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Gucci Mane - Woptober II Album Lyrics



Gucci Mane - Woptober II Lyrics






Richer Than Errybody

(Haan) one brick, he think he richer than errybody
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody (haan)
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody (uh)
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody (yeah)
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody (yeah)
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 bitches f*ckin' errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody

Drive the McLaren I'm bendin' corners (skrrt)
I ride through the six with that burner on me
I'ma get that lil' bitch and that's if I want her
I'ma nut in that hoe like a sperm donor (brr)
Sellin' drugs, got the feds on us (feds)
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
Nigga play with my shit? I'ma red dot him
That nigga 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 (than errybody)
I'ma stay with the stick 'cause I know they watchin'
I'm droppin' a bag on errybody
Got a bitch from the eight wit' a wide body
I think that she f*ckin' on errybody
'Til the day that I die, I'ma take narcotics
Bitch, I'm catchin' a cell on a PalmPilot
Got these diamonds all over my f*cking body
Like he f*cking with me? I'ma see about it

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 (it's Gucci)
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He traumatised, he done seen too many dead bodies
I ain't loving 'cause these bitches f*ckin' errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody

I'm from the zone six, so I seen a lotta dead bodies (yeah)
They drained Brooklet, 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 (damn)
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 found me (huh)
Feel like Obama when I move 'cause I keep soldiers 'round me
I'm not in the NBA but I be ballin' on bitches (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)
Niggas stay trippin' 'til some of they friends come up missin' (guap)

You ain't never put out on a nigga, then lil' nigga, shut up (bitch)
I just rocked a sold out show
I performed for a hour and didn't put my gun up (lets go)
If a lil' nigga try me and send out a gun down
That nigga won't live to see sun up (uh uh)
F*ck your bitch 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 nigga with money
I keep one in the head of that bitch 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 nigga 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 bitch ass niggas
You gotta be a dog to sit beside me
My boy got

One brick, he think he richer than errybody (my dog got)
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody (that nigga 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 bitches f*ckin' errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody (errybody)
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Writer: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Kentrell Gaulden, Lexus Lewis, Radric Delantic Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Big Booty

J. White, I need a beat I can go off on, ooh

Tell the skinny hoes to point me where the thick hoes at (go)
He want a flat booty bitch, I'm not with all that (no)
I got chips for days and I got whips for weeks
I bring out the fleet and it bring out the freaks (muah)
It's a block party, they done blocked off half the street (wow)
She's a big booty bitch showing ass and cheeks (yeah)
She's a walking bag of money, she's a masterpiece
The way she running game on you, she's an athlete (go)
Hat trick, gave three hoes three stacks a piece (go)
And every time I get the head she get that bread from me (ayy, ayy, ayy, look, it's Gucci)

Big old ass is heavy, shake that shit like jelly
Put me on your plate and slurp that shit up like spaghetti
Man, I make this shit look easy, I ain't tryin', I just be me
I ain't never met a ho I felt like I had to compete with, uh
This the type of booty make a nigga drop his bitch, wait
This the type of ass when I get home, he washing dishes, uh
He wanna ride on a horse, he need to give me the keys to a Porsche
I told him until you finish your dinner, I cannot let you leave off of the porch
Boy, let me butter your corn on the cob
We give each other more neck than a bob
He like to put a little oil on my ass
Before he record so I feel like a star, huh
Rollin' like I'm Tina, pussy Aquafina
Make this booty giggle like you Martin and I'm Gina, hmm
Put me in designer, uh, let me meet your mama, uh
If you got another bitch, don't put me in no drama, ah

Tell the skinny hoes to point me where the thick hoes at (go)
He want a flat booty bitch, I'm not with all that (no)
I got chips for days and I got whips for weeks
I bring out the fleet and it bring out the freaks (muah)
It's a block party, they done blocked off half the street (wow)
She's a big booty bitch showing ass and cheeks (yeah)
She's a walking bag of money, she's a masterpiece
The way she running game on you, she's an athlete (go)
Hat trick, gave three hoes three stacks a piece (go)
And every time I get the head she get that bread from me (it's Gucci)

