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bipolar - gucci mane lyrics

[intro: gucci mane & quavo]
ahh, g-got it on smash
og parker, go
bipolar (brr), bipolar (huh), yeah

[chorus: gucci mane & quavo]
bipolar with the check (bipolar)
i just put somethin’ crazy ’round my neck (bipolar)
go crazy with your ex (bipolar)
i just might go crazy with my b-tch (bipolar)
bipolar with the check (bipolar)
i just put somethin’ crazy ’round my neck (bipolar, yeah)
bipolar with my wrist (bipolar)
bipolar, man i keep on switchin’ whips (bipolar)

[verse 1: gucci mane, quavo, & both]
rude bipolar gang, diamond tennis chains on huge (huge)
a marijuana war, we’ll take your trees like scrooge (yeah)
my b-tch bad and yellow, but my hunnids all blue (bad)
i just went bipolar, put my wrist on tom cruise
insane man, my stash man, it’s crazy in the range
he must be bipolar ’cause he can’t stay in his lane
i’m talking to my shrink, and i’m draped in a mink
she asked me want i need, i said, “b-tch i need some’ to drink”
ice cream mane, man i pull up in a tank (woo)
i feel like mamma mia ’cause i’m whippin’ in the sink (yeah)
the coroner, the huncho, the leader of the game (yeah)
bipolar, c-murder, the draco with the shank

[verse 2: quavo]
swappin’ out the lamb’, think i’m crazy (skrrt)
sh-ttin’ on these hoes, tried to play me (ugh)
bipolar, i been spending cash lately (cash)
make you drown in the sauce, too much gravy
ball player sh-t, we get cash in this b-tch (ball)
money stretch too long, from the nawf to the six (ayy)
bipolar gang ’cause i spazz on that b-tch (gang, gang)
i f-cked her, then get out of my face, that’s that bipolar sh-t (oh yeah)
dance on that work, huncho james brown
all them colors in your stones like a d-mn clown (clown)
screw that tip on that uzi, don’t make no sound (shh)
pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, man down
two million in cars (two), i don’t know what to drive (no)
neck ice polar (polar), all my hoes be bi (bi)
jet fly solo (solo), like a bird in the sky (sky)
try the gang, we fold ya (fold ya), extendos and 9s (9s)
went bipolar in chanel, went bipolar on the scale (scale)
went bipolar on the plug, told him, “feed me bales” (yeah)
went bipolar on drugs (drugs), they be telling me, “chill” (chill)
gave my mom her first dub, she thought i was goin’ to jail (mama, huncho)

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