Gucci Mane - Spit In Yo Face lyrics

What the f** they gon do with me? Wop... talking bout what he gonna do to Guwoppp Burr... Burr Your girl, she want to do with me Catch Up! This f** n***a keep on texting my phone saying what he gon do to me I keep two pistols usually, these f** n***as better bring four or three Brick squad, this is my Faculty, always keep the trap with me Always keep the scrap with me, give a f** if you don't do a song with me Smoking on strong all day my n***a, sipping on lean, not even there f** n***a test that Gucci Mane, have blood all on my Timberlands Hey there go that Gucci Mane, do all y'all remember him? I'm a mob n***a half Sicilian, but nah ain't ever been to Italy Four-fifty eight from Italy, M6 came from Germany Zaytoven my symphony, Young Jeezy my enemy Some people say I'm crazy and I might need to take some Ritalin Signed Black Migo Scooter so that makes Gucci a Mexican [Hook:] Work, spit in your face f** n***a, I might spit in your face Gucci Man, I'm a real nasty n***a I just might just spit in your face Gucci be the type, just spit in your face Gucci Man, I'm a nasty n***a n***a, I might just spit in your face I'm a type of n***a just spit in your face Gucci Man's a nasty n***a n***a, I might spit in your face Spit in your face Gucci Man's a nasty n***a f** n***a, I might spit in your face