Big booty hoes, up with it
Big, big, big booty
Big, big, big booty
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Writer: Radric Davis, Megan Pete, Christopher Wongwon, David P. Hobbs, Luther Campbell, Mark Ross
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Tootsies

Brr (Cook that shit up, Quay)
Brr, lean, blah, lean, blah, hah

This dope'll make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
The mall ain't even open yet but Gucci made 'em open it
Dr. Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain't even fine enough so I don't ever wanna hit
Fishtailin' out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
I told the dealer he can keep the talk 'cause I don't want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up seein' a dyin' bitch
Gucci on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich

Yeah
Hop out that new Maybach like I come from paper (that's my fam, bitch)
You been cuffin' bitches, you a super-saver (superhero)
My lil' boy already rich, he got my future paper (checks signed)
We just parked the Wraith inside the elevator (elevator)
Tootsies on Tuesday, in the private room making a movie (movie)
I got some vibes with me getting groovy, we at the top floor in a jacuzzi ('cuzzi)
Ridin' with some hot boys like I'm Juvie, I'm on that dumb shit like I'm Gucci (Guwop)
I just spent twenty-six thousand in Gucci, go ask about me, this shit ain't no newsies
I was gettin' money before it was music (music)
I don't drank, I don't sip, I abuse it ('buse it)
How I did what I did, got 'em clueless
Think these Adderalls got me all loose (yeah)
Got your bitch on my drip, she been choosey (yeah)
She been checking me out, I been movin' (yeah)
So much money, it's getting confusing (yeah)
Only winning, I don't wanna lose it (yeah)

This dope'll make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
The mall ain't even open yet but Gucci made 'em open it
Dr. Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain't even fine enough so I don't ever wanna hit
Fishtailin' out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
I told the dealer he can keep the talk 'cause I don't want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up seein' a dyin' bitch
Gucci on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich

Show me that pussy cat 'cause El Gato got cat wrist (brr)
Shooter got that rocket on him, call him James Harden
We be straight ballin', wet T-shirt contest
Top ball callers and the coupe color Sunkist (it's Gucci)
I be going hard on 'em, I'm on that Lil Pump shit (pump)
I don't even know how my money got so retarded
Trap God, Gucci sandals on like I was Jesus
Bitch fine as Kim K and these are not Yeezy's (it's Gucci)

This dope'll make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
The mall ain't even open yet but Gucci made 'em open it
Dr. Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain't even fine enough so I don't ever wanna hit
Fishtailin' out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
I told the dealer he can keep the talk 'cause I don't want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up seein' a dyin' bitch
Gucci on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich

Wizzop, hah, Lil Baby
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Writer: Radric Davis, Dominique Jones, Quay Rosser
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Big Boy Diamonds


Big boy diamonds (burr)
I'm that big boy stepper, I'm that stepper
All my steps calculated, I'm that stepper, nigga (free Kodak, ASAP)
Remember that, I'm the one that's steppin', nigga
I'ma step, one thin' about me, yeah
(I'm in London, got my beat from London) (go)

Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin' the climate
She like the way I be vibin'
This ain't a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it's permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I'm a burglar and a murderer, try me
I'm a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin' the climate
She like the way I be vibin'
Big boy diamonds

Beat down your lady vagina, rockin' the latest designer
Pull off like abracadabra, boo-hoo
Pull right back up in a Jag' with voodoo
Milkin' these bitches like Yoo-hoo
Shit on these niggas, I doo-doo
I'm passin' gas like I farted
Boy, if you smelled it, you dealt it
Water on me like I'm meltin', water
F*ck on your daughter, don't call her, water
Come here, lil' bitch, I'm your father, water
Call me daddy, I'm your papi
Comin' over, drop the addy
I was on Xannies already, I be on mollies already
F*ck all the talkin', I been done shot 'em already

Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin' the climate
She like the way I be vibin'
This ain't a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it's permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I'm a burglar and a murderer, try me
I'm a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin' the climate
She like the way I be vibin' (go)
Big boy diamonds

I'ma be icy in Heaven
Diamonds on me and they white like a wife at the wedding
I done shot dice with my celly
I taught a lifer a lesson
I put that knife on the peasant (huh)
I bought the choppers already
Gucci the G.O.A.T. but you know it already (G.O.A.T.)
Scope on the rifle, I'm holdin' it steady
Diamond AP like Elvis Presley, dancin' (Wop)
Play like you hard, but you sweeter than jelly
Bitch, I'm the shit, it ain't shit you can tell me (huh)
Her stomach on flat 'til my dick in her belly
Think I'm a lick, spend a brick on a presi'
Christmas, I want a stick for a present
Baguette Chopard, it's factory setted (bling)
Run up on Wop and you'll never forget it
I broke the dam, I told 'em to flood it
I want the cash, I don't want the credit
Went in my stash and gave me a budget
My pockets so budgy that bitches is callin' me handsome
That then, was callin' me ugly (huh?)
I caught a rash from countin' the money
I'm changin' the climate like global warmin' (bling)
She seen the charm and said I'm charmin'
The watch on my arm, it come with an army

Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin' the climate
She like the way I be vibin'
This ain't a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it's permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I'm a burglar and a murderer, try me
I'm a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin' the climate
She like the way I be vibin'
Big boy diamonds
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Writer: Dieuson Octave, London Holmes, Nick Seeley, Radric Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Came from Scratch

Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up

Woo, uh, I made a million off scratch (scratch)
Then put this drip in the bag (drip)
Here for the modelin' bitches, no gnats (no gnats)
The lean by the bottle, no tax (drank)
Twelve think the coupe was hijacked (hijack)
Back in the day, I was into that (into that)
Now the bags come in by the max

Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks, ayy

Nah, I'm not into pitty pat (nah)
Nah, I'm not into internet (nah)
Get it, young nigga, go scratch that (scratch that)
Comin' up on the North, he won't last, yeah (nah)
My wrist baguetty blasted (blasted)
My bitch fleek with the lashes (fleek)
My gang, they put you in caskets (gang)
We kill 'em with whips and fashion (whip)
McLaren, the Benz, the Lambo' I'm smashin'
Pullin' out of the mansion (skrrt)
In the Maybach, relaxin' ('laxin')
But the Demon, the 'Cat are the fastest (nyoom)
You think that it's a fantasy (Woo), the way that my salary cappin' (cappin')
Me and Guwop, we be laughin' (haha), they wanna be partners again, they relapsin'

Man, I seen it from a mile away, they tryna get some clout (clout)
I know what you about ('bout), I know without a doubt (doubt)
I dropped the top, I know it's one, no need to cut it out (huh?)
The money what it's 'bout ('bout)
My bitch bag cost a house (Guwop)
I shine too hard, offend folks without even openin' my mouth (huh?)
I needed folks, they left me dead, they kicked me, I was down (damn)
Picked myself up off the ground, the blue cheese bailed me out (honest)
My bank roll is on gout right now, so sick, can't leave the house (egh)
Some leeches tried to ride my wave, but all of them wiped out (wiped)
My house so big I got lost, couldn't even find my way around (where?)
Some haters played some games with me, but now they in the ground (ground)
Dirty money, Gucci Mane, no hundreds in the ground (Guwop)

Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy
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Writer: Radric Davis, Brytavious Chambers, Quavious Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Move Me

I'm a real street nigga, I don't see it that way (nah)
I bought a Rolls Royce, 'cause bitch, I want my roses today (yeah)
Y'all been hidin' from the truth, but y'all gon' listen today (you gon' listen today)
I'm the head coach, so know what position to play (huh)
Gas bag shawty, yeah, I gotta fly to the Bay
Knock the meat out your rib, I got tape on the K
She a goddess of the trap, angel white like the yay (angel)
She so motherf*ckin' thick, you let her know where you stay (woo)
Like a cartoon, lil' bitch took a pie to the face
Ice Cube, cold game, it's one hell of a day
She got a real pretty face, you like, "Where is her waist?" (where?)
Took that bitch to the place and she like, "Where is the safe?" (huh?)

