(And Kino, he, he magical on this shit)
Fiji S-class on my left wrist (Water)
All these different bags, this shit get sour, smell like dog piss
My trap like a corner store, twenty-four hours, pull up and pick out your own stick
On everything
Seven, zip, half, quarter brick, whole thing (Ayy)
Wrist burr, neck ice, I don't do plain jane (Okay)
I might get in that mode, don't sell a nigga nothin', gotta come get the whole thing
Everywhere I go, I got bad lil' bitches on drugs, I'm feeling like Rick James
Ridin' 'round town with these dumbass chains (Dumbass chains)
Ayy, 2006, this the old Gucci Mane (2006)
Ridin' 'round town with these dumbass chains (Burr, burr)
2006, this the old Gucci Mane (2006)
Dummy bricks, dummy bricks, dummy bricks, ayy
Fuck your plug, come shop with me
You can turn one into three
Remix, Lamb' truck, all four pockets filled up with G's
I got my wife beater on and I'm lookin' for skeeze (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, they order somethin', I might go pull out the mink
All this ice around my neck, lil' bitch can't do nothin' but wink
I just finessed me a jugg what you did in one week
I got Sprinklez bags inside my trap, get gone in one week
We trap it, Longway, bitch
Seven, zip, half, quarter brick, whole thing (Ayy)
Wrist burr, neck ice, I don't do plain jane (Okay)
I might get in that mode, don't sell a nigga nothin', gotta come get the whole thing
Everywhere I go, I got bad lil' bitches on drugs, I'm feeling like Rick James
Ridin' 'round town with these dumbass chains (Dumbass chains)
2006, this the old Gucci Mane (2006)
Ridin' 'round town with these dumbass chains (Dumbass chains)
Ayy, 2006, this the old Gucci Mane (2006)
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