Gucci Mane - I Told You lyrics

[Intro] Wop, Wop, Woptober, Wop Finally, this is the finale It's Gucci Yeah, yeah, GOAT [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] These slides are Buscemi, my drawers and wifebeaters Givenchy A n***a be handsome, these white women say that they want me They say that I'm country but I'm number one in the country It's no need to tell me, I know you lil n***as is hungry Mike Will and Zay beat, I'ma ride that b**h just like a 10 speed My chick is a dime piece I bought her some shoes that cost 10 G's These b**hes is grimy, befriending my b**h to get round me A n***a so shiny, they just wanna gawk at my timepiece From the top and I'm not stopping till the money stop I used to cook with several pots But now my hands in several pots You try to plot on 'Wop, my goons gon' play connect the dots My knot so big it slap you cross your forehead and it left a knot [Hook: Young Thug] I told you, I told you I told you, I told you These boys didn't believe in me I showed you, I showed you My b**h my lil whoadie My b**h from Magnolia Surrounded by bad b**hes We up without Forgi's We live bout that cash talk baby We live bout that cash talk baby I'm riding in Nascar baby I'm down with that asphalt They know not to play with us, ay We strapped like the black hawks I got that boy leaking out blood I got that boy getting chunked, yeah [Verse 2: Young Thug] Now tell me the problem now I cut that head like a barber now They told me them boys are now I'ma pull up on your war right now The cops know we mobbing now I'ma go end what you started now We used to be dead broke Now we gon' do it real larger now You know I'ma vet it Gone but they sipping synthetic, ay They told and you let 'em These f** n***as fake as their bezels, ay My gold from Brazil I got my sh** out of treasure, ay You gotta wrap the weed 10 times to smell it, ay Cinderella smoking kush and cigarellos, hey Get them birdies, let them fly without propellors, hey Get the P, run up the door up, lift up and accelerate Drive the Wraithy, when it rain for the umbrellas, ay [Hook: Young Thug] I told you, I told you I told you, I told you These boys didn't believe in me I showed you, I showed you My b**h my lil whoadie My b**h from Magnolia Surrounded by bad b**hes We up without Forgi's We live bout that cash talk baby We live bout that cash talk baby I'm riding in Nascar baby I'm down with that asphalt They know not to play with us, ay We strapped like the black hawks I got that boy leaking out blood I got that boy getting chunked, yeah [Outro: Gucci Mane] Burr, aha, it's Gucci