Gucci Mane - First Song Back lyrics

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Gucci Mane - First Song Back lyrics

[Verse 1] Flow chilly, smokin on a dro Philly Car pretty, whole city down with it Flow chilly, smokin on a dro Philly Car pretty, whole city down with it Flow chilly, smokin on a dro Philly Car pretty, whole city down with it Mo' millis, competition oh really? So silly, to think that you could flow with me Pink diamonds, blue, yellow, black diamonds White diamonds, can't find noone to outshine me Hood n***a, hood hoes dream n***a Mob figga, and bring 'bout twenty triggers Trapped out, whose stash house is racked out Stacked up, I lost my count I blacked out X-ed out, dro-ed up and leaned out The Rolls out, don't give a f** I cashed out Zone 6, yeah b**h I'm on my own dick I run sh**, this my hood and I talk sh** Hey b**h, you gotta slang like 10 bricks Hit 10 licks, to stand next to Brick Squad, b**h Bling bling, j**eled up like a young king So clean, and the flow'll make a ho cream Red beam pointed at you, better not scream I stack green, my whole team by all means Still drankin', smokin' weed that always stankin' Suicide doors on the Rolls and the Lincoln Brick Squad, brick boys reach stars All black cars, all black trucks with black bars Red laces, red bracelet, fed cases New places, ain't tryna see no new faces Hood livin', drug dealin', thug women f** prison, we lean sippin' still sippin' It's my world, I f**ed her once she's my girl Now yo girl, you bought all types of white pearls Still talkin', diamond necklace moonwalkin' Hood flossin', pull up and I'ma ruin Austin No fakes, off days are lunch breaks Blunt break, then hit the booth in one take I'm like Mike, the greatest I need five mics And five dykes, to sit next to me fight night You heard right, double back sell the bird twice I'm so chiste', might lower it to third price I'm on goal, you want the ball like T.O But can't blow, cuz you ain't got no cash flow Tatted up, hand count ain't fast enough Add it up, four mil in hundreds stash it up Pool game, twenty thousand dollars rack 'em up You too lame, too much game to pa** it up Gucci