Jeezy - Me Ok (WopMix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I'mma keep it street, choppa on the seat I don't f** with f** n***as and they don't f** with me Spray 'em from across, Gucci Mane, I'm boss Watch your f**in' mouth before I send k**ers to your house What ya got to prove? My young n***as shoot Let me introduce myself - I'm Gucci, I'mma shoot too I'mma livin' legend, East Atlanta legend The viewers scream n***a why you talk to other (?) El Chapo with the dope, I just might get your a** beheaded And my n***as (?) to send a message That choppa with the dope, I just might get your a** beheaded [Hook: Jeezy] First to tell ya "Motherf**er, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a b**h before my bread, hey, now me OK [Verse 2: Jeezy] When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam If Jizzle ain't droppin', n***a, what the f** is Def Jam? I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic Boss sh**, might just drop my next album on Atlantic I really hope you b**hes ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi Got some sh** up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a n***a totin' Keep that street n***a paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin' First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord Wa**up [Hook: Jeezy] [Verse 3: Jeezy] Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam amba**ador Dropped so many Rollies, n***as thought I owned the Rollie store Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you I don't eat, sleep, or sh** without my mothaf**in' pistol [Hook: Jeezy]