Gucci Mane - 1982 lyrics

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Gucci Mane - 1982 lyrics

[Hook] I made somethin' outta nothing, I didn't have nothing to lose I came up in the struggle, I had holes all in my shoes Now my price so cheap that people think my connect from Peru And my dope so f**in' good, you can put 4 on a 2 So your deuce turned to six, so an extra four for you It's so clean, a Junky's dream, she thinks it's 1982 Jesús pull up, I pull up, then we pop trunks and switcharoo Got that Tec-9 with the coo And it might knock you out your shoes, Gucci [Verse 1] Back to the wall, back to the mall Wednesday night, I'm back to Kamal's Bussin' a blunt so I'm breaking the law Run up on me and I'm breaking ya' jaw Flippin' the raw, choppin' the car Put my red bottles on top of the bar I'm dropping my top and she dropping her top Let my roof back and she took off her bra I raised these n***as like I was they pa' Give me respect like I'm f**in' ya' ma' Brick Squad Records, you know who we are Check it, respect it or take me to war Slap you, dare you to take me to court Take it in blood but I ain't takin' it short Ain't gettin' paid then what is the point? If you want mo' then come f** with ya' boy Million in cash, in back of the truck Take your goons, your dick in the dust Your hitman be whackin' for us Got headless bodies in back of the bus I talk big sh** but I'm backin' it up You stakin' and trappin', ain't trappin' for us? Think you got us well I'll cut off your nuts and I run them through your body in back of the blood [Hook] I made somethin' outta nothing, I didn't have nothing to lose I came up in the struggle, I had holes all in my shoes Now my price so cheap that people think my connect from Peru And my dope so f**in' good, you can put 4 on a 2 So your deuce turned to six, so an extra four for you It's so clean, a Junky's dream, she thinks it's 1982 Jesús pull up, I pull up, then we pop trunks and switcharoo Got that Tec-9 with the coo And it might knock you out your shoes, Gucci [Verse 2] I'm in Sun Valley in a dark alley Tryna' keep balance in my New Balance Competitions ain't no challenge, fourteen and I'm so managed My migo friend but can't speak Spanish Pressure on but I don't panic Goin' H.A.M like a ham sandwich Be calm, I know how to handle it I vanish in a Vanquish, 50 thousand on these Sam Smith's Hunnid grand in my pant's, countin' money's romantic Keep a hunnid, can't handle it, they charge 10 dollars for dances So I make her dance till' her legs cramp and the b**h said she can't stand me There's so many fake a**es, f** it, I'mma just smash it I can't tell if it's fake a or real no more, I think I need gla**es Anti-social, I'mma smoker, so I roll one and don't pa** it Call me Big Unc' when you see me cause I used to give dope to your daddy [Hook] I made somethin' outta nothing, I didn't have nothing to lose I came up in the struggle, I had holes all in my shoes Now my price so cheap that people think my connect from Peru And my dope so f**in' good, you can put 4 on a 2 So your deuce turned to six, so an extra four for you It's so clean, a Junky's dream, she thinks it's 1982 Jesús pull up, I pull up, then we pop trunks and switcharoo Got that Tec-9 with the coo And it might knock you out your shoes, Gucci