richer than errybody - gucci mane lyrics
[chorus: gucci mane]
one brick, he think he richer than errybody
two bricks, he think he richer than errybody
four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
fresh out, he thinkin’ ’bout robbin’ errybody
fresh out, he thinkin’ ’bout robbin’ errybody
gucc’ is a murder, he got dead bodies
certified, he cook way better than errybody
he traumatised, he done seen too many dead bodies
i ain’t loving ’cause these b-tches f-ckin’ errybody
i drop my top, i do the dance, i’m stuntin’ on errybody
[verse 1: youngboy never broke again]
drive the mclaren on bentley corners (skrr)
i ride through the six with that burner on me
i’ma get that lil’ b-tch and that’s if i want her
i’ma nut in that hoe like a sperm donor
sellin’ drugs, got the feds on us
brand new xd with the beam on it
i’m mixin’ my blunt with that lean on it
sippin’ dirty, it’s clean? then i’on want it
my pocket filled with them dead bodies
young boy thinkin’ he richer than everybody
n-gg- play with my sh-t? i’ma red dot him
that n-gg- start snitchin’, the feds got him
gotta eight of the ac’ in the baby bottle
got a hundred round clip on the wooden chopper
he got him a brick and he started wylin’
he say he cook better than errybody
i’ma stay with the stick ’cause i know they watchin’
i’m droppin’ a bag on everybody
got a b-tch from the eight wit’ a wide body
i think that she f-ckin’ on everybody
’til the day that i die, i’ma take narcotics
b-tch, i’m catchin’ a cell on [?] pilot
got these diamonds all over my f-cking body
like he f-cking with me? i’ma see about it
[chorus: gucci mane]
one brick, he think he richer than errybody
two bricks, he think he richer than errybody (two)
four bricks, he think he richer than errybody (four)
fresh out, he thinkin’ ’bout robbin’ errybody
fresh out, he thinkin’ ’bout robbin’ errybody
gucc’ is a murder, he got dead bodies (gucci)
certified, he cook way better than errybody
he traumatised, he done seen too many dead bodies
i ain’t loving ’cause these b-tches f-ckin’ errybody
i drop my top, i do the dance, i’m stuntin’ on errybody
[verse 2: gucci mane]
i’m from the zone six, so i seen a lotta dead bodies
[?] and they brought out all them dead bodies
i got so rich, them haters got a lot to say about it (huh?)
these boys so broke, they need to go to church and pray about it (d-mn)
i bring that dope to berman hamptons, call it gucci county (skrr, skrr)
they put some money on my head ‘but they couldn’t make the bounty
i was so f-cking underground, don’t even know how they find me
feel like obama when i move ’cause i keep soldiers ’round me
i’m not in the nba but i be ballin’ on b-tches (ballin’)
gotta carry credit cards, my cash too big for my britches
yeah i came up out the trenches, i don’t f-ck wit’ no snitches (yeah)
n-gg-s stay trippin’ ’til some of they friends come up missin’ (guap)
[verse 3: dababy]
you ain’t never put out on a n-gg-, then lil’ n-gg-, shut up (b-tch)
i just rocked a sold out show, i performed for a hour and didn’t put my gun up (lets go)
if a lil’ n-gg- try me and send out a gun down, that n-gg- won’t live to see sun up (uh uh)
f-ck your b-tch and i tip her a hundred (yeah, yeah)
i show you how to muhf-ckin’ come up
if you add up my watch and my wrist and my fist, before taxes, i spent a whole hundred (a hundred)
you can go and ask johnny, he love it, every time he see me, he see money
i pulled up bet with my kids and my baby mama, they like, “ooh, he be thuggin'”
no, i’m just a real n-gg- with money
i keep one in the head of that b-tch like a bundle
i’m too rich so i just had to switch up my number
you play and it’s gon’ be a murder like yb
i draw out, you see blood like it’s yg (yeah)
i done told every n-gg- to try me (yeah)
some people compare me to gucci, i drop some new music and caught me a body
and i don’t like hangin’ with b-tch -ss n-gg-s, you gotta be a dog to sit beside me
my boy got…
[chorus: gucci mane & dababy]
one brick, he think he richer than errybody (my dog got)
two bricks, he think he richer than errybody (that n-gg- got)
four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
fresh out, he thinkin’ ’bout robbin’ errybody
fresh out, he thinkin’ ’bout robbin’ errybody
gucc’ is a murder, he got dead bodies
certified, he cook way better than errybody
he traumatised, he done seen too many dead bodies
i ain’t loving ’cause these b-tches f-ckin’ errybody
i drop my top, i do the dance, i’m stuntin’ on errybody (errybody)
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