Gucci Mane - Dance With the Devil

| Lirik Lagu | Gucci Mane - Dance With the Devil |

***Kodak Black***
Aye, Lil Metro on that beat

***Chorus***
100 grand'll make a nigga cool, wanna dance with the devil
Get the gloves and the shovel, he's tryna dance with the devil
A ghetto superstar make a bitch want to dance with the devil
When she glance at the bezel, she wanna dance with the devil
Diamonds on a nigga neck dancing, dancing
Diamonds on my wrist and fist dancing, dancing
Diamonds on my pinky ring dancing, dancing
Big booty bitch keep dancing, dancing
Real trap niggas take chances, flirting with the devil slow dancing
Real street bitches take chances, flirting with the devil romancing
Dancing

***Verse 1***
Dancing all night 10 grand make you dance, dance
100s in my pants turn your chick to my girlfriend
Gucci in the batter's box I just walked out the bullpen
Pitching dog food, make a junkie out your husband
100 stacks'll make 'em shoot you clean in your dad hat
Catch you at the trap and shoot you clean out your hellcat
Everybody wanna be the kingpin man
The feds snatched 'em up now we ain't seen this man
2017, everybody get high
Taking street drugs like they ass can't die
And I ain't tryna preach cause I got high too
I'm an ex-drug dealer, nigga how bout you
I'm an ex-con, ex-hood, long with a dope bomb
Niggas don't make 21 where I come from (Wow)
Took a chance and fucked the hood hoe, no condom
Took a chance and put a price tag on your little one

***Chorus***
100 grand'll make a nigga cool, wanna dance with the devil
Get the gloves and the shovel, he's tryna dance with the devil
A ghetto superstar make a bitch want to dance with the devil
When she glance at the bezel, she wanna dance with the devil
Diamonds on a nigga neck dancing, dancing
Diamonds on my wrist and fist dancing, dancing
Diamonds on my pinky ring dancing, dancing
Big booty bitch keep dancing, dancing
Real trap niggas take chances, flirting with the devil slow dancing
Real street bitches take chances, flirting with the devil romancing
Dancing

***Verse 2***
Tattoos all over but she bougie
Acting stiff but her booty keep choosing
In every neighborhood there's a Gucci
The neighborhood dealer with an Uzi
Baby started off right as a good girl
Now she's tryna act hard like a hood girl
Tryna catch a nigga playing for the Falcons
But steady sucking up the nigga with the dragons
Diamonds on my neck and wrist lit, that's a combo
Yellow bitch, her dark skin friend, call it gumbo
Pull up in a lot and the car cost a condo
Leave with your chick but send her back with a grand though
Yeah, yeah, it's Gucci Mane and Metro
If Metro don't trust you I'ma foot you in your asshole
Yeah, I started from the bando
I took her to the 6 but no, that's not Toronto

***Chorus***
100 grand'll make a nigga cool, wanna dance with the devil
Get the gloves and the shovel, he's tryna dance with the devil
A ghetto superstar make a bitch want to dance with the devil
When she glance at the bezel, she wanna dance with the devil
Diamonds on a nigga neck dancing, dancing
Diamonds on my wrist and fist dancing, dancing
Diamonds on my pinky ring dancing, dancing
Big booty bitch keep dancing, dancing
Real trap niggas take chances, flirting with the devil slow dancing
Real street bitches take chances, flirting with the devil romancing
Dancing...

| Lyrics | Gucci Mane - Dance With the Devil |

Penyanyi: Gucci Mane
Lagu: Dance With the Devil
Mixtape: DropTopWop
Rilis: 2017

Gucci Mane - Finesse the Plug (Interlude)

| Lirik Lagu | Gucci Mane - Finesse the Plug Interlude |

***Gucci Mane***
Huh
Huh
It's Metro
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
I finessed
Huh, whoo
Ahh
I got extra drugs
Haha

***Gucci Mane***
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love?
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love?
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love?
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love?
I suggest that you niggas don't fuck with us
The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust
I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us
The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust
I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us
The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust
I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us
The more niggas you bring, in Glocks we trust

***Gucci Mane***
A conniver, a miser, a plug despiser
A Financial advisor, I make you wiser
I do stunts like MacGyver for my survival
If you a rival, I trick you, watch your tag and title
I'm a slimer, a grimer, a real big-timer
Tellin' lies to the judge with my hand on the Bible
I'm a shyster, I'm spiteful and I love rifles
And I love white folks, I walk on a tightrope
Trick you out your cargo, I feel like Pablo
My hood is a jungle, get burnt like charcoal
Take dope from the narcos and bring it to Flat Shoals
And we take chances, 'cause life is a gamble

