Gucci Mane - Yorkie lyrics

[Hook] It's boring There's no comp; wake me up, I'm snoring Six rings on, you can call me Robert Horry Still busting bricks down, Zone Six quarry Whipping up a brick, yeah I'm working with the fork-y Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie Whipping up a brick, yeah I'm working with the fork-y Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie [Verse 1] Coke game breezy, but the rap game easy If I'm not trapping, God stop my breathing Somebody girl getting f**ed this evening Six rings on and my iced-out brights on Grill look right today, chest look right today Air 15's so we're not fighting it Brand new Porsche-y, working my fork-y White and black chain, same color your Jordans So Icey boys, we get high like Martians Probably can't pull 'em, but I bet my car can Tall, rich black man Nineteen stacks, man Add two tax, man Twenty one racks, man [Hook] [Verse 2] I hopped out the truck, rolled up cause I'm iced-out Money blewed up, save scratch like a tour bus Hoes adore us, they show for us We sho' nuff tough I'm so kushed up I'm so iced up, damn I'm freezing Red diamonds on me, so my chest just bleeding Tats everywhere, baby boo -- I'm sleeving With one gat, one shot, one reason Gucci change cars every time it change seasons I think I'm getting the bird flu, damn I'm sneezing Ha-choo, Gesundheit, I'm cheesing My j**elry real pretty like my little niece is [Hook] [Verse 3] Iced-out hard, man, red diamonds gorgeous The bezel on my watch got me thinking I'm important Shorty hating on us cause he know he can't afford it Rings and chains and Zaytoven recording '74 restored, rolling down Moreland Headed up Custer, I'm finna pick juice up Yeah, you heard the old sh**; this the new sh** Still in the Libra doing the same old two-step Gucci frames, Gucci belt, rappers need Gucci help Hopping out my gut, looking oh so debonair Ten stacks, twenty stacks, sell em by the twenty pack Gucci took the rap game from me, he won't give it back It's Gucci! [Hook]