Gucci Mane - Wish You Was Me lyrics

(Intro) Man this sh** crazy In this crib sh** is f**in crazy Uh! It’s Guwop It’s Guwop (Hook) I got 100 young n***as screamin I don’t give a f** Got them pistols in the club, wish a n***a would touch me n***a what? You think Gucci give a f**? Sayin that you f** with Gucci but he know he don’t trust me Then I rush, n***a better catch a cut Got that 4-4 on my gut, I don’t need no n***a but me I’m a thug, yea my mama raised a thug But I’m a multimillionaire, you wish you motherf**in was me (Verse) sponsored links n***a wish you was the motherf**in Gucci Mane But stop man wit yo wishin there cuz on the real you trippin man And I know bands can make her dance but I can’t really dance You spend 100 thousand on it they will really glance I throw so much money on me, I need hammer pants And we can bet 1 million, that’s if you’s a gambling man I ain’t runnin from it, I was borned in Birmingham East Atlanta, been there moved so check my Instagram I’m a shooter, I’m a builder and I’m a business man I talk so disrespectful that I hurt yo feelings damn I whip and took a pa** then to you, I need them extra grams And when that choppa blip my b**h yall say I’m goin HAM (Hook) I got 100 young n***as screamin I don’t give a f** Got them pistols in the club, wish a n***a would touch me n***a what? You think Gucci give a f**? Sayin that you f** with Gucci but he know he don’t trust me Then I rush, n***a better catch a cut Got that 4-4 on my gut, I don’t need no n***a but me I’m a thug, yea my mama raised a thug But I’m a multimillionaire, you wish you motherf**in was me (Verse) I’m f**in with the young n***as, all my n***as thuggin Robin Hood of the city, all my n***as struggling Big money Gucci n***a, I don’t do the buget Feel just like easy when he made easy does it Rap n***as name drop, Gucci Mane c**aine drop Thought it was a choppa, 100 bottles of champagne popped Thought I was a doctor, 50 pints on my counter top 4-58 cuz I just load a Ferrari shop Pray to be a hustla, man I got it from grandpa In the kitchen cookin' Rest In Peace to my grandma n***a ran off so I'ma blow his f**in' head off You can work for me 'cause now you got a dead boss (Hook) I got 100 young n***as screamin I don’t give a f** Got them pistols in the club, wish a n***a would touch me n***a what? You think Gucci give a f**? Sayin that you f** with Gucci but he know he don’t trust me Then I rush, n***a better catch a cut Got that 4-4 on my gut, I don’t need no n***a but me I’m a thug, yea my mama raised a thug But I’m a multimillionaire, you wish you motherf**in was me