***Gucci Mane***
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love?
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love?
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love?
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love?
I suggest that you niggas don't fuck with us
The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust
I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us
The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust
I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us
The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust
I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us
The more niggas you bring, in Glocks we trust

***Gucci Mane***
Gucci two pistols, get robbed at the Crystals
I'm a trickster, she love how I'm rockin' my crystals
I can never be a victim 'cause my bruh name Victor
Three brothers, no sister, we so rough with ya
Shy with ya last week, today I gots to get ya
Kick you dead in your ass, tell you "Take that with you"
It's a lowdown dirty game, no ref, no whistle
No harm, no foul, but the team just blitzed ya
Slap you clean 'cross your head, tell the docs to stitch ya
All that flexin' with that pack, boy, you gots potential
Gon bust you with the draco, now you need dentures
Shitbag no tissue, we so rough with ya

***Gucci Mane***
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love?
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love?
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love?
I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs
I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love?

***Gucci Mane***
(Where's the love, where's the love)
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

| Lyrics | Gucci Mane - Finesse the Plug Interlude |

Penyanyi: Gucci Mane
Lagu: Finesse the Plug Interlude
Mixtape: DropTopWop
Rilis: 2017

Gucci Mane - Met Gala (Feat. Offset)

| Lirik Lagu | Gucci Mane - Met Gala (Feat. Offset) |

***Offset***
Hey
Southside
Wizop
Offset
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Woo

***Offset***
Mil' in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I'll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I'm gettin' this money
I'm fuckin' these thotties, they tryna get come-ups (come-ups)
This a good week, I've been stackin' up Ms
And I'm snatchin' that Wraith in the mornin' (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin' the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin' up formal (formal)

***Offset***
Look at my boogers, they big as you (booger)
You could get shot with your nigga too (bow)
The stick make a nigga do boogaloo (brr)
Bentley Mulsanne but the seats masseuse (skrt)
I'm havin' more stripes than Adidas boost (havin' that)
Dick in her mouth like an edible (dick in that)
Nigga start shootin', you better move (brr)
I fight for my gang, I won't let 'em lose (gang)
Your bitch, she wantin' the pipe, aight
This shit all started off likes (huh)
Hopped in my DM and rode me a kite, flight (yeah)
And she on the very first flight (go)
Finesse a nigga then get his shit bike (huh)
Psych, right, nigga, goodnight (on sight)
Poppin' that shit 'cause he thinkin' he pipe, pipes
Hunnid rounds drum with the knife (brr)
Me and the Wop, Biggie and Pac (Wop)
But we so different, we keepin' the Glock (bow)
I'm on a yacht and the yacht on my watch (yacht)
Fuckin' a thot on the ocean, Dubai (thot)
I'ma play dumb but I see all the plots (plot)
She know what I'm 'bout (hey)
You hit this dope and your heart gonna stop (hey)
They callin' the cops (12)
Hop on the jet, this a 20 passenger (jet)
Offset a maniac, I'm the massacre (hey)
I take your heart out and shoot your bladder up (agh)
Get to the top and we blew the ladder up (top)
Ran up my money, I'm talkin' lateral (bag)
Got that bitch high off a Perc and Adderall (high)
Pull out the fire and you better grab it all (brrr)
Bitch, I'm Offset and I'm 'bout to set it off (hey, hey)

***Offset***
Mil' in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I'll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I'm gettin' this money
I'm fuckin' these thotties, they tryna get come-ups (come-ups)
This a good week, I've been stackin' up Ms
And I'm snatchin' that Wraith in the mornin' (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin' the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin' up formal (formal)

***Gucci Mane (Offset)***
I'm havin' this shit what you hadn't (havin' it)
Showin' respect like your daddy (respect)
Yeah, Gucci the man, cash in the caddy (guwop)
I just woke up in a palace (woo)
I did a walk through, I'm in Dallas, man (walk through)
Flew in two bitches from Cali (pew)
Big Bs on me, I'm rocking Bally (B)
They drunk and they just walkin' barely
I'm headed to Paris to pick up a bag (go, go, go)
And they treat me like one of the Jacksons
These niggas ain't trappin', ain't makin' transactions (nah)
A nigga rob you, he be practicing (bow)
Four bitches all tryna swallow this
I feel like I'm fightin' an octopus (woo)
Thought it was killers, camped out in my bushes (brr)
Then come to find out it's photographers (flash)
Feds watch me through binoculars (feds)
Mad 'cause a nigga get popular (grr)
Flex on a hoe wanna lock me up, yo (flex)
Drop Top Wop but the top is up (skrt, skrt)
Negative turn to a positive (woo, woo, woo)
I don't care for no obstacles
I could care less 'bout the bloggers, boy (no)
80K stuffed in my joggers, boy (80 boy)

