his s*** back
actin bad like a kid at six flags
i send some slugs at yo b**** a**
in my hood aint no love for yo b**** a**
50 pounds of that trashbag
anybody move then that n**** get blast at
hit a lick fo about 50 stacks
n**** trippin talkin bout gucci bring the money back
half a brick and im buckin that
im in the trap where the jockies at
im gettin fat f***** jumpin jacks
zay drop a track though any strippa jockin that
ill put a hole in ya stocking cap
work ya like a b**** at the body tap
i stay scrap blow you off the map
n***** hate behind my back but what they see_____
(Chorus)
Im from the hood i punch yo lights out
ill take ya jewelry though im iced out
gucci mane got that cane in
i swear ill never tuck my chain in
you just a thug in trainin
im a thug entertainin
willie im a street n****
that choppa on the seat n****
im ready for that beef n****
young gucci gotta eat n****
i guess ill see ya when i see ya n****
i wouldnt wanna be ya n****
now aint that like a n****
tryna sound like a n****
a lova not a fighta n****
but let me see ya lighta n****
(chorus)
you see the bracelet on my arm
my necklace my charm
im dangerous an all
with ____ and b****
yung dun slugged out with tons and rons
in the club put on like _____
young truly young gucci all i do is hustle hard
never had credit but use my tool as a mastercard
grimey and griesey hotter than cooking with log
gucci mane on the block and again im cooking yo boss
its that grown a** s*** n**** bring all the tarp
when i snap they have to call me leitenant sarge
bring the whole entorauge see she thinkin you hard
and watch how quick i load the choppa bullets you gotta dodge uugh
gucci mane on the track n****
zaytoven on the track n****
big cat la flair n****
im the lawnmower man n****
(Chorus)