Gucci Mane - Aw-Man Lyrics
(feat. .45)[Intro]Yeah Money Makin' Records manT know Laflare EntertainmentTrue what's happening?Yeah, I call'em true cause they know they the truth dawgThat boy GucciYeah, we make them hoes say[Chorus: .45]Yo trap don't boom like mineYo paper ain't longer than mine, than mineAw man [8X]Yo ***** ain't finna than mine, than mineYo rims ain't talla than mine, than mineAw man [8X][Verse 1]You never seen a thug like this aw manI'm choppin down them bricks tryin to wipe Jackie ChanMy money come fast, my work come in gramsMy soldiers keep straps like they work for Uncle SamMy chain like ugh, my wrist like damn!I show up at the jewler with a hundred thousand cashDrop top Porsche, inside DAMNOutside red lookin like a Coke canI keep a pretty brown round and young yellowI gotta butta pecan Rican and a French vanillaMy trap boom hard, my ***** real finePoppi on the way, we call it crunch time[Chorus][Gucci Mane]I'ma lean with it, serve a fiend with itOn the block since the age of thirteen with itIn the kitchen water whippin, a thousand eight gramsI'm standin over the stove and I'm doin it with one handAw man, fruit man, Toucan sam, two hundred and seven gramGot yam, a long Lamb', I'm sellin that grown manAw man, I'm on that Kush tonightAnd I ain't stoppin chopper hit'chu and your body start rockinMy chain got pneumonia, watch got the bird fluCame to the club smellin like a pound of purpleBig Cat ruckus, nigga it's a movementThis aint hip-hop, this is drug dealer music[Chorus][.45]I trap hard nigga, stunt hard niggaE'ry ***** in the club jock a young niggaFo'-five, Big Cat representa niggaThem twenty-eights sittin high, I'm a giant niggaBlowin kush muh'*****er, can you smell me nigga?Ridin through the city flyin with the top backQuarter ki' of the yam in the knapsackBig Tank throwin pills to the quarterbacksMe and Mailman (geah!) at'cha ***** houseBaby momma cookin work at the trap houseShe servin coke like she work at the Waffle HouseFo'-five count stacks at the stash house[Chorus]