Looking in my pockets, it's filled with blue hundreds (blue)
Don't nothing move me but the goddamn money
Drop a bag, make the room clear, run, run, dear (run)
The stick long as a broom, it can kill a reindeer (yeah)
Before you came here we was sellin' 'caine here (skrrt)
Since Gucci Mane left, it just not the same here (nah)
Then I make a false step 'cause he yellin', "Help, help" (help)
Wet him up like Mike Phelps, dead in seatbelt (belt)

Gambling with the trap god, better not welch (welch)
He brought it on his own self, he caused his own death (graow)
Tryna make a death threat with a weak rep (huh?)
Uphill battle, runnin' up some steep steps (Wop)
Ballers on the right (right), haters on the left (left)
Money make these bitches can't keep they hands to they self (well, damn)
Way this money comin' in, shit, I'ma need some help (help)
East Atlanta Santa and y'all all Santa elves (hoe)
Buckin', used to pull it, nigga, I was just 12 (huh?)
You still ain't got no straightening, nigga, you just took an L (sack)
If I do a feature, it's gon' cost like fifty bales (fifty)
I need an endorsement, I'm the poster boy for scales (skrrt)
Took a million risks, I took the train, I took the mail
Most you niggas shell, I sell water to a whale (shell)
Tried to break me in the cell, I'm too strong, I still prevail
Smoke one for Aaliyah, nigga, turn this up a lil' (Wop)

Looking in my pockets, it's filled with blue hundreds (blue)
Don't nothing move me but the goddamn money
Drop a bag, make the room clear, run, run, dear (run)
The stick long as a broom, it can kill a reindeer (yeah)
Before you came here we was sellin' 'caine here (skrrt)
Since Gucci Mane left, it just not the same here (nah)
Then I make a false step 'cause he yellin', "Help, help" (help)
Wet him up like Mike Phelps, dead in seatbelt (belt)
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Writer: Radric Davis, Anthony White, Orville Hall, Phillip J Price
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Bucking the System

Zaytoven
Huh
They should put me on SportsCenter with all this ballin' I be doin' (Gucci)
You can't see Wop on your best day, nigga (gang)
It's Gucci
Huh

Trappin' all day on the goddamn skreets
I didn't even have nowhere to goddamn sleep
I remember recordin' in Zay' mama basement
Way, way, way before he ever had a placement (on God)
Dead bodies in the bando, we called it a vacant (bando)
Smokin', drinkin', sellin' dope but I was on probation (facts)
Turned into a killer soon as I left off Cecilia (straight up)
I don't think they feel you 'til the ghetto try to kill ya' (oh Lord)
Free my niggas in the system, motherf*ck the system
If you a snitch, f*ck you and who snitchin' with ya (f*ck ya)
Loan money walk, let the lady take her picture (mwah)
Not every day the bitch see a million dollar nigga (well damn)
Hired killers with me now, I can't be a victim (pow, pow)
Choppa close by all the time, I'm buckin' the system
Diamonds precious, but nothin's more precious than wisdom (bling)
The fresh is in the buildin', bless the ghetto children (bless 'em)
Fronted me to pack, I ain't pound 'em back, I'm buckin'
Been known to buck the system, call the plug and told 'em, "F*ck 'em"
Pockets swole for parole, I feel is an injustice
This for me to be broke and strugglin', I can't be out hustlin' (Gucci)

I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin'
I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system
I'm buckin' on niggas, I'm buckin' up pistols
I'm takin' up pistols and kill 'em
I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin'
I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system
Don't f*ck with these niggas
Don't rock with these niggas
They try me, I'm buckin' the system

