Gone Hate - Gucci Mane, DJ Rell

Yeah, It’s Gucci

Nigga this Gucci, nigga

Mixtape shit, freestyle man, no feds watching me

Freestyle with us, nigga

Bread now, this DVD shit

I’ma tell you like it’s just another day in the East Atlanta, 6

Just a young nigga in the hood sellin' bricks

Just another nigga, just another clique

Just another girl, man, you’re just another bitch

It’s just another day in the East Atlanta, 6

You’re chosin' me, so you’re on a dope man’s dick

You’re chosin' me, so you’re on a dope man’s dick

Yellow Corvette, that’s the dope man’s drive

Blue and white, that’s the dope man watch

Bouldercrest Road, that’s the dope man’s block

Dope man, dope man, can I please call?

Police try and tell the dope man, «Stop!»

The dope man thinkin', «Man I gotta make a nine»

Your trap kinda slow, I’ma make the trap hot

Waka Flocka Flame, tell flow to bring the chopper

I’me throw, throw, you back, back, back to '89

Moved to Atlanta, Georgia, I was just 9

Mountain Park Apartment, everybody on the grind

Then I moved to Sun Valley, everybody had a nine

Went to school, 11, with a motherfuckin' knife

When I was 13, I got my first strike

Got my first stripe, it’s Gucci Mane, La Flare

Kush smokin', joint smokin', put it in the air

Nigga this a hood affair, every hood everywhere

When you hear this in your car, you gon' want to pull a chair up

Gucci Mane, La Flare, I be ridin' in the lair

I be so iced up, I be so kushed up

Man I wanna be like Gucci when I grow up

All I wanna do is buy a pound and then get drow’d up

Alls you wanna do is buy a ball and get snowed up

I tell her that I got her, 'cause I know that she a shopper

Shawty want an 8-ball, tell her, «Call Waka»

Shawty want a, tell her, that don’t got her

I’m gonna, shopping like a burglar

Gucci Mane, La Flare, and the track gets murdered

Gucci!

It’s Gucci!

It’s Gucci!