Gucci Mane - Threw With That sh** lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Gucci! Gucci All these diamonds on me, they dancing on me She glancing like I'm a star These Giuseppe's on me, they stepping on me So I might just stand on the bar Got this weapon on me don't help me homie In the parking lot I'm a star Put my Bentley to your sentra n***a It's like a bird just sh** on your car Got 3 birds strapped to your pa And I might be wearing his [?] If he don't pay when I tell him to then I'm kidnapping your ma' Got them white diamonds, no flaw Got that bad b**h with no bra And if you know what these tear drops mean Then what the f** you trying me for? [Hook: Gucci Mane] I done showed this b**h too much too quick So I can't cut her off that's foolishness She tell on me, it's over with Man I don't even want nothing to do with this b**h One more run and I'm through with this sh** I don't even want nothing to do with this sh** All this cash I'm sick of this sh** It's midnight mane [?] I pour a deuce in 20 juices I swear I'm a fool with this sh** But I ain't drinking lean no more I swear I'm through with this sh** I smoke so many blunts of kush I man I'm a fool with this sh** But I ain't smoking that sh** no more man I'm through with this sh** I f**ed so many different b**hes I'm a fool with this sh** But I ain't f**ing with these hoes no more I'm through with this sh** So many diamonds on me I done caught the flu with this sh** But I ain't buying that sh** no more man I'm through with this sh** [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Ain't no flexing on me, it's a blessing homie Got a collar shirt with a diamond resting on it At the concert stressing that your pressing on me And they damn near had to bring a stretcher homie At the western homie and your girl is one me And the girl so cool she brought and extra homie Girl on girl no question homie Damn I swear that sh** was a pressure moment Futuristic ride like a Jetson homie Got the Forgiato rims with the F's on em' Summer come out they put the dresses on And the b**h so fine I put a necklace on her Got a b**h that call me super sport She say all my cars got S's on em' Shout to Bun, you a legend homie Did a verse for me, now I got Texas on me [Hook: Gucci Mane] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I'm through with this sh** and I'm through with this sh** Cause' I know that one of these n***as might snitch Which one of y'all gonna be a little b**h? Which one you young n***as wanna get rich? Dropped out of school but he got a little sense Wanna get rich? Gotta take that risk Gotta work yo' b**h, gotta work your wrist Gotta use good sense, gotta sell that fish If you sh** where you piss then it don't make sense Selling bricks with a b**h then it don't make sense They were friends til the end then you snitched on a friend? Well a friend tells the truth and you're not my friend If n***as were real then n***as will win I never put trust in these n***as again How you my clan you and didn't stick to the plan? You say you a man but you told on your man? Sammy the boo man you know what you did Snitched on them all just to show off to yo b**h 2 shots in the head for the sh** that you did You say you OG but you talk to the feds Judas betray me, you gave me this bread All the time you had dope planted on edge The city infested man, watch for the plague Watch for the rest and look out the pigs [Hook: Gucci Mane]