Breadwinner fly and I'm goin' out gangsta
Gold mouth dawg and your homeboy fakin'
Breadwinner landlord, need another favor
Peterbilt, eighteen-wheeler with the reefer trailer
I don't get a load in, I'ma send a load, bitch
Had to strong arm to the judge up in court, bitch
Ding-dong, push button bricks, front door shit
1017, nigga, Breadwinner, Brick Squad! (Brick Squad!)
I control a forklift, yeah, they just sent four
Hundred round discharge, writin' on the clipboard
Put you in the coffin, I bought a new fit for it
Bite a nigga apple (baow), MacBook laptop
Droptop, MAC-11, ridin' with the strap out
Got my own blueprint, guess I got it mapped out
Just was on Carolina, standin' in the trap house
Said I wouldn't be shit, think I didn't hear about it
Now a nigga clip cost bigger than your real house
I get on a helicopter blindfold to Mexico
You pull up to meet a middle man at Texaco
Breadwinner safeguard, run off on who?
You gotta send the money 'fore the load come through
Nigga Peewee League, pay with peewee cheese
I be overseas, I'm in Medellín with it
If you takin' my lick, I got felonies, nigga
Livin' like that when I fell in these systems
Real Hermés, what we sell in these trenches
Deal cocaine, but the recipe different
Ask Lee Lucas if I'm cut like that
Real street nigga, but the pedigree different
Pillow talk 'bout me, you a jelly bean nigga
I slam on your fam' if you tell on me nigga
I slam on your fam' if you tell on me nigga

I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin'
I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system
I'm buckin' on niggas, I'm buckin' up pistols
I'm takin' up pistols and kill 'em
I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin'
I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system
Don't f*ck with these niggas
Don't rock with these niggas
They try me, I'm buckin' the system
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Writer: Xavier Dotson, Radric Davis, Kevin Gilyard
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Opps and Adversaries

Wop
Huh
Brr

No opps or adversaries left, they all are dead and buried (gone)
Glizock in my Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Burberry (burr)
Slam the dunk on Maynard Terrace like LeBron did Jason Terry (woo)
You pussies super scary, put that on the Virgin Mary (huh?)
You make the hood embarrassed, but I made it legendary (six)
Spend money, I don't cherish it, can't spend it when you're buried (nope)
I tatted my hood on me, I'm really from the slum
Diamonds look so good on me, I came up off of crumbs (bling)

Tattoos on my face, the media said it was dumb (dummy)
Mama threw me out her house for trappin', I was young (money)
A crook, I get no sympathy, the judge denied the bond (f*ck)
Niggas know what's up with me, this ain't no water gun (bow)
Missed the shots they took at me, the pussy tried to run (run)
Keep speakin' down on Gucci's name, I'm gon' cut out your tongue (rrr)
Chopstick like a guitar, yeah, he ran, didn't have a chance (huh)
Dancin' with the devil, got my man and did the line

Nobody said nothin', somehow haters bring me up (huh?)
Suck it 'til I nut, then clean me up (huh?)
One just ain't enough, sometimes I got 'em teamin' up (Guwop)
Summer over with, Gucci hot as f*ck (Guwop)

No opps or adversaries left, they all are dead and buried (gone)
Glizock in my Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Burberry (burr)
Slam the dunk on Maynard Terrace like LeBron did Jason Terry (woo)
You pussies super scary, put that on the Virgin Mary (pussies)
You make the hood embarrassed, but I made it legendary (six)
Spend money, I don't cherish it, can't spend it when you're buried (nah)
I tatted my hood on me, I'm really from the slum
Diamonds look so good on me, I came up off of crumbs (bling)

Haters don't exist, we can't co-exist (no)
What's trap rap to you? Before I rapped, I had a brick (oh)
Like gettin' a rebound, goin' coast to coast with no assist (go)
Your ho on my dick, you can't throw her shit (woo)
My hoe, your hoe, they know, can't play broke, they know I'm rich (they know)
The secret out the lid, (huh?) I tried to keep it hid (damn)
My hoe act like a jit, don't get what she want, throw a fit (wah)
I'm thinkin' that I'm tonin' down, they say I'm goin' big (big)