***Offset***
Mil' in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I'll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I'm gettin' this money
I'm fuckin' these thotties, they tryna get come-ups (come-ups)
This a good week, I've been stackin' up Ms
And I'm snatchin' that Wraith in the mornin' (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin' the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin' up formal (formal)

| Lyrics | Gucci Mane Feat. Offset - Met Gala |

Penyanyi: Gucci Mane & Offset
Lagu: Met Gala
Mixtape: DropTopWop
Rilis: 2017

Offset - Met Gala

| Lirik Lagu | Gucci Mane - Met Gala (Feat. Offset) |

***Offset***
Hey
Southside
Wizop
Offset
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Woo

***Offset***
Mil' in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I'll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I'm gettin' this money
I'm fuckin' these thotties, they tryna get come-ups (come-ups)
This a good week, I've been stackin' up Ms
And I'm snatchin' that Wraith in the mornin' (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin' the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin' up formal (formal)

***Offset***
Look at my boogers, they big as you (booger)
You could get shot with your nigga too (bow)
The stick make a nigga do boogaloo (brr)
Bentley Mulsanne but the seats masseuse (skrt)
I'm havin' more stripes than Adidas boost (havin' that)
Dick in her mouth like an edible (dick in that)
Nigga start shootin', you better move (brr)
I fight for my gang, I won't let 'em lose (gang)
Your bitch, she wantin' the pipe, aight
This shit all started off likes (huh)
Hopped in my DM and rode me a kite, flight (yeah)
And she on the very first flight (go)
Finesse a nigga then get his shit bike (huh)
Psych, right, nigga, goodnight (on sight)
Poppin' that shit 'cause he thinkin' he pipe, pipes
Hunnid rounds drum with the knife (brr)
Me and the Wop, Biggie and Pac (Wop)
But we so different, we keepin' the Glock (bow)
I'm on a yacht and the yacht on my watch (yacht)
Fuckin' a thot on the ocean, Dubai (thot)
I'ma play dumb but I see all the plots (plot)
She know what I'm 'bout (hey)
You hit this dope and your heart gonna stop (hey)
They callin' the cops (12)
Hop on the jet, this a 20 passenger (jet)
Offset a maniac, I'm the massacre (hey)
I take your heart out and shoot your bladder up (agh)
Get to the top and we blew the ladder up (top)
Ran up my money, I'm talkin' lateral (bag)
Got that bitch high off a Perc and Adderall (high)
Pull out the fire and you better grab it all (brrr)
Bitch, I'm Offset and I'm 'bout to set it off (hey, hey)

***Offset***
Mil' in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I'll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I'm gettin' this money
I'm fuckin' these thotties, they tryna get come-ups (come-ups)
This a good week, I've been stackin' up Ms
And I'm snatchin' that Wraith in the mornin' (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin' the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin' up formal (formal)

***Gucci Mane (Offset)***
I'm havin' this shit what you hadn't (havin' it)
Showin' respect like your daddy (respect)
Yeah, Gucci the man, cash in the caddy (guwop)
I just woke up in a palace (woo)
I did a walk through, I'm in Dallas, man (walk through)
Flew in two bitches from Cali (pew)
Big Bs on me, I'm rocking Bally (B)
They drunk and they just walkin' barely
I'm headed to Paris to pick up a bag (go, go, go)
And they treat me like one of the Jacksons
These niggas ain't trappin', ain't makin' transactions (nah)
A nigga rob you, he be practicing (bow)
Four bitches all tryna swallow this
I feel like I'm fightin' an octopus (woo)
Thought it was killers, camped out in my bushes (brr)
Then come to find out it's photographers (flash)
Feds watch me through binoculars (feds)
Mad 'cause a nigga get popular (grr)
Flex on a hoe wanna lock me up, yo (flex)
Drop Top Wop but the top is up (skrt, skrt)
Negative turn to a positive (woo, woo, woo)
I don't care for no obstacles
I could care less 'bout the bloggers, boy (no)
80K stuffed in my joggers, boy (80 boy)

