Gucci Mane - Vette Pa** By lyrics

[Hook: Gucci Mane] Vette pa** by, everybody looking Six stoves in the house and everybody cooking Wrist like blaow, chain like oww We throw it in the air, to watch it come down You riding vert (wheewh) Them bullets go (wheewh) You got a common cold, we got the bird flu (x2) [Verse 1: Gucci] This house is stupid perp, they cost me half a rack AK half a stack, so we ain't gon hit back I'm at the gambling house, I won bout 80 bands And went to Magic City, and did the rain dance I'm the cave man, stupid bad man Rubberband man, I'm extra gram Sam A stupid fruity sack, a stupid fruity pack Crazy Gucci shoes, where you get em at? I said it's all white, 'bout a fifty pack The hottest n***a in the nation ain't dropped yet Where them pots at? Where them Glocks at? I keep the dough weird, where them plots at? [Hook] [Verse 2: Gucci] Cartoon chain, papa smurf rang All red wangs, So Icy airplane Gucci man hat, Gucci man shirt Louie V shoes, Louie v purp We ain't the Big Tymers, but b**h we got work We get our roll on in new school verts Old school's cool, but most of our's new Gesundheit b**h, we got the bird flu But we'll bless you, so say achoo We'll turn them house shoes, into some Prada shoes On the east side, we play by Gucci rules He's only in the hood, when he's commissioned to [Hook] [OJ Da Juiceman] The bird flu got me, the Jacob watch Rocky Balboa'd the diamond now, I'm So Icy Young Juice Man godddamit I'm the sh** Boomin' off the chain working with 50 bricks Now-a-later cars, creu blue chains 32 karat posted on my pinkie rang Been a 100 charger, sneaker color dump Super bad b**h Ay! Pocket with the mumps Ay! Common cold n***a, Ay! This ain't what you want Ay! 72 donk, Ay! With no skirt! Whoa, six stoves cookin' mean we got work! Young, Juiceman ,cuz, smokin' nine pounds of purp