Gucci Mane - Decapitated Lyrics
[Intro: Gucci Mane]I wanna thank GodFor opportunity, successWealth and health[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]My daddy name Gucci, he the Gucci ManeHonestly he turned me on to the ice gameHe fed the fame with 3 tops, that's cunt game [?]Well ***** you, who are you?You ain't God maneI fell out with my right hand man, he tried to top on meI guess it's clear we ain't homies like I think we homiesI'm at the top and I swear to God, it's really lonelyBut I'm not coming down, no stoopin' down, I keep it movin'These young nigga's got no respect who make musicBroke ass nigga never can get used to itAnd the bottom of [?] don't do it like the top do itRoll the crisp we hear AK's more than church music[Hook]In this car, horse on the car, with the top off itTopless broads drivin, Gucci chargin' with no problemHit shot dead in the bushes with his head off[?]Decapitated (Huh?)DecapitatedDecapitated (Bang), bow downDecapitated (It's Gucci)[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]I know African's that cut off legsJamaican's that cut off heads (What's up bumbaclot)This millionare still in the fedsYou in the county and you can't get outta jail nigga?Damn, that's so sadThat's so badYou played out, [??]Mob ties put a head in your bed (horse head)You touch Guwop and they goin' mine and wrap yo headI got so much overhead, I gave him diamond bricks insteadAnd I chumm without a charm, diamond chain and watch insteadMy grandad in house and I stay next door to NedCooking dope instead of eggsHundred PT's in my fridge[Hook]
