Gucci Mane - It's Alive lyrics

rate me

Intro:

1-2, 1-2, 1-2, burrr burrr

This is special, GUCCCI

Its Gucci, that’s what you mean huh..righht? right..

Ladies and gentleman, showtime

Chorus:

My pocket on swole, my rims on chrome

When I hit the club, everything goes

Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air

But when im in here, I don’t really care

Cuz I ride on em, I style on em,

I lean on em, yes, I flash on em

Yeh I know, that’s the way you like it, huh, yeh

That’s the way you love me, huh? It’s alive..it’s alive

Gucci Hook 1:

It's alive, it's alive

Rims cut the eyes

I had to bring the bitch back like Frankenstein

I push weight, but Gucci don't exercise

I get extra from whippin up extra pies

I’m in the hood like the mayor round election time

It's a suggestion, don't park your car next to mine

I’ma start when the light hit, I’m 'posed to shine

Your flow is garbage, they let me out just in time

They got a section, but none of the hoes are fine

They need to exit, don't let the grind pass you by

I run laps around lames with my shoes untied

I jump the line, walk in, and watch the crowd divide

Still stuck outside, that's the ugly side

Looked medusa in the eye and medusa died

This is top secret shit, classified

Don't blame me, Swizz was the mastermind

Can't breathe, can't breathe, Toni Braxton time

I got my chain moonwalkin, Michael Jackson time

I keep on buying ice like I lost my mind

This bloodline of mine is supposed to shine

Chorus:

Cuz my pocket on swole, my rims on chrome

When I hit the club, everything goes

Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air

But when im in here, I don’t really care

Cuz I ride on em, I style on em,

I lean on em, yes, I flash on em

Yeh I know, that’s the way you like it, huh, yeh

That’s the way you love me, huh?

Gucci Hook 2:

Hurry up, hurry up Gucci on the news, they say he walked out the jail rockin stupid jewels

They try and find out what it do, made that Jew confused

Too much cash on me, hundreds fallin out me, true

Big yellow wrists, Rolls Royce, bitch I’m the shit

Big Gucci called swizz, let’s make a hit

2 things in this world I aint ever seen

Are you a porno nigga?? I need to help me get me me

Well if your stomach cannot tote it baby, let me breathe

Cuz I don’t check if no babe or bitch chasin me

Excuse my French, bitch I’m so Gucci, I so fuckin gutter

It don’t make no sense to switch for none these mother fuckas

Thanks to Chauncey Mann (803) for correcting these lyrics