Gucci Mane - Bum Bum lyrics

[Intro:] Uh It's Gucci Livin' Legend I'm a legend [Chorus:] I'm glad that this game so easy to me Bu-Bum Bu-Bum Bum God thanks for sending this dope to me Bu-Bum Bu-Bum Bum Got his F&N in his car with me Bu-Bum Bu-Bum Bum God thank you for sending this bomb to me Bu-Bum Bu-Bum Bum [Verse 1:] I'm rollin' and I'm gone off ecstasy Hoes keep saying I'm s**y man I don't believe nothin' I see or hear Cause half of that sh** ain't real to me I got a n***a rollin' with me he'll k** for me I got another n***a like to do deals for me My daddy was a hustler apple don't fall far from the tree And I am Gucci Mane my son is gone be a G (Bu-Bum Bu-Bum Bum) Got that gun with me Got two hundred round drums in the car with me I'm bustin blunts got ten cigars with me I'm gettin' head got a p**no star car with me [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Like MJ in Thriller man I dance with monsters Even right now it's a thief amongst us Sometimes I know that it's a snitch amongst us And they gone come out and then my goons gone hunt ya I got straps like super country White couch, headshot, decorate your fun-ture Oops I meant furniture but damn I fronted ya He ran off with the pack so I had to punish him Torture two days and I need some answers Chain so sick prolly got breast cancer Yellow diamond rolly time piece bananza I'm ballin' hard R. Kelly party fiesta R. Kelly numbers {when I ask my investors?} Sixteen year old white girls to stretch ya And you can't comprehend cause I'm too over your head bruh Seven days a week I'm gone pull up in a red car I'm super duper high and I'm super successful Hundred pounds I break it down Five pounds the extra Bullets go through ya head {who nexta, who nexta, nexta?} I'm talkin' to ya now but I don't like to lecture [Chorus]