verse 1: early in the mornin im cookin a brick see i aint really thinkin bout them snitches and shit its hard as a bitch but i gives a fuck i swag threw the six with my pistols up brick boy click put ya pistols up so icy on my tag nigga eat my dust im high as a plane and in god i trust a nigga try us then his head is busted im smarter then u niggas that how i got my bust niggas sendin threats like we give a fuck niggas probly mad cause her buzz was cut and im in the city screamin bricks are us (gucci) chorus: gucci mane the eskimo burr ya bitch i drop 100 racks and wont miss the shit that fuck shit that fuck shit bitch miss me with and if yo baby mama died i wouldnt miss the bitch repeat verse 2: im ganster like al capone or james cady these rap puss aint really hard the just actin i sold bricks for real the whie dragons sixteen to twenty two five im igh taxin depends on yo tax pockets or your package twenty one five right now and im happy it jump to twenty three and im a start clapin yo folks aint workin shit my shops open im on deck brick with no flex get snowed in like lagurte n alport got 150 bricks with no passport and good for 400 if i asked for it u got taxe for it ill pay cash for it ill send out for it then bring back yorin ya got taxe for it ill pay cash for it ill send out for it then bring back yorin chorin chorus: verse 3: gucci front shoes adem right in the bag in my gucci corvete i know you like that swag polar bear gucci chillin off of my igloo 30 inch rims so deep u fit yo kids threw keep yo dick out my girl gucci forbids u chopper leave hoes imagine what that shit do duce duce bustin and screrrrrrrr amuse u so many wipes little mama comfuse you bart simpson chain some strange ass cartoon dude hummer fully loaded with the crome and moon roof gucci mane the juice man burr ya bitch we'll drop 100 racks and wont miss the shit (gucci) Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com