Gucci Mane - Dboy Style Lyrics

Sizzle, roll one real fat
(It's Gucci)
What? (Haha)
Southside on the track, yeah
808, 1-0-1-7, huh? (Brr)

I'm a trapper, I am not a rapper (no)
I mount the Dawn up, it's lookin' like a Raptor (damn)
You a hater, you are not a factor (you)
Big diamond choker on my neck, I got asthma (ooh)
Heavy watch on my wrist, it cost a meal ticket (it's heavy)
Just stack your money up, get rich enough, then we'll kick it
It's 'bout survival, I'm bustin' at my rivals (baow, baow)
I put a glacier on her hand, it went viral (brr)
Egyptian fabric on my skin, it came from Cairo
Say ain't no cap in your rap, but you a gyro
They kicked me out of college, I wasn't embarrassed (no)
I graduated from pointers, moved on to carats (damn)
I promoted myself, gave me a salary (me)
It's still hard to believe I'm a celebrity
Dark shades, I still see all the jealousy
I'm in a Pegasus, I'm racin' for my legacy (yoom)

I'ma rock my jewelry, D-Boy style (brr)
Bust down my watch, bust down my smile
These f*ck niggas tried to steal my style (steal my style)
But cookin' up grams can't go out of style (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
They said, "Gucci went broke," I said, "Hush your mouth"
I'm off paper, got paper, they done f*cked up now (f*cked up now)
Kick back on the couch in this big ass house (yeah)
With this Olympic-size pool, I went the He-Man route (Wop)

Diamonds so cold, it's like the heat ran out (huh)
I need a Wonder Woman spouse and a He-Man house
I dropped the top in the 'V, then the freak came out (Freak)
Then when she suckin' on the dick, I thought her teeth came out
Nigga, I ain't go to practice, nigga, I'on wanna scrimmage (nah)
Twenty-two bricks, runnin' with 'em like Emmet (all)
Mama couldn't talk to me, I ain't wanna listen (nah)
Teacher couldn't teach me, 'cause I ain't pay attention (f*ck it)
Mr. Drippy Drippy, have you swimmin' with the fishes
They want the old Gucci Mane that do a verse for a chicken
Old Gucci Mane, sellin' chicken for a livin' (Wop)
Water whippin' in the kitchen, even then, I had the vision (it's Gucci)

I'ma rock my jewelry, D-Boy style (brr)
Bust down my watch, bust down my smile
These f*ck niggas tried to steal my style (steal my style)
But cookin' up grams can't go out of style (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
They said, "Gucci went broke," I said, "Hush your mouth"
I'm off paper, got paper, they done f*cked up now (f*cked up now)
Kick back on the couch in this big ass house (yeah)
With this Olympic-size pool, I went the He-Man route (Wop)

Huh?
Yeah