***Offset***
Mil' in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I'll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I'm gettin' this money
I'm fuckin' these thotties, they tryna get come-ups (come-ups)
This a good week, I've been stackin' up Ms
And I'm snatchin' that Wraith in the mornin' (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin' the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin' up formal (formal)

| Lyrics | Gucci Mane Feat. Offset - Met Gala |

Penyanyi: Gucci Mane & Offset
Lagu: Met Gala
Mixtape: DropTopWop
Rilis: 2017

Gucci Mane - Met Gala

| Lirik Lagu | Gucci Mane - Met Gala (Feat. Offset) |

***Offset***
Hey
Southside
Wizop
Offset
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Woo

***Offset***
Mil' in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I'll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I'm gettin' this money
I'm fuckin' these thotties, they tryna get come-ups (come-ups)
This a good week, I've been stackin' up Ms
And I'm snatchin' that Wraith in the mornin' (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin' the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin' up formal (formal)

***Offset***
Look at my boogers, they big as you (booger)
You could get shot with your nigga too (bow)
The stick make a nigga do boogaloo (brr)
Bentley Mulsanne but the seats masseuse (skrt)
I'm havin' more stripes than Adidas boost (havin' that)
Dick in her mouth like an edible (dick in that)
Nigga start shootin', you better move (brr)
I fight for my gang, I won't let 'em lose (gang)
Your bitch, she wantin' the pipe, aight
This shit all started off likes (huh)
Hopped in my DM and rode me a kite, flight (yeah)
And she on the very first flight (go)
Finesse a nigga then get his shit bike (huh)
Psych, right, nigga, goodnight (on sight)
Poppin' that shit 'cause he thinkin' he pipe, pipes
Hunnid rounds drum with the knife (brr)
Me and the Wop, Biggie and Pac (Wop)
But we so different, we keepin' the Glock (bow)
I'm on a yacht and the yacht on my watch (yacht)
Fuckin' a thot on the ocean, Dubai (thot)
I'ma play dumb but I see all the plots (plot)
She know what I'm 'bout (hey)
You hit this dope and your heart gonna stop (hey)
They callin' the cops (12)
Hop on the jet, this a 20 passenger (jet)
Offset a maniac, I'm the massacre (hey)
I take your heart out and shoot your bladder up (agh)
Get to the top and we blew the ladder up (top)
Ran up my money, I'm talkin' lateral (bag)
Got that bitch high off a Perc and Adderall (high)
Pull out the fire and you better grab it all (brrr)
Bitch, I'm Offset and I'm 'bout to set it off (hey, hey)

***Offset***
Mil' in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I'll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I'm gettin' this money
I'm fuckin' these thotties, they tryna get come-ups (come-ups)
This a good week, I've been stackin' up Ms
And I'm snatchin' that Wraith in the mornin' (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin' the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin' up formal (formal)

***Gucci Mane (Offset)***
I'm havin' this shit what you hadn't (havin' it)
Showin' respect like your daddy (respect)
Yeah, Gucci the man, cash in the caddy (guwop)
I just woke up in a palace (woo)
I did a walk through, I'm in Dallas, man (walk through)
Flew in two bitches from Cali (pew)
Big Bs on me, I'm rocking Bally (B)
They drunk and they just walkin' barely
I'm headed to Paris to pick up a bag (go, go, go)
And they treat me like one of the Jacksons
These niggas ain't trappin', ain't makin' transactions (nah)
A nigga rob you, he be practicing (bow)
Four bitches all tryna swallow this
I feel like I'm fightin' an octopus (woo)
Thought it was killers, camped out in my bushes (brr)
Then come to find out it's photographers (flash)
Feds watch me through binoculars (feds)
Mad 'cause a nigga get popular (grr)
Flex on a hoe wanna lock me up, yo (flex)
Drop Top Wop but the top is up (skrt, skrt)
Negative turn to a positive (woo, woo, woo)
I don't care for no obstacles
I could care less 'bout the bloggers, boy (no)
80K stuffed in my joggers, boy (80 boy)

***Offset***
Mil' in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I'll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I'm gettin' this money
I'm fuckin' these thotties, they tryna get come-ups (come-ups)
This a good week, I've been stackin' up Ms
And I'm snatchin' that Wraith in the mornin' (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin' the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin' up formal (formal)

| Lyrics | Gucci Mane Feat. Offset - Met Gala |

Penyanyi: Gucci Mane & Offset
Lagu: Met Gala
Mixtape: DropTopWop
Rilis: 2017

Gucci Mane - Helpless

| Lirik Lagu | Gucci Mane - Helpless |

***Gucci Mane***
Huh
Aye, Lil Metro on that beat
Helpless, please help me
I'm helpless
When she put that pussy on me I feel helpless
Huh, Metro, Guwop

***Gucci Mane***
The way she put that pussy on me, I feel helpless
And I want that pussy to myself, I'm selfish (true)
Say she want a nigga like me that's wealthy
Try to stay away from her but I can't help it
I'm so helpless
(Please help me, huh, somebody please help me)
I feel helpless (please help me)

