Gucci Mane On Me Lyrics

A thug's life don't matter. We don't give a shit about you damn thugs, your life don't matter. And you sons of bitches, you fixing to find out how it don't matter cause you done pissed us off, you bunch of bastards

Big, big, big pills on me (still on Gucci)
You lose your life, f*cking right, try me and Bleek (Burr)
I put my first gat first, then sting, I don't think
I get your head to the white, make your shit pink
All OG pink, don't f*ck with me

I need a detox cause I've been smoking kush all week
And if I piss some dirty urine then I'm up shit creek
I'm major touring shows everyday, I gets no sleep
My money lanky, taller than a man 6 foot 3
My left pinky nine carrot diamond cut so neat
And if I told you what it cost, you would say "golly" I spend 50k a month and that's just on chains
I got your girlfriend rolling blunts in the VIP
I got a carbon 15 sitting on my front seat
And plus my shoes'll eat your face like bon appetit
The feds looking at me, know they got they eyes on me
I feel like 2Pac when he made All Eyez On Me

I keep the Glock on me
Stupid Glock on me
I can't let 'em get the drop on me
I keep a nine on me, stupid nine on me
Lord knows I got guap on me
Stupid rocks on me, crazy rocks on me
I paid a million for this watch on me golly
And my bricks so young, my birds gon' need ID
I feel like 2Pac when he made All Eyez On Me

“And my bricks so young, my birds gon' need ID— Gucci Mane feat. 2Pac