[Intro: Gucci Mane] My name is Gucci I drank lean Pop pills Smoke weed Aye man, its Gucci [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I smoke a ounce of some sh** I can't even pronounce Since I can't say it right now Im just gone call it that loud I think Im Rick James I pa** that sh** to the crowd I think Im George Clint because Im high and Im proud I think Im Michael Jackson my Dr. give me the scripts I got my own Pharmacy yo prescription get filled Who want a Percocet Who want a Lortab Who want some clean Molly You want some Oxycontin Oh you's a drug user Man you know Gucci got it They call me Gucci Google If I dont got it find it I got that raw Act Eat up yo stomach lining She got a titty ring I got that nose candy She eat vicodin back to back like they was Jolly Ranchers And the Versace dress she wearing look like they body painted She went to rehab She bout to relapse You know I lean and drive Man I dont need cab Im on the E way Im in a V-12 I got that Mollysand Im on the beach with seashells Ain't you a rapper Gucci Why you got 3 scales Man I don't e-mail Gucci mail bales [Chorus: Gucci Mane] What kind of d** you like What kind of d** you like She said her man dont love her right What kind of d** you like What kind of d** you like What kind of d** you like She said her man dont love her right What kind of d** you like What kind of d** you like What kind of d** you like We in the club, we high off d** tonight What kind of d** you like What kind of d** you like She said her man dont love her right We high off d** tonight (we high off d** tonight) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] We f**ed up One too many d** got me f**ed up I got damn near 4 d** all in one cup Styrofoam cup it cost me like a hundred bucks 500 dollars everytime Im pourin up 300 dollar blunts when Im rollin up I spent 2500 hundred I ain't even had my lunch OG kush for breakfast for a champion my morning junt Promethazine on everything im pouring lean on my Captain Crunch Last 12 months not sober once Which one of yall wanna have some fun Get ya some on ya tongue need a liver and lung Playing the guitar high of thats the sh** that Jimi Hendrix on Smoking Chronic me and Snoop Lion need to get ya some Clean bricks I remix me some Licks out there hit more than 1 Syrup I get drowned upon but then in the mob it's frowned upon He said he on cloud 9 but I dont know what cloud I'm on Its Gucci Mane the Rasta man someone please roll the ganja man [Chorus: Gucci Mane] What kind of d** you like What kind of d** you like She said her man dont love her right What kind of d** you like What kind of d** you like What kind of d** you like She said her man dont love her right What kind of d** you like What kind of d** you like What kind of d** you like We in the club, we high off d** tonight What kind of d** you like What kind of d** you like She said her man dont love her right We high off d** tonight (we high off d** tonight)