Gucci Mane - Gods Witness lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Born legendary on the 12th of February Big fat rich n***a, call me refrigerator Perry If I piss on your head then call it rain, do you believe it? And the girls are freakin, I'm a lick it, I can't keep a secret 40 thou, chillin out, all of my pasta be the mattress Look at me now, iced out, damn, I can f**in asks 40 thou for a brick, now and let's not even tax it Turn my spot, to a lean house, all I drink is actin this And I ain't even gotta flex to you b**h, I'm rich Got the whole wide world shorty on my dick Go tell your hot mouth ho she can s** my dick I blow my nose with money hoe, I'm snot nose rich 60's on my chargers so I'm dodging potholes ho Yo n***a lost cause he got on that Mavada watch And spill the sauce, b**h it ain't a car that I ain't got Yo n***a lost it but Gucci bout to lose his top She found it s**y that every problem I got I address it These n***as flexin, I pistol whip the boy the boy that bring the message Police interrogate, man f** the sh**, am I arrested? If not let me go cause b**h I got a show in Texas Black n***a but I gotta stand like I'm Mexican And hit yo next to kin if I don't have my Benjamins Popped two mollies and it boosted my adrenaline And your baby momma say my nuts taste like cinnamon [Hook: Gucci Mane] I pull up in the Bentley and I give their a** the business Tractor trailer full of midgets n***a come and get it n***a you know all the cash I made on I-20 God can be my witness, I'm a real trap n***a Pull up in the Bentley and I give they a** the business I'm servin by myself cause I don't need no co-defendant Head count the money lost, counted 560 Cartel wanna clip me cause I intercept the shipment [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I've been sellin' dope since a lil boy, I ain't have no choice Two man operation but I ain't have no voice I ain't have no Rolls Royce and I ain't have no Porsche But if you steppin me out for these air force ones then yo a** gon get jumped son Apologize to your granddaddy cause I beat up your grandson I've been jumpin out of that van boy cause I owe cash to the landlord Say I whip the n***a with a pool stick, man Gucci Mane is no poor shark All this diamonds sittin on my chairs baby turned me into a cold heart You can jump in front of these bullies and act like you a Braveheart Quick ticket to the graveyard, playin hard but you fake heart You with the one, bust the great boys, mind kidnappers rape boys No discrete sensei boys, suggest you open that safe boy You're on me since the 3rd n***a and you don't know it's the 8 months Like how your blood taste boy, cause you lyin to me in my face boy Your dad say you're a disgrace, mistakin the first place Glock 40 on my waist, and I took the pistol on the first date [Hook x2]