15th and The 1st – Gucci Mane feat YG Hootie & Waka Flocka Flame
(Waka Flocka Flame)
Uh
Uh
Aye Gucci, man
We good right now, man
Get Money Goons, man
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
There’s a white girl in town, name is C_caine
There’s some dirty birds in town: Gucci Mane & Waka Flame
We fly in, I’m buyin, say you got more birds? You lyin’
You trying and lying, you boys ain’t supplyin’
I pitch like Nolan Ryan, got cocaina frying
My partners stick up kids, duct tape what they gon’ tie in
In the bushes they lying in all night, that’s my word
By the end of the morning, they left with them birds
But I’m gone off that purp, and I’m slurring my words
I swerved in my Benz, bang my Forgi’s on the curb (Damn)
The lean, the herb, pay me like the First
You cross Brick Squad: Get hurt, I got work
Gucci!
[ Hook: Waka Flocka Flame ]
My homeboys will get you, Pay you on the Thirty-Third
Two pints of lean will have me slurring on my words
Undertaker car, triple black drop bird (Nyoom!)
Stomach full of money, so hundreds I’mma burp (‘Scuze me!)
All the hoods love us like the Fifteenth and the First
Two pints of lean will have me slurring on my words
Undertaker car, triple black drop bird
Stomach full of money, so hundreds I’mma burp
All the hoods love us like the Fifteenth and the First
[ Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame ]
Five grand for a head shot (OOH!)
Boy don’t be no Flinstone and get your bedrocked, N_gga
Triple red drop, offense through the parking lot
Where I’m from, young n_ggas shooting at the cops
Where I’m from, they thuggin’ (Yuh!)
My hood right side, n_gga, Green flaggin’
Lay your ass down if you do too much braggin’
Three case, Four Glocks, n_gga, that’s swaggin’
Uh!
Penalized, then goes the Packa-Man
What’cha hell, you would think it was a cracker-man
I don’t know ’em then bah-bah-back’em man
F_ck ’em then! Throwin stacks in the club, what that ass do?
Every girl gettin past you
Send an ambulance on that ass I want that rent due
Robbin’ every n_gga that Hit Squad, Blood, or Piru
(FLOCKA!)
[Hook]
[ Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame ]
Half a million dollar jewelry like, “F_ck that bird!”
N_ggas screaming they want beef, I’m like, “Roger that!”
My album didn’t sell, so I’m laying n_ggas down
Shooting every n_gga that burps, sneeze, or f_cking frown
[ Verse 4: YG Hootie ]
40 carats on my bracelet, my Polo black
N_ggas talking like they want beef, I’m wantin’ that!
7 grams in the Swisher, I’m gon’ solo that
Riding around with my strap like, “Where dey at?”
All these rap n_ggas hold us on my Philly hat
You will never be a legend like the Gucci Man
You will never be turnt up like my partner Flock
You n_ggas hoes I run your block when them choppers chop
Hooter
[Hook]