Nobody said nothin', somehow haters bring me up (huh?)
Suck it 'til I nut, then clean me up (huh?)
One just ain't enough, sometimes I got 'em teamin' up (Guwop)
Summer over with, Gucci hot as f*ck (Guwop)

No opps or adversaries left, they all are dead and buried (gone)
Glizock in my Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Bur-Burberry (burr)
Slam the dunk on Maynard Terrace like LeBron did Jason Terry (woo)
You pussies super scary, put that on the Virgin Mary (huh?)
You make the hood embarrassed, but I made it legendary (six)
Spend money, I don't cherish it, can't spend it when you're buried (nope)
I tatted my hood on me, I'm really from the slum
Diamonds look so good on me, I came up off of crumbs (bling)
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Writer: Radric Davis, Milan Modi, Darryl McCorkell
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Highly Recommended

DY Krazy

Homicide with malice, a lot of niggas jealous (yeah)
I wrote the streets a ballad, I woke up on a pallet (mm)
Gucci my suspenders, I used to get suspended (Guwop)
Stay far away from snitches, I highly recommend it (racks)

I'm 'bout them racks like Venus (racks), but I don't play no tennis (Venus)
My smile done brought me millions (smile), so shoutout to my dentist (shoutout)
You lightweight, get your weight up (light), and stay out Gucci business (Guc')
There's sharks out here, don't get ate up (grr), I'm not really friendly (nah)
You haters get your hate up (hater), you ants couldn't even pinch me (mm)
I own the team I play for (uh), so you could never bench me (no)
I spend cash like it's playful (racks), feel like that's what it's made for (yeah)
Dem broke days made me grateful (ooh), 'dem court dates made me hateful (f*ck)
I'm not talkin' the weekend, but I'm talkin' 'bout Abel (huh?)
You see this shit that Cain did, and they weren't even strangers (damn)
My daddy dead, my momma dead (mom), so God sent me some angels (pa)
I'm from East Atlanta, catch a thief, cut off his finger (woo)
Cocaína off the airplane (Guc'), own private hanger
The chopper in the trunk make you do the Macarena (true)
Money in container, shippin' it to California (woo)
Running circles 'round these squares with these rectangles (skrrt)
Mountain Park apartments next to Triangle (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, true)
Heard they f*cked him with a broom stick and left it in his anal
If you dwell on it, think too long, you go insane-ah (whoa, damn)
Dash your own heroin, they searchin' for a vein-oh (yeah)
Dope so good, it clog the pipe line, need Drano (hoo)
Had to bring the chopsticks and cut that boy up like Maino (cha-cha)
Twin extended .40, yeah, that's bangers on bangers (twin)
Niggas sayin' that they trappin', but they R&B singers (hmm)

Homicide with malice, a lot of niggas jealous (yeah)
I wrote the streets a ballad, I woke up on a pallet (mm)
Gucci my suspenders, I used to get suspended (Guwop)
Stay far away from snitches, I highly recommend it (racks)
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Writer: Radric Davis, Dwan Avery, Bryan Simmons, Nils Noehden
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Wop Longway Takeoff

Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Yeah
It's Gucci (Droptop Wizzop, Bobby Kritical)
Huh (deuce)
1-0-1-7, yeah (1-0-1-7)

They said money make me arrogant, I said it make me show off (money)
Back when my dough was low, man, it make me kick your door off
Not really a rapper, man, this shit just is a throw off (no)
Pistol whipped him so bad that his ear damn near tore off (huh?)

