Gucci Mane - Anything lyrics

[hook: Guwop] You can't tell me anything, no you can't talk to me You can't tell me anything, no you can't talk to me Unless want 2 or 3, bricks they go for cheap Shop with me, I got what you need What you wanna get, two or three, n***a f** witj me I be in the dope game, and I can sell ya anythang! That boy that price too high, he a lie, he can't f** with me Gucci Mane got fire, I got fire, come and f** with me! [Verse 1: Guwop] Trash bag fulla this sh** That b**h so ugly, can't get a pull of this sh** (naw!) Treat me off my dick, that b**h so slick, I might just sue that b**h! (damn!) Trap house ballin' so hard, they makin me - Lord I might just move this b**h! (woop!) Lost 200 grams on water wippin', need some better bricks (f**!) Peep my new sh**, Gucci Mane glue brick I'm so slick, one brick be two bricks (yea!) Cooler than a penguin in a cooler with a lot of juice Shawty swallow yea your daughter and she use a lotta spit I'm Mr. Million dollar dick, and I can pluck your bottom b**h You better pay me in full, a n***a fully auto Before I have your black a** burnt like charcoal (haaa) Man-hunt for me just like Chapo (chapo) And French Montana can bite my swag, but I'm still head honcho (wop!) [Hook] [Verse 2: Guwop] Sellin' bow after f**in' bow, I just broke the bow Serve it half or I serve it whole, I just broke the stove Cash drop on the f**ing spot, need another spot I get top, get a n***a top, Gucci Mane got guap! Drop my top with your main b**h, damn she off the leash! Gotta mean lookin' at them jeans, as she po' my lean Try to refrain from smoking the green, cause of all my friends My girl said, "Me or the f**ing lean!" , and I choose the codeine b**h go 'head and leave, Ho just leave my keys You can take this bullsh** cause it means nothing to me Said, "She ain't got nothin' on ya" , b**h he ain't got nothing on me! And matter of fact b**h where's my pint at, cause you ain't my cup of tea! (Guwop!) [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Thug] If I can't top ya pridna, I got fidna I got fidna for you widnite Take a one-five put it in ninite Take another one-five tryna hercule And buy that b**h a burganby You know that big convert for me (damn) That all blue bently, pew! , I drop the top they papa smurfin' me You fake-ballin' like Nerf You on the turf And you not worth a f**in' thing, I think you're cursed My ice is water you can surf (whoosh!) Yea-yea-yea you can surf, that's what its worth Wussup Lil' Dirk, 3 Hunna spent on a shirt Yo' b**h wanna go berserk On this stick, I'm on this stick wussup Lil' Tic I left like seven bricks on the table, came from Eagles like Mike Vick I got like six b**hes controllin' me, like a muthaf**in' theist (woop woop woop) I drink that lean I got that fisker, got that fisker just like this b**h!