Gucci Mane - Angry lyrics

[Verse 1 – Gucci Mane:] Tell me I’m [?] n***a and Imma learn to love you Put that chopper in your name so I got to f** you If you f** my homeboy then I can never trust you Give a shoutout to my new b**h, she a f**ing hustler I got a new b**h, I got a new b**h Yeah I’m riding round the city with my new b**h Got my old ho mad, she a broke b**h And plus I got the kind of money that we both rich Jump out the yacht b**h, we going shopping I bought three cars ‘fore she got options I’m not popping, but she Gucci She told me baby get them n***as, they p**y [Hook x2 – Gucci Mane:] I’m [?] summer b**h I’m a dirty summer b**h I c good to you baby I buy Rolexs for the clique I’m a neighborhood n***a I’m a no good n***a I’m from a Hollywood court but ain’t no Hollywood n***a [Verse 2 – Fredo Santana:] Riding round LA with my new b**h Counting blue face hundreds, count a few licks Hit the trap, bounce, whip a few bricks Baby fall back, you know I does this Think it’s all fun and games, just music Till a n***a pull up, get to shooting Fredo ain’t getting money, man that’s nonsense On Front Street, got the trap jumping I can front your work depending what you’re copping If you run off then I’m finna f**ing goblin Got Tec-9s, AKs in my closet It’s just in case a n***a cross me on that op sh** [Hook x2] [Verse 3 – Lil Reese:] Tell that n***a don’t ride past if he the opposite I’m a neighborhood n***a, you an op b**h 3 hunna, 64th, yeah we be dropping sh** She a neighborhood b**h, yeah she a block b**h She been around the block, yeah that’s the block b**h I spin around the block, I got my Glock and sh** Spin right back on your block, you better not be on it Any n***a getting seen, yeah we on it 3hunna that’s the team, yeah we own it Got k**ers, k** your dream, n***a we on that It’s a hundred band juug right there and we on that 3hunna that’s the team, yeah we own that [Hook x2]