Bring my pot, yeah, cook that shit in your house (your house)
Stash house in the suburb, it ain't even got no couch (huh?)
I ain't bring no condom 'cause I'm only gon' f*ck your mouth
Gucci Mane, I'm so South
Penthouse from the poorhouse (6)
Colder than an ice house, paid killers at my house (burr)
I got mega millions, still ain't got more cash than my spouse (shh)
Yeah, my bitch a brick house (yeah)
Yeah, I ran a brick house (ah)
Arthur Blank, I run Atlanta, I might take a Vick out
She so thick, I dropped the racks, then I pulled my dick out
Extendo with the dick out and she like how it stick out (mwah)
She asked 'bout the WiFi and Gucci brought a brick out
Heard them niggas hatin', so we gon' bring them sticks out (Wop)

448, this the 'bow house
Used to be the pour house, young nigga throwed off
Stick hit your top like Adolf
Gotta keep your WiFi, hit 'em with the hotspot
Cook a 36 in a crockpot
7.62 make his shirt tie-dye
And I keep the spinach, no Popeye
That's your main bitch? Nah, she a thot thot
Red dot on your head, that's a hotspot
We gon' start stepping 'til we Fox 5
Pull up on 'em with the stick and make 'em pop out
Made a hundred thou' cash when I dropped out
Dropped a ticket, made the NBA lock out
Sendin' spinach 'bout our business, all Popeye
Fox 5, leave you like caca
Don't bring it off the stove 'til the fire hot

They said money make me arrogant, I said it make me show off
Back when my dough was low, man, it make me kick your door off
Not really a rapper, man, this shit just is a throw off
Not really a rapper, man, this shit just is a throw off
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Radric Davis, Carlton Mays Jr, Bobby Turner Jr, Quincy Williams, Kirshnik Ball
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO




Last Night

I feel I'm gonna lose my mind, woah
I am talking with you, woah
Can you tell me the truth, hey
Our words are turning into knives
I know that I blame it on you
But all I wanted was you

And I know, I know
That when you pull me close
I lose control, control
Above the things I do
You know, you know
You messed up the meaning of it all, it all
Whenever I'm in love

What happened last night?
Why don't you just tell me
What happened last night?
Why don't you just tell me
What happened last night?

I woke up in a bed with a baddy (ugh)
The only thing I know is that she had a fatty (damn)
I went hard last night
I swear they treated Gucci like a god last night (Gucci)
I'm in Italy with your broad last night
Got her late, man official a job last night (sorry)
Yeah, we all in Europe
With ten Italian girls and they all on syrup
And they all bi-curious
Pull up in a Lamb', so fast so furious
Baby girl I'm serious
Went to Italy but woke up in Paris

And I know, I know
That when you pull me close
I lose control, control
Above the things I do
You know, you know
You messed up the meaning of it all, it all
Whenever I'm in love

What happened last night?
Why don't you just tell me
What happened last night?
Why don't you just tell me
What happened last night?
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Writer: Radric Davis, Antonio Fiordispino, Alex Fiordispino
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Time to Move

Ha, Gucci trapped this thang
DY, Sizzle, Guwop

Is it really true?
Are you really you?
Are your diamonds huge?
You know they different hues
I'm so sick of you (are you sick of me?)
New color Gucci blue, they match my Gucci shoes
Come get a load from me, I took a load from you
I'm sellin' chickens to niggas I sold verses to
Come get a P from me, I took a key from you
Shout out my lawyer Drew, shout out to Janice too
Please get away from me, don't want no verse from you
I see right through this dude, I got no love for you
Please stay away from me, I got no love for you
New Lamb' is glacier blue, it match your Birkin too

McLaren glacier blue, it got 'em hurlin' too
I bought a Wraith for boo, now I want something new
It ain't nun else to do, so I keep buying coupes
It ain't no where to park, I think it's time to move

LaFlare in the LaF-F-Ferrari, I'm swervin'
You gunnin' 'cause I so much money, I'm splurgin'
Woke up in a new Bugatti, dropped in the punani
Call me Gucci Mane Delantic, bitch or you can call me Money
Red Dawn, I'ma bring it out 'cause the sun out
Woah now, put it in it shawty 'cause you're goin' out
Jumpman, jumpin' from the free throw with my tongue out
I feel like Southside, full of cash, know my niggas ballin'
I'm from the eastside, homicide, tons of marijuana
She a parasite, suck it dry, f*cked her on the corner
I took the stand, lied, said I was performin' Arizona
You know my brain fried, please, show some mercy oh your Honor
He tryna hot side, I don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm a loner
I heard your man died, I wouldn't give a f*ck, that boy a goner
They say it's high tide, f*cked her on a beach, I got a boner
All my whips mine, house mine, Gucci Mane a owner (it's Gucci)

