8 Mile - Zaytoven, Gucci Mane

Haa, dope boys, wow

Zaytoven, Ziggy

It’s Gucci

Dope boys stand up

Haa, Zone 6 shit

Fuck ya

I pay a penny for your thoughts and leave your brains on the asphalt

Don’t blame me, it’s the cash fault

I throw rocks from the glass house

A trap house, a stash house

Rob your plug, take the mask off

I don’t need a handout but I might cut your hand off

I’m so Marilyn Mason, I’m so heinously handsome

I’m more dangerous than famous, I’ll take your grandson for ransom

Up all night, live a vamp life, that lady in the trap

My bitch sleep all day, got gold fangs like a vampire

The neighbors might find it odd I wear my shades in the dark

And when I say I’m a god I still have faith in the Lord

Know (?) is a sport, be careful what you record

These men act like boys they scared to cut off the cord

I’m in the wrong profession but I’m just guessin'

But my mom home stressin', I’m over the stove strechin'

These niggas all dry snitches, they singin' like John Legend

500 pints, I sold 'em in 9 seconds

My money took a nosedive, I rob my next play

But I ain’t shuttin' the trap down, I opened up next day

Man I just had a vision

They tryna send me to prison

With no pot to piss in

No women to stick my dick in

It’s the clone named Gucci

They should call me Tuki

He wire tapped, that boy ain’t kill him cause he look like Pookie

Look at dope fiend Suzy, that’s my dog like Lucy (grrr)

I’m a neighborhood celeb and she’s a dope boy groupie

Dope boy, skrt, skrt

Wizop, catch up

Oh, oh, skrt-skrt

It’s Gucci nigga

It’s Gucci

Real trap boys

Dope, dope, boys

(Get your motherfuckin' weight up)

Pussy

(Somebody bring me a rerock machine)

Ha Pressi

Ha, skrt

Woptober, trap shit

Zaytoven