Bankroll Clay - Get The Doe lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] It's iced out shawty Your b**h wanna f** with me, I don't doubt it Gucci Mane show man, the club so crowded Got a mean watch on me, cost a cool 140 I'm the center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me I took a picture with your b**h, I don't know why you allowed it We check the strong pack in, yeah my kush is the loudest And my name ring bells, different countries and counties They had a bounty on my chain, how the f** they found it I blow so much purp that I can't stay grounded 6's on my skraight 8 Jeep, yea it's mounted A n***a say he jack me, how the f** that sounded? [Hook: Gucci Mane] 200 cash, that's on the floor I got 100 bands going out the door b**h kiss my a**, f** them foes I'm hustling hard baby, gotta get the doe 200 cash, layin' on the floor I got 100 bands going out the door Kiss my a**, b**h f** them foes I'm hustling hard b**h, I gotta get the doe [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I'm hustling hard, b**h I gotta get the doe I'm Coca Cola sellin' soda, whippin' it in the bowl I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm sh**tin' like on the commode I'm sackin', I'm freezin', I'm flippin' that Cola, you n***as be sellin' your soul This here sh** is gettin' crazy, n***as are gettin' bold These n***as will tell on they mama. It hit the fan, they act like hoes I'm goin' my loop with steel-toed boots, so n***as can't step on my toes I'm co*kin' my pistol and smoking these swishers, I'm bout to lose control I'm workin that show like I'm flippin that dope, my pockets are super swole Ride through the trap and I got that scrap, don't know who's friend or foe These n***as'll blow your head, I'll just pour a ounce of blow And since you ran off with a brick then watch this stick blow off your nose [Hook] [Verse 3: Rocko] Soon as I enter, p**y n***as exit Ball like the arena, go home with all that flexin' Real street n***as in your area, we ain't goin' for it, we dare ya F'in Glock carrier, we gon' bury ya All the b**hes hysterical, they know how I kick it Sat watchin' a** n***a, you ain't come to spend it, why the f** you here Poor hustlin' a** n***a, 100 bands in my ear On the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear Born champion, gladiator, conquered all my fields Been alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 year I'm with Gucci, that my brother from another mother Brothers of the same struggle, still in the trap house, we so gutter [Hook]