Live at the Red Carpet(feat. Peewee Longway) - Gucci Mane/Peewee Longway
Lyrics by:Radric Davis/Samuel Gloade/Quincy Lamont Williams
30 you a motherf**kin' fool n***a
Woah
My fault white chalk on the sidewalk
And it's my fault
Yeah on the side on the side walk
I had to laugh to keep me from crying wop
Wop
Wop
Ha ha
Looking like a four-eyed nerd with these Cartier frames Nerd
F**k a bowtie I'm rocking diamond chains burr
Titties perking a*s poking out
Got my dick so hard see the vein coming out d**n
Probably won't get no star on the sidewalk huh
White chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault
Gucci keep going up posting all his whereabouts
In these foreign lands shaking hands he don't care about
I don't give a d**n 'bout nothing but the pay amount
I ain't never going broke all I really care about
Money coming in and out trapping like it's
In and out
Money every minute n***a I look like a millionaire
Big player sitting at the end of the boss chair
Sewing loose ends get you caught up in the crossfire
Looking back I was in the pen behind barbed wire
And I ain't tried to blend I'm a stand up tall guy
Testing testing Gucci flexing let me see if this mic working
Always make a good impression live at
The Grammy's let me tuck my shirt in
Snuck the work in the Birk' like a vet do
You can't gas me b***h 'cause I'm selling jet fuel
Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom
Snuck off and hit my b***h in the red room
I remember you from school n***a you a ho guy
I don't think nobody got the balls that I got
Shotgun hunter had his whole clique hog tied
Gucci Mane shotter I'ma start a bonfire
Strapped with the FN I don't need a fall guy
Standing in the kitchen flipping chickens just like five guys
223'll shitbag blow out your whole teste
I just made a new investment ice Wayne Gretzky
Testing testing Longway flexing
I just make the GT go skrrt like the Jetson's
SL top floor f**king two besties b***h
Took a hundred pound and went
And baguettied the necklace Ice
Paramount diamonds just exquisite suggestion
Remy bust down you can tell by the setting
It's a high limit room I see you bettin' by the petty
Go out like a hot boy
Long gon' pop it when we ready
I get your b***h and trap
Her make her suck it like spaghetti
The brick came with the stamp on
It we cook it 'til it's ready
I'm hittin' her from the back
She say I'm f**kin' up her edges
Live at the Grammy's Longway sippin' on Texas
Testing testing Gucci flexing
Let me see if this mic working
Always make a good impression live
At the Grammy's let me tuck my shirt in
Snuck the work in the Birk' like a vet do
You can't gas me b***h 'cause I'm selling jet fuel
Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom
Snuck off and hit my b***h in the red room
I remember you from school n***a you a ho guy
I don't think nobody got the balls that I got
Shotgun hunter had his whole clique hog tied
Gucci Mane shotter I'ma start a bonfire