Gucci Mane - Lately lyrics

[Intro] So Icey Boy CEO (SpiffoMadeIt, b*tch, aha) (Go) [Chorus] Lately they been comin' at me fakin', it's been hard to dodge I just copped two Trackhawks and two Chargers, we in love with Dodge (What) All these diamonds on me hittin' me hard like I've been fightin' with Floyd (Burr) Put your hands on Gucci Mane, on God, I'm sendin' your ass to God Don't talk about my enemies, they dead to me, why bring 'em up? This .223 gon' end the beef (Grrra), they slept on me, I woke 'em up (Ooh) AR with the shoulder strap, what that sound like? The NOLA clap Money so retarded, might park my Phantom in a handicap [Verse 1] My lil' jit just like shootin' up sh*t, they don't еven really like to rap (Huh?) Ran off on ya, owе you one, the coke was color Doja Cat (It's cream) Guess he thought that Gucci was a ho, I wonder who told him that? Playin' with my backend on the road, got the promoter whacked (Baow) Lately all my new signees got me thinkin' my phone tapped (Well damn) So Icey write they own raps, my artists tote they own straps (Baow) Brand new F8 'Rari, drive that b*tch like it got handlebars (Skrrt) Lil' b*tch, she a cannibal, ate my dick like an animal (Muah) [Chorus] Lately they been comin' at me fakin', it's been hard to dodge I just copped two Trackhawks and two Chargers, we in love with Dodge (What) All these diamonds on me hittin' me hard like I've been fightin' with Floyd (Burr) Put your hands on Gucci Mane, on God, I'm sendin' your ass to God Don't talk about my enemies, they dead to me, why bring 'em up? This .223 gon' end the beef (Grrra), they slept on me, I woke 'em up (Ooh) AR with the shoulder strap, what that sound like? The NOLA clap Money so retarded, might park my Phantom in a handicap [Verse 2] ni**as hang with me, known to push a stick like a janitor (What?) My ni**as some predators, a lot of ni**as scared of us Beef ain't really sh*t to me, a ni**a ain't did sh*t to me (No) I'm not Billy Batts, but a ni**a ain't takin' sh*t from me (Nah) ni**as talkin' down on me like they ain't bought no bricks from me su*kers tryna clown me like they never hit no licks with me (Ha) Ran my M's up, left the streets, now that's a flawless victory (Well damn) Lace my cleats and fed the streets, yeah, everybody eats with me (It's Gucci) [Chorus] Lately they been comin' at me fakin', it's been hard to dodge I just copped two Trackhawks and two Chargers, we in love with Dodge (What) All these diamonds on me hittin' me hard like I've been fightin' with Floyd (Burr) Put your hands on Gucci Mane, on God, I'm sendin' your ass to God Don't talk about my enemies, they dead to me, why bring 'em up? This .223 gon' end the beef (Grrra), they slept on me, I woke 'em up (Ooh) AR with the shoulder strap, what that sound like? The NOLA clap Money so retarded, might park my Phantom in a handicap