Gucci Mane - GuWop n***a lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Holdin’ up Holdin’ holdin’ holdin’ up... [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] My main b**h, her anklet ‘Bout the same size of a ankle monitor If a diva late one time I’mma put her a** on probation I’mma give her two scratches She’s a f**in’ good woman, I’mma give her a life I’mma walk by shinin’ with a b**h Aye, say I had enough in my life I got 80 chains, I got 100 rings And a n***a can’t take my ice Caught a murder charge, but I beat the sh** ‘Cause a n***a tried to take my life I’m a millionaire, but I’m a country boy And my right hand man got a Tonka toy I sell, charge, I’m servin’ boy Major saver, I’m the golden boy And I serve the pa** like Lawyer Milloy Poppin’ and poppin’ and poppin’ the sh** Talkin’ that sh**, now you shot in the head Brick Squad n***as don’t shoot in the leg Shouts to our fallen, I ball till I fall, and The neighbors don’t talk ‘cause the neighbors are scared A white girl, a black girl, a hell of a mix Rollin’ up kush while they s**in’ my dick On my chain is a tag team All my n***as gettin’ money You can get tied, then tagged then me and your freak’ll start f**in’ Got two choppers, it’s a tag team Four bad b**hes and it’s all to me Had to break into like ten houses to ride on these 9x17s Oops, my fault, that’s your team’s line I ain’t have time, I was grindin’ real hard People goin’ crazy, and my mama goin’ crazy but belive it or not, b**h, I gotta thank the Lord Ballin’ so hard when I came out of jail Now I’mma get a scene and weigh the doja up Sippin’ on lean ‘til I throw up What you want to be when you grow up? [Hook: Gucci Mane] GuWop GuWop GuWop, n***a All these hoes screamin’ GuWop, n***a GuWop GuWop GuWop, n***a All these hoes screamin’ GuWop, n***a GuWop GuWop GuWop, n***a GuWop GuWop GuWop, n***a GuWop GuWop GuWop, n***a All these hoes screamin’ GuWop, n***a [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Young Scooter in my team Flockaveli that’s my shooter R.I.P to my n***a Dunk Think about your a** every day Momma called, said she need some money Sent her ten bands and it made her smile Child nude, no shoes Got to get him those new Trews Mail your head to your mama Hide your body in a restaurant n***a wasn’t sh** anyway Playin’ around with my awards Gucci Mane is a cool dude But a n***a might turn into a werewolf Got a stash box and it’s all hundreds And your CEO ain’t worth nothin’ Made a half a mil’ in three weeks Gucci Mane, I’m a blessed man I’m a real man, you can’t feel me, man These f**ed n***as keep tryin’ to hold me back Matter of fact, n***a slow down When you drivin’ in the ‘Lac, you gon’ spill my ‘Gnac Like Pinky, n***a, I’m big and black Rock so many chains it gon hurt my neck [Hook] [Verse 3: Trinidad James] Trinidad and Gucci Mane I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane I’m turnt up, f** off Trinidad and Gucci Mane I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane I’m turnt up, f** off I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane Trinidad and Gucci Mane Them p**y n***a call me Trinidad Them bad hoes call me TJ I got a girlfriend in Magic City And a side b**h in the Blue Flame Her p**y bomb as Saddam Hussein, p**y n***a Gucci needed me for a verse Call me up, n***a tap me in This verse here, a tragedy Bad b**hes they after me Only buy molly from rich hoes ‘Cause these broke hoes be taxin’ me Got a problem with it? Do somethin’ ‘bout it Bomb squad like “Hoorah!” Real n***as call Gucci But these hoes call “GuWop” [Hook] I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane I’m turnt up, f** off I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane I’m turnt up, f** off I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane I’m turnt up, f** off I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane Trinidad and Gucci Mane…