Gucci Mane - alot lyrics

rate me

verse 1

My time piece custom, tennis shoes custom, 90 bricks just past customs, i ain't even touched'em, may not even bust'em, any rapper challenge me verbal race dust'em, I guess you not accustom, you got on a cos-tume, acting like a ba-boon, slap u with a bar stool, like 4 set rush him, everybody jumped him, gucci mane so bossed up don't make me get to hush him, god can only judge me, lord can only judge him, he don't have a pulse so guess somebody stuck him, gucci got a fly mouth, somebody punch em, last nigga tried dat head look like a pumpkin, i don't give a fuck if u fucks don't give a fuck.

chorus

how many cars do u got (alot) how many times have u popped ya glock (alot) how many times have u cruised da block (alot) how many haters do u think i got (alot) how many times am i talked about (alot) how much money do u think i got (alot) how many more men might get shot (alot) how many more men might get shot (alot)

verse 2

gucci got a arsony, heard he ride with carbon 15s with grenade launchers on'em tech nine with the cool it on it if u wanna take it off me ill put all my jewelry on it, take it fuck replace it ain't no need to put insurance on it, homie got an eye problem momma need insurance on him, like my nigga waka flocka don't wanna bag of money, sniper rifle shoot yo pussy ass from around da corner, i be riding in my Lamborghini (ghini) sexing women thinking back, when i was in cutlass wit no airconditon, this track is a car collision, think i got a heart condition, click got so much jewelry on, leave yo ass wit blurry vision, honestly i tote so much money i can't wear true religion yall niggaz be truly snitching stop asking bout Alger Wilson u niggaz no competition. it's gucci it's gucci uhhh alot

chorus 1x

verse 3

gucci mane phenomenon, napkins wit 3 numbers on'em, fucking wit a rubber on, yellow lamb, yellow blunt, me and monnie got a blunt, yew and rats don't get along, no u cannot have a loan right now cus I'm never home, pictures on my camera phone, make a nigga wanna rap, wanna be like gucci mane, wanna live off in da trap, no dis ain't da life until u think before u enter, hungry ass a nigga had da singles out in Libra, make u a beliver wen u c me wit da eagle, street sweeper shootin people cus dey think they deeper, deeper den dis rap shit, dead people can't talk, blind man can't see, gucci knock yo head off.

Thanks to maine maine

Thanks to EastAtlShawty for correcting these lyrics