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Gucci Mane( Radric Delantic Davis )
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Die a Gangsta
Gucci Mane & Future Producer:Southside & Metro Boomin
[Intro:Future] Better hope you die a gangster Super, out of here, yeah
[Bridge: Future] I hope you die a gangster I hope you plan on game, there's too much blood on these fingers Send out a headshot, put 'em holes in an asshole I'm running on X pills, I'm out of control I'm running on X pills, I'm out of control What you do with my neck piece? Woah What you do with my neck piece? Woah What you do with my neck piece? Woah
[Pre-Hook: Future] I had to do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush when you was real We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib We got a semi auto, you the desperado, this a motherfuckin' trip
[Hook: Future] Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get killed All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain't real Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah You can't even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah
[Verse 1: Future] 60k on sip, 100 rounds in the clip Somebody playin', they got spilt Went I hit the Tec you better dip Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip Gram of kush and a leaf Told you niggas I'm a beast If you try your luck, it ain't sweet I'ma put these niggas right beneath me I make my way throughout the east My plug 10 with the molly I put your main in the knotty I double barrel with the shotty You pump fakin' with some riders You lucky they ain't hit your mama A lot of pain in my body Got me smokin' marijuana Pulled up in his side of trenches Pulled up, get a nigga whacked Pulled up, took a nigga ho Pulled up running through the racks
[Hook: Future] I hope you die a gangster I hope you die a gangster I hope you die a gangster I hope you die a gangster Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get killed All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain't real Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah You can't even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Just got a Black Card just to go in the wallet Soon as I go in your jump I'ma go in your pocket They call me East Atlanta Santa, I'ma fuck up the profit I'm the Grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking I'm talkin' too cocky, I got so much juice My wrist is too rocky, they done let Wop loose I'm talkin' plug talk, this don't pertain to you 'Cause I'm a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel You got a meetin' with my shooters, it didn't arrange for you I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne's for you You're talkin' gangster but you'se a lame, this ain't the lane for you This FBG and 1017, this ain't the gang for you It's Wop
[Hook: Future] I hope you die a gangster I hope you die a gangster I hope you die a gangster I hope you die a gangster Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get killed All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain't real Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah You can't even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah
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