Gucci Mane - Informant lyrics

[Hook] I sit around in the with my young n***as Sellin' narcotics Boys in the hood, wanna see a dead body? f** 12, cause a n***a got a 12-gauge shotty And I heard Vicky boy just shot somebody Rude boy, tote a [?] with the bumbaclot Rasclat better run, cause Im lookin sharp Head shot, pop pop pop pop pop to your dreadlock And I drop the informant who talk to the damn cops [Verse 1] I'm a soldier on the battlefield I murk your a** for real Got a young n***a who love to k** More bodies than a Navy Seal These young boys ain't got nothin' to do But somethin' to prove and somethin' to shoot k** you on you birthday Take you cake, and f** your lady too Shoot you in your dreads Now, have a Rastafarian funeral "[?] is a traitor" she said to his [?] Hundred wawa's, all with woppers Ain't no f**ing breathing room 18 karat golden choppa my hollow tip got diamonds (burr) Extended clip I dipped my clip in rose gold, so it match my j**elry, fool "Gucci Mane got stupid money, but that boy ain't lyrical" I'm Eazy-E, reincarnated, but without the Jheri curl (R.I.P.) Without the Dre Beats on my ear And ice cubes on my baby girl [Hook] [Verse 2] Here's you a little tip Gucci Mane a miracle Call me anything but lyrical The sh** gonna get physical [?] on your b**h a** I f**ed her in the living room She tried to get you to rob the wop now the b**h in critical Short, fine Big bu*t, with a fat purse [?] nine, show time Make that gat burst I don't mind But, don't touch it 'till you ask first My new chick She'll eat a dick like a bratwurst [?] I sip the lean Pancake, Mrs. bu*terworth 100K on three whips, that's a T-rex 100 pounds, I didn't pay I got a weed debt [Hook]