***Gucci Mane***
Say she got that Sunshine pussy from Harlem Nights
Make you come home, say "I ain't comin' home for life"
You're like, "Damn, you don't care if you're wrong or right?"
Goin' hard on that Patrón, girl it's on tonight
I'm addicted, somebody please help me
Is there a pussy rehab? Please tell me
A thousand dollars, f*ck her long, she smell me
Dick harder than a rock, she felt me
I put it on her so good, she helpless
See me with her girlfriend, she jealous
I woke up with a rich bitch, we wealthy
Talkin' good cardio, we healthy
Expensive lingerie on, she sexy
She asked me when I'm comin' home, she text me
I want head in the morning, f*ck breakfast
I'm the best that ever did it, f*ck Elvis (Wop)

***Gucci Mane***
The way she put that pussy on me, I feel helpless
And I want that pussy to myself, I'm selfish (true)
Say she want a nigga like me that's wealthy
Try to stay away from her but I can't help it
I'm so helpless
(Please help me, huh, somebody please help me)
I feel helpless (please help me)

***Gucci Mane***
She got a church girl smile but a bedroom body
But this ain't no church girl, this a grown ass woman
Get to diggin' in her stomach, got her grown ass runnin'
Tell me "hurry up" 'cause her home girl comin'
Told me beat it up, I say "You ain't said nothin'"
If you ain't seen her naked, nigga, you ain't seen nothin'
Laughin' but that camel in her jeans mean muggin'
Actin' like we family, but bitch we ain't cousins
Knockin' out the stuffings man, I'm trampoline jumpin'
Tryna set this bed on fire like it's kerosene burning
Dressed up like a naughty nurse like Halloween comin'
I'm addicted like a fiend so I give her green money

***Gucci Mane***
The way she put that pussy on me, I feel helpless
And I want that pussy to myself, I'm selfish (true)
Say she want a nigga like me that's wealthy
Try to stay away from her but I can't help it
I'm so helpless
(Please help me, huh, somebody please help me)
I feel helpless (please help me)

| Lyrics | Gucci Mane - Helpless |

Penyanyi: Gucci Mane
Lagu: Helpless
Mixtape: DropTopWop
Rilis: 2017

Gucci Mane - Hurt a Nigga Feelings

| Lirik Lagu | Gucci Mane - Hurt a Nigga Feelings |

***Gucci Mane***
Ha, it's Wizop
Burr
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you

***Gucci Mane***
Re-rock a brick, put it in the press then Nick and Diddy T'd it
When I pull with them guns my nig', you know it's COD
All these diamonds drapped all over me, your bitch can't even see
These exotic fabrics make her wanna suck me up for free
Back to all these pints stuffed in my house and I don't even drink
All these anti-depressants I sell I think that I'm a shrink
Pop me one of those whatchumacalls and fucked her on the sink
Baby lickin' the back on my balls, now I can't even think
They just tryin' to keep up with the kid and ain't been out a year
Oh, you thought you was on to somethin' man you boys ain't even real
Metro why you wanna do this tape man you know that they gon' hate
Don't compare them lil' boys to me, twenty million out the gate

***Gucci Mane***
Coupe a half million, hurt a nigga feelings
Watch a quarter million, hurt a nigga feelings
House ten million, hurt a nigga feelings
I'm up thirty million, hurt a nigga feelings
Coupe a half million, hurt a nigga feelings
Watch a quarter million, hurt a nigga feelings
House ten million, hurt a nigga feelings
I'm up thirty million, hurt a nigga feelings

***Gucci Mane***
Found out my friends weren't really my friends, not there through thick and thin
Out the pen ain't been home two minutes, nI jumped down the Benz
See the world through my darkly tinted vintage Gucci lens
Me and mines were like Bonnie and Clyde and we ain't try pretend
Niggas hurt 'cause they seen that 'Vert drop top, half a M
Steppin' out like a Fiji water, sparklin' with gems
These are Gucci boots they cost two stacks man, these are not no Timbs
I'm so hood, no matter how much I'm still gon' get some rims
Baby lucky if she leave with me 'cause I don't even care
Gucc' Atlantic just mailed me 10 mills and I'm not even there
If you listenin' to just what I said you might be more aware
More concerned 'bout the cash you earn and not the clothes you wear
Wop!

