[Hook]
Don't let your mouth write a check that your a** can't cash
I'm the lawnmower man and your a** is gra**
[Verse One]
A n***a make Gucci wear a sh** bag, acting bad
Like a kid at Six Flags, I'll send some slugs at your b**h a**
In my hood, ain't no love for your b**h a**, fifty pounds in a trash bag
Anybody move then that n***a get blast at, hit a lick for about fifty stacks
n******gs' tripping, talking about Gucci bring the money back, half a brick
And I'm bunking that, I'm in the trap where the junkies at
I'm getting fat, f** a jumping jack, Zay'
Drop a track, the whole industry be jocking that
I'll put a hole in your stocking cap, work you like a b**h at the Body Tap
I stay strapped, blow you off the map, n******gs' hate behind my back
But when they see me give me dap
[Hook]
Don't let your mouth write a check that your a** can't cash
I'm the lawnmower man and your a** is gra**
[Verse Two]
Uh, I'm from the hood, I'll punch your lights out, I took your j**ellery
Now I'm iced out, Gucci Mane got that 'caine in, I swear
I'd never tuck my chain in, you're just a thug in training
I'm a thug entertaining, really, I'm a street n***a, that chopper on the seat
n***a, I'm ready for that beef, n***a, Young Gucci's got to eat
n***a, I guess I'll see you when I see you, n***a, I wouldn't want to be you
n***a, now, ain't that like a n***a, trying to sound like a n***a
A lover not a fighter, n***a, but let me see yout lighter, n***a
[Hook]
Don't let your mouth write a check that your a** can't cash
I'm the lawnmower man and your a** is gra**
[Verse Three]
You see the bracelet on my arm, my necklace, my charm
I'm dangerous and armed with grenades and bombs, y'all done slumped out
With tons of ones, in the club, putting on like I'm 'Dapper Don'
Yours truly, Young Gucci, all I do is hustle hard, never had credit
But used my tool as a Mastercard, grimy and gritty
Hotter than cooking with lard, Gucci Mane on the block again
And I'm cooking you boys, it's that grown a** sh**, n***a, bring all the toys
When I snap they'll have to call the lieutenant and sarge
Bring the whole entourage, since you thinking you hard
And watch how quick I load the chopper bullets, you've got to dodge
Uh, Gucci Mane on the track, n***a, Zaytoven on the track, n***a, Big Cat
La Flare, n***a, I'm the lawnmower man, n***a
[Hook]
Don't let your mouth write a check that your a** can't cash
I'm the lawnmower man and your a** is gra**