Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane - Get The Doe lyrics

rate me

feat. Rocko

Iced out shawty, your bitch wanna fuck with me, I don’t doubt it

Gucci man show man the club so crowded

Got a mean watch on me, cost a cool whip 40

The center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me

I take a picture with your bitch I don’t know why you allowed it

Bitch I get strong pack in yeah my kush is the loudest

And my name rang bells different countries and counties

They had a bounty on my chain how the fuck they found me

I blow so much purp that I can’t stay grounded

This is on my straigh ag, yeah it’s mounted

A nigga say he jack me, how the fuck that sounded

[Hook]

200 cash that’s on the floor

I got 100 bands going out the door

Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes

I’m hustlin hard baby gotta get the doe

200 cash that’s on the floor

I got 100 bands going out the door

Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes

I’m hustlin hard baby gotta get the doe

I’m hustlin’ hard bitch I gotta get the dough

On coca cola sellin’ soda, whippin’ it in the bowl

I’m flippin’, I’m flippin’, I’m flippin’, no shit like I’m on a ...

On second, I’m fizzy, I’m flippin’ that codeine

You niggas sellin’ your soul

This here shit is getting crazy, nigga will get you cold

And niggas tellin they mama, hit the valey act like hoes

I’m gone my loot with steel toed boots, so niggas can’t step my toes

I’m packin' my pistol and smokin these Swishers, I’m bout to loose control

I’m working that shoulder, I’m flippin that dough, my pockets are super swoll

Ride through the trap and I got that scrap, don’t know who’s friend or foe

These niggas blow your head off just for an ounce of blow

Since you ran up with a brick then watch this stick blow off your nose

[Hook]

200 cash that’s on the floor

I got 100 bands going out the door

Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes

I’m hustlin hard baby gotta get the doe

200 cash that’s on the floor

I got 100 bands going out the door

Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes

I’m hustlin hard baby gotta get the doe

Soon as I enter, pussy niggas exit (they gone)

Ball like the arena, go home with all that flexin

Real street niggas in your area, we going for it, we there

Effin, block carrier, we gonn bury ya

All the bitches hysterical, they know how I kick it

Say watchin ass nigga, you ain’t come to spend it

Why the fuck you here?

Broke hustlin ass nigga, lot of bands in my ear

On the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear

Born champine, gladiator, conquered all my fears

Been alive for 30 years, I been gettin money for 20 years

All with gucci he my brother from another mother

Brothers of the same struggle

Still in the trap house, with the gutter

[Hook]

200 cash that’s on the floor

I got 100 bands going out the door

Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes

I’m hustlin hard baby gotta get the doe

200 cash that’s on the floor

I got 100 bands going out the door

Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes

I’m hustlin hard baby gotta get the doe.

Thanks to gwb for correcting these lyrics

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