Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane - Head Shots Feat. Rick Ross lyrics

rate me

I got a live …set, and I ain’t even grinding

I gave the bitch 500 fuck it, I ain’t even credit

And I don’t get older, walking Gucci louie loafers

I still learned the first day, that I ain’t have a certain smoke

Sand to the beach, I ball toes to the sofa

I gave your girlfriend and autograph, Gucci mane pose

It ain’t no motherfucking sleeping in, yeah I got shooters

On the plug, to the plug, on my god damn booties

You ain’t no motherfucking gangsta, you’s a goddamn hoop

And you came in my way, cause your home girl choose

On my birthday Gucci want a brand new uzzi

On my worse day I’m worth 10 mills of juice

[Hook]

Killers waiting in the bush just to tie your ass up

Gave my young nigga a double told him fire ass up

Still I get where you go, somebody try your ass up

I got real money nigga, I can buy my own looks

Head shots, head shots, all my young niggas aiming head shots

Head shots, head shots, put the tub on your head, head shots

Head shots

Your son call you a dead beat, step on my feet nigga, you dead meat

I’m grinding up this round beef, I think they just wanna surround me

Selfmade with a brick too, nigga shoes dirty, but the stick new

In the 12th grade with a thick crew, now well paid I could flip you

Holding on to my dick, Michael Corleone bitch

Head shot like freido, fuck nigga no flitch

The empire back, empire back, I got some red bottoms … and my bridges keep bouncing back

[Hook]

Killers waiting in the bush just to tie your ass up

Gave my young nigga a double told him fire ass up

Still I get where you go, somebody try your ass up

I got real money nigga, I can buy my own looks

Head shots, head shots, all my young niggas aiming head shots

Head shots, head shots, put the tub on your head, head shots

Head shots

…I killed them a show last weekend

But how am I to blame if they were all with the beef

When they first start shooting man we were just leaving

Try brick squad and we won’t let you get out that easy

Gucci Mane the ceo I feel like easy

The rob game love me but the dough game need me

Baby say she never seen a nigga so freezy

These bbs dollars make me feel like…

I had a pistol in the club the first day I met weezy

Ar in the carb the first day I met jesus

When I first started dissing nigga here to just teasing

With a 20 on my hip it was just me and mac breezy

[Hook]

Killers waiting in the bush just to tie your ass up

Gave my young nigga a double told him fire ass up

Still I get where you go, somebody try your ass up

I got real money nigga, I can buy my own looks

Head shots, head shots, all my young niggas aiming head shots

Head shots, head shots, put the tub on your head, head shots

Head shots

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