Gucci Mane - Get The Doe Lyrics
[Featuring: Rocko][Verse 1: Gucci Mane]It's iced out shawtyYour ***** wanna ***** with me, I don't doubt itGucci Mane show man, the club so crowdedGot a mean watch on me, cost a cool 140I'm the center of attention, watch these hoes stand round meI took a picture with your *****, I don't know why you allowed itWe check the strong pack in, yeah my kush is the loudestAnd my name ring bells, different countries and countiesThey had a bounty on my chain, how the ***** they found itI blow so much purp that I can't stay grounded6's on my skraight 8 Jeep, yea it's mountedA nigga say he jack me, how the ***** that sounded[Hook: Gucci Mane]200 cash, that's on the floorI got 100 bands going out the door***** kiss my ass, ***** them foesI'm hustling hard baby, gotta get the doe200 cash, layin' on the floorI got 100 bands going out the doorKiss my ass, ***** ***** them foesI'm hustling hard *****, I gotta get the doe[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]I'm hustling hard, ***** I gotta get the doeI'm Coca Cola sellin' soda, whippin' it in the bowlI'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm shittin' like on the commodeI'm sackin', I'm freezin', I'm flippin' that Cola, you niggas be sellin' your soulThis here shit is gettin' crazy, niggas are gettin' boldIf niggas will tell on they mama, they hit the fan, they act like hoesI'm goin' my loop with steel-toed boots, so niggas can't step on my toesI'm *****in' my pistol and smoking these swishers, I'm bout to lose controlI'm workin that show like I'm flippin that dope, my pockets are super swoleRide through the trap and I got that scrap, don't know who's friend or foeThese niggas'll blow your head, I'll just pour a ounce of blowAnd since you ran off with a brick then watch this stick blow off your nose[Hook][Verse 3: Rocko]Soon as I enter, ***** niggas exitBall like the arena, go home with all that flexin'Real street niggas in your area, we ain’t goin' for it, we dare yaF'in Glock carrier, we gon' bury yaAll the *****es hysterical, they know how I kick itSat watchin' ass nigga, you ain't come to spend it, why the ***** you herePoor hustlin' ass nigga, 100 bands in my earOn the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rearBorn champion, gladiator, conquered all my fieldsBeen alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 yearI’m with Gucci, that my brother from another motherBrothers of the same struggle, still in the trap house, we so gutter[Hook]
