Gucci Mane - SoIcyBoyz 3 lyrics

[Intro: Pooh Shiesty & Drake] (Tay Keith, this too hard) Ayy, ayy, blrrrd [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Section 8 'partments, I'm valid on payment Servin' that cottage like back in the '80s We got the gas you can't get at the station I just hit the dope and then made 'em go crazy We got more drugs than the nurses at Grady Porsche on a Porsche, so I'ma send at your [?] Woke up today, I community gated Looked in the mirror like, "ni**a, you made it" Thinkin' 'bout all of the charges I skated From robbin' and takin' and enter and breakin' I shake the pot, made it jump to an 80 Smokin' just make my eyes lowеr like Asians I'm all in Miami, strapped up like a Haitian Pеople, they shakin', they feel the vibration Bullets gon' hit, feel a burnin' sensation Flippin' that turf, have your money and race it These junkies my patients, they walk in and paint sh*t I had the coco, had to tell 'em, "Be patient" In my duplex with the bricks in the basement Real street ni**a, never wrote no statement They tell 'em to come out, they hold us to come out Ball like I'm Jordan, yeah, I stuck my tongue out ni**as got no cars, they stickin' they thumb out Keep it a hunnid, I'm bringin' the drum out I put my gun out, let's see how they tell out Might just be bookin', they won't put the blunt out They say it's a drug, make it rain when the sun out All red Royce, skrrt-skrrt, do a rollout My word is the law, no cap in my bars Put ice on my heart and put tats on my scar Might want a .30, but lobster walk 1017, we ball to ball [Chorus: Foogiano] I got sixty shots in this Drac', he move once, won't move again Talkin' all that sh*t, we broke his bones, his ass should've come right in Tolerate, no disrespect, I'm Beyblade how I get to spinnin' Dump him in that water, he ain't swimmin', boy, that ni**a missin' [Verse 2: Big Scarr] We don't blank on missions, now he missin' Swimmin' with the fishes Wockhardt got me pissin', diamonds glisten Strapped up with that glizzy All my clothes be fitted, jeans got denim These not Jew religion If I take your soul, I'm not real picky, Reaper my religion Can't show the internet how I be livin' Sticks steamer, ride through the city Stay out the way and get paid, ni**as all in they feelings On the internet, talkin' like b*tches Money come in different ways, I'm a jugger Got Drakes and them bows while I'm breakin' a b*tch Yellow gold on my wrist lookin' like piss If I go broke, then I'm takin' a risk How you be slammin', but your buddy got hit? Yeah, we double back if we feel like we missed Yeah, I drop the opp 'fore I drop me a hit I'm not like these rappers, I'm not finna diss They havin' cake, make your b*tch make a wish I keep throwin' up, ni**as keep havin' fits Ten thousand ain't nothin, blow this sh*t on a fit Remember they doubted me, now look, I'm rich Still in the hood, posted up with the bricks I still will mask up, put that fire on them b*tches ni**as be put up when I'm in the city I'm tired of beefin' with ni**as who snitches ni**as don't want smoke, they just want attention Double like Davy, we standin' on b*tches We really 'bout action, these ni**as pretendin' [Verse 3: Pooh Shiesty] Yeah, big F&N for these fu*k ni**as, low Joe, choppas grab your venom I'm still with them killers, I'm with [?], you know who shoot the [?] Ayy, I passed the shot off to KD, felt like the porn God of [?] I'm overdue, so Wock' trill [?], 'bout two Percocets I talk sh*t like I'm five hundred pounds, I'm strapped with like three hundred rounds And I still'll take your bowl from you, know who quick to slime some sh*t down Got thirty thousand on his top, now they on his ass like he Flavor Flav' I got a cup, no, you can't come around, poured an 8 on this zombie town And it cost to move, 'cause when I had [?] on Make sure you sure to a clip when you roll on Police keep takin' my guns, I can't run out Slip on his block for so long, now the sun out Got [?], turn my apartments up, I took my chain back to the condo We go by codes up in the field, drop an opp, we call that a touchdown [Chorus: Foogiano] I got sixty shots in this Drac', he move once, won't move again Talkin' all that sh*t, we broke his bones, his ass should've come right in Tolerate, no disrespect, I'm Beyblade how I get to spinnin' Dump him in that water, he ain't swimmin', boy, that ni**a missin'