***Gucci Mane***
Coupe a half million, hurt a nigga feelings
Watch a quarter million, hurt a nigga feelings
House ten million, hurt a nigga feelings
I'm up thirty million, hurt a nigga feelings
Coupe a half million, hurt a nigga feelings
Watch a quarter million, hurt a nigga feelings
House ten million, hurt a nigga feelings
I'm up thirty million, hurt a nigga feelings

***Gucci Mane***
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you

| Lyrics | Gucci Mane - Hurt a Nigga Feelings |

Penyanyi: Gucci Mane
Lagu: Hurt a Nigga Feelings
Mixtape: DropTopWop
Rilis: 2017

Gucci Mane - Tho Freestyle

| Lirik Lagu | Gucci Mane - Tho Freestyle |

***Gucci Mane***
Huh...
Metro, let's try something (tho)
It's Drop top...
It's Gucci...
Huh, yeah...
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you...
Go...

***Gucci Mane***
I'm a ex con, used to sell crack at the Texaco
Known for toting guns and it's what I'm on probation for
Had a murder charge, but they ain't found me guilty though
Keep my head on a swivel, 'cause I robbed a couple folks
And you can call me anything, but you can't call me broke, though
Was damn near 300 pounds, but I lost the weight, though
300 pounds of mid-grade, I took it 'cross the state, though
Got a bunch of tattoos, don't ask my why I got them, though
Got a lot of loved ones, but they ain't here today, though
Really miss my homeboy, he in a early grave, though
Gucci Mane a troublemaker, I'm trying to behave, though
Niggas keep on trying me, I think they feelin' brave, though
People say they cloned me because I changed my ways, though
I fly the dope in on a drone for the pesos
All about the bucks bro, but this ain't Tampa Bay, though
I'm a livin' legend, I do magic with the draco
In the Peach State, but I'm sellin' Cali grapes, though
And Arizona mid-grade, I swear my life is great, bro
Gucci Mane and Metro, exclusive Jordan retro
I was sellin' half a O trappin' at the Zesto

***Gucci Mane***
Aye wassup bruh, ride with me somewhere (Yo)
(?) (Huh?)
Yeah, I told the nigga "Meet me at the Zesto" (Dope)
He want a half of one (Go)

***Gucci Mane***
Gucci super cutthroat, but I was born broke though
Didn't have a pot to piss, so I wanted to throw it out, so
Niggas talk sideways, I hit him in his mouth though
Who you think you talking to? I had to stomp your mouth, bro
Baby got a pretty face but I just want the mouth though
You ain't come to suck me up, then what you in the house for?
Brand new Air Max and they ain't even out though
Drippin' sauce excessively and it ain't even called for
If the jewelry ain't blindin' me, then what it even about for?
Niggas want to sign to me, but I can't even vouch for
Back to back with Ralo, and we ain't even deep though
How yo clique compare to mines and y'all ain't even street though?

***Gucci Mane***
New tape alert...
New watch alert...
New whip alert...
Brr, brr...
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you...
It's Wizop, drop top.

| Lyrics | Gucci Mane - Tho Freestyle |

Penyanyi: Gucci Mane
Lagu: Tho Freestyle
Mixtape: DropTopWop
Rilis: 2017

Gucci Mane - Tone it Down (Feat. Chris Brown)

| Lirik Lagu | Gucci Mane - Tone it Down (Feat. Chris Brown) |

***Gucci Mane***
Huh, It's Gucci
Drop Top (right now) Wizop
Huh, Wop (Hitmaka!)
Go!

***Chris Brown***
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

***Chris Brown & Gucci Mane***
Tone that shit down, ooh
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down (huh, hol' up, it's Gucci)
Tell me who can ball like this

***Gucci Mane***
Huh, pull up, froze up with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don't care who show up
Watch lookin' like a glow up, when I throw up
East side Bouldercrest Road where I growed up
Hold up, lil' homie, tone it down
‘Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin' so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders in my Rollie
Look like Fred Flintstone when he pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? I’m a loner
Damn near had the temper tantrum
'Cause he got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don’t wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin’ on a corner (it's Gucci!)

***Chris Brown***
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

***Chris Brown & Gucci Mane***
Tone that shit down, ooh
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down
Tell me who can ball like this (ha, go!)

***Gucci Mane***
Gucci Mane and CB, jewelry lookin' 3D
Tryna be like me ain’t easy (wow)
Niggas hate me, women wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces (yah)
In that great thing
2018 Rolls Royce truck, no reason (huh)
Water on my time piece wetter than a Fiji
Parked in front of the St. Regis (burr)
Artists wanna meet me
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons (ooh)
Diamonds dancing just like Breezy (Breezy)
Take it easy Breezy, go easy (ha)
Big stones in all my pieces (ha)
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechie (Meechie)
Jewelry so cold, I’m sneezin’ (achoo)
Pull up South Beach, no ceiling

***Chris Brown***
Tone that shit down, ooh
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down
Tell me who can ball like this

***Chris Brown***
Yeah, four, four tippin’, I be on a hunnid spokes
Fire weed, hit it have a nigga seeing ghosts
Tell me what it do 'cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin’ shots, won’t have a hangover

***Chris Brown***
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

***Chris Brown***
Tone that shit down, ooh
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down
Tell me who can ball like this

***Chris Brown***
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down
Tell me who can ball like this

| Lyrics | Gucci Mane Feat. Chris Brown - Tone it Down |

Penyanyi: Gucci Mane & Chris Brown
Lagu: Tone it Down
Album: Mr. Davis
Rilis: 2017

Gucci Mane - Tone it Down

| Lirik Lagu | Gucci Mane - Tone it Down (Feat. Chris Brown) |

***Gucci Mane***
Huh, It's Gucci
Drop Top (right now) Wizop
Huh, Wop (Hitmaka!)
Go!

***Chris Brown***
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

***Chris Brown & Gucci Mane***
Tone that shit down, ooh
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down (huh, hol' up, it's Gucci)
Tell me who can ball like this

***Gucci Mane***
Huh, pull up, froze up with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don't care who show up
Watch lookin' like a glow up, when I throw up
East side Bouldercrest Road where I growed up
Hold up, lil' homie, tone it down
‘Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin' so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders in my Rollie
Look like Fred Flintstone when he pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? I’m a loner
Damn near had the temper tantrum
'Cause he got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don’t wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin’ on a corner (it's Gucci!)

***Chris Brown***
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

***Chris Brown & Gucci Mane***
Tone that shit down, ooh
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down
Tell me who can ball like this (ha, go!)

***Gucci Mane***
Gucci Mane and CB, jewelry lookin' 3D
Tryna be like me ain’t easy (wow)
Niggas hate me, women wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces (yah)
In that great thing
2018 Rolls Royce truck, no reason (huh)
Water on my time piece wetter than a Fiji
Parked in front of the St. Regis (burr)
Artists wanna meet me
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons (ooh)
Diamonds dancing just like Breezy (Breezy)
Take it easy Breezy, go easy (ha)
Big stones in all my pieces (ha)
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechie (Meechie)
Jewelry so cold, I’m sneezin’ (achoo)
Pull up South Beach, no ceiling

***Chris Brown***
Tone that shit down, ooh
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down
Tell me who can ball like this

***Chris Brown***
Yeah, four, four tippin’, I be on a hunnid spokes
Fire weed, hit it have a nigga seeing ghosts
Tell me what it do 'cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin’ shots, won’t have a hangover

***Chris Brown***
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

***Chris Brown***
Tone that shit down, ooh
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down
Tell me who can ball like this

***Chris Brown***
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down
Tell me who can ball like this

| Lyrics | Gucci Mane Feat. Chris Brown - Tone it Down |

Penyanyi: Gucci Mane & Chris Brown
Lagu: Tone it Down
Album: Mr. Davis
Rilis: 2017

Chris Brown - Tone it Down

| Lirik Lagu | Gucci Mane - Tone it Down (Feat. Chris Brown) |

***Gucci Mane***
Huh, It's Gucci
Drop Top (right now) Wizop
Huh, Wop (Hitmaka!)
Go!

***Chris Brown***
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

***Chris Brown & Gucci Mane***
Tone that shit down, ooh
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down (huh, hol' up, it's Gucci)
Tell me who can ball like this

***Gucci Mane***
Huh, pull up, froze up with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don't care who show up
Watch lookin' like a glow up, when I throw up
East side Bouldercrest Road where I growed up
Hold up, lil' homie, tone it down
‘Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin' so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders in my Rollie
Look like Fred Flintstone when he pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? I’m a loner
Damn near had the temper tantrum
'Cause he got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don’t wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin’ on a corner (it's Gucci!)

***Chris Brown***
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

***Chris Brown & Gucci Mane***
Tone that shit down, ooh
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down
Tell me who can ball like this (ha, go!)

***Gucci Mane***
Gucci Mane and CB, jewelry lookin' 3D
Tryna be like me ain’t easy (wow)
Niggas hate me, women wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces (yah)
In that great thing
2018 Rolls Royce truck, no reason (huh)
Water on my time piece wetter than a Fiji
Parked in front of the St. Regis (burr)
Artists wanna meet me
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons (ooh)
Diamonds dancing just like Breezy (Breezy)
Take it easy Breezy, go easy (ha)
Big stones in all my pieces (ha)
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechie (Meechie)
Jewelry so cold, I’m sneezin’ (achoo)
Pull up South Beach, no ceiling

***Chris Brown***
Tone that shit down, ooh
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down
Tell me who can ball like this

***Chris Brown***
Yeah, four, four tippin’, I be on a hunnid spokes
Fire weed, hit it have a nigga seeing ghosts
Tell me what it do 'cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin’ shots, won’t have a hangover

***Chris Brown***
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

***Chris Brown***
Tone that shit down, ooh
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down
Tell me who can ball like this

***Chris Brown***
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down
Tell me who can ball like this

| Lyrics | Gucci Mane Feat. Chris Brown - Tone it Down |

Penyanyi: Gucci Mane & Chris Brown
Lagu: Tone it Down
Album: Mr. Davis
Rilis: 2017

Gucci Mane - I Get the Bag (Feat. Migos)

| Lirik Lagu | Gucci Mane - I Get the Bag (Feat. Migos) |

***Gucci Mane, Quavo, & Future***
Southside
Hah, it's Gucci
It's Drop Top (skrrt)
Wizop, hoo (skrrt)
If Young Metro don't trust you (skrrt, yuh)
I'm gon' shoot you (go, ayy)

***Quavo***
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash)
And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)
Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)
And she gon' fuck up a bag (yeah)
Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah)
Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)
Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)
But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)
Be real with me (keep it 100, whoa)
Just be real with me (ayy)
Eat it up like it's a feast (whoa, eat it up)
They say the dope on fleek (yep)

***Takeoff***
Percocet pill on me (Percocet)
Ice on my neck, baby, chill with me (ice)
Them niggas that flex in the back don't say nothin'
Them niggas will kill for me
Back ends I count 'em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe)
Bitch, I'm a dog, eat my treat (hrr)
Hop out the frog and leap (leap)
I put them bricks in the fender
My bitch, she walk around like she Kris Jenner (Kris Jenner)
I used to break and then enter
Then Takeoff running like the game of temple (whew)
It's simple, I play with the mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama)
Canada, 'cause I'm a money symbol
Walkin' with the racks, I'm lookin' crippled (money)
Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her)
A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel)
Not from L.A. but I clip her (brr)
Double my cup, pour a triple (Actavis)
Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my...)
I'm not your average or typical (I'm not your...)
Look at my wrist, and it's critical (look at the...)
Hold it up, droppin' the temperature (droppin' the...)
I get that bag on the regular (bag)
I got a bag on my cellular (brr)
Backin' up, baggin' up vegetables (bag)
Baggin' up cookies, it's medical (cookies)
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera (white)
Cocaine and lean, it's federal (white)
I take off, landin' on Nebula
As of now 20 M's on my schedule (Takeoff)

***Quavo & Gucci Mane***
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash)
And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)
Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)
And she gon' fuck up a bag (yeah)
Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah)
Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)
Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)
But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)
Be real with me (keep it 100, whoa)
Just be real with me (it's Gucci, ayy)
Eat it up like it's a feast (hah, whoa, eat it up)
They say the dope on fleek (yep)

***Gucci Mane & Quavo***
I know that you niggas gettin' sick of me (eww-ah)
These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece (umm)
I don't even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and I ride the beat (*whirr*)
I won't even come out the house for free
I pay a nigga to drive for me (huh?)
JAY-Z couldn't even co-sign for me
I do what I want, 'cause I'm signed to me (damn)
I get the, I get the, I get the bag
They get the bag, had to cut it in half (Wop)
Stop the comparin', y'all makin' me laugh
Need the rehab, I'm addicted to cash (Gucci)
Convertible Wop, convertible top
My dope got a vertical, look at it hop
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and it jump out the pot (pot)
Came out of jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy, baby, middle of summer, I'm freezin', baby (burr)
Don't leave me, baby
Just drop to your knees and please me, baby (don't...)
I'm fascinated, two bitches so fine that I masturbated (hah)
Congratulations, she brain me so good that I graduated (wow)
They had to hate it
I don't fuck with them niggas, they plastic, baby (heh)
I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters, baby
It's tragic, baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic, baby (hah)
I'm savage, baby
I'm killin' these niggas, closed casket, baby (ayy, Wop)

***Quavo***
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash)
And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)
Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)
And she gon' fuck up a bag (yeah)
Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah)
Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)
Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)
But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)
Be real with me (keep it 100, whoa)
Just be real with me (ayy)
Eat it up like it's a feast (whoa, eat it up)
They say the dope on fleek (yep)

| Lyrics | Gucci Mane Feat. Migos - I Get the Bag |

Penyanyi: Gucci Mane & Migos
Lagu: I Get the Bag
Album: Mr. Davis
Rilis: 2017