McLaren glacier blue, it got 'em hurlin' too
I bought a Wraith for boo, now I want something new
It ain't nun else to do, so I keep buying coupes
It ain't no where to park, I think it's time to move

I think it's time to move
I think it's time to move
I think it's time to move
I think it's time to move
I think it's time to move
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Writer: Radric Davis, Joshua Luellen, Avery Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Break Bread

Last night, you tested my endurance (damn)
Goddamn, what a good performance (woo)
I'ma have to get some good insurance (damn)
Damn near woke up all the children (shh)
If you scared, tap out and holla, "red rock" (red)
I slang Fred Flintstone, I make the bed rock (rock)
Drippin' wet, Versace sheets, she left a wet spot (woo)
I told her, "Let me put that lace front in a leg lock" (well damn)
She got that water balloon, suck it 'til your head pop (skrrt)
I'm the sugar daddy, Wop, I'm not the step pop (pop, pop)
Leavin' out the strip joint, I want some head now (damn)
Drop the top now and I just put the head out (Wop)

I was dead broke, now I got that bread now (damn)
I'm so impatient, I can't wait to bring that bread out (woo)
I was dead broke, now I got that bread now (damn)
I'm so impatient, man, can't wait to bring that bread out (woo)
Rodeo Drive, Lambo', Gucci sped out (damn)
I'm in my blue coupe, can't wait to bring the red out (Wop)
I make a call to Jamaica, fly them dreads out (rasta)
I'm so impatient, I can't wait to bring that bread out

Money turn her on, it make her horny (horny)
Bumblebee booty, my type of hornet (mwah)
My business is boomin', I'm on a journey (rackades)
I stumbled through London this early mornin' (London)
Money callin', call RiRi because it's pourin' (Ri)
Four different Rolls Royce umbrellas, man, I'm a tourist (woo)
I'm so saditty and pretty, could be a florist
Have you looked at me recently? I look gorgeous (mwah)
With my pretty saditty bitch, but really she innocent (huh?)
But she the drug dealer, bitch get the pint and the benefits
In the backseat gettin' intimate, new Bentley, I tinted it
Jerk on the dick like a Pogo stick, then eat nut like eggs Benedict

I was dead broke, now I got that bread now (now)
I'm so impatient, I can't wait to bring that bread out (woo)
I was dead broke, now I got that bread now (damn)
I'm so impatient, man, can't wait to bring that bread out (woo)
Rodeo Drive, Lambo', Gucci sped out (damn)
I'm in my blue coupe, can't wait to bring the red out (Wop)
I make a call to Jamaica, fly them dreads out (rasta)
I'm so impatient, I can't wait to bring that bread out

Last night, you tested my endurance (damn)
Goddamn, what a good performance (woo)
I'ma have to get some good insurance (damn)
Damn near woke up all the children
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Radric Davis, Leland Wayne, Bradley Brandon
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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Woptober II is the fourteenth studio album by American rapper Gucci Mane. It was released on October 18, 2019, by Atlantic Records and GUWOP Enterprises.

The album features guest appearances from YoungBoy Never Broke Again, DaBaby, Megan Thee Stallion, Lil Baby, Kodak Black, London on da Track, Migos members Quavo and Takeoff, Peewee Longway, Kevin Gates, Yung Mal, OJ da Juiceman, among others. Production is handled by TM88, Southside, Metro Boomin, Lex Luger, and London on da Track, among others.
Performed By: Gucci Mane
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): Gucci Mane (exec.), Bobby Kritical, Cheeze Beatz, Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Doughboy, DY, Lex Luger, London on da Track, J. White Did It, Metro Boomin, Doughboy, Nick Seeley, Nils, Quay Global, Southside, Tay Keith, TM88, Yung Lan, Zaytoven
Length: 36:00
Released: October 18th, 2019
Year: 2019

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