Gmad$ - Suburban Gucci Mane

I’m suburban Gucci mane
In Ohio where I’m stayin
In the wealthy neighborhoods
I’m sellin green I’m sellin caine
That’s the name of the game
Bitch I put it on the gang
Bitch I’ll put it on these white kids screamin Sosa like bang bang
Trappin out the suburbs
Imma hot boy call it summer
Run a bag then run another
Runnin from the 12 an only way I’m caught if they put a hot boy under
striking like I’m lightning
shootin like the thunder
Back when harden was the 6 man
Brothers with the sticks man
Brothers from another but you know we is the sick fam
I ain’t need no fuckin virus fuckin up my flips man
Fuck another bitch than put her on some tricks fam
Flipping the riddles on instrumentals
Stuck in the middle got older an little
Pullin my strings like playin a fiddle
Squad rep gold call em George kittle
Flipping the rifles like we got rivals
Idols they hate me I preach like a bible
Tell em by by then send em off sliding
Stand by my side I know they be riding
Still Gucci mane still Gucci style
Ice on the main and plain for the side hoe
Plain on Patek cuz the Rollie big diamonds
Whatever I wear just know it be shining
Fuck you mean
Suburban boy up in this bitch
Shining all the time
I’m suburban Gucci mane
In Ohio where I’m stayin
In the wealthy neighborhoods
I’m sellin green I’m sellin caine
That’s the name of the game
Bitch I put it on the gang
Bitch I’ll put it on these white kids screamin Sosa like bang bang
Aye I say
Big racks all day
I’m paid
Pull up wit the mitt
I play
I catch the money
Throw it back
Then watch it double up like that
Big bag
It’s that lv Chanel for the shawty
Big stack
Big stash in the trunk don’t ask about that
We smoke gas puff puff pass
In the back they choking
You stepping I’m smokin
I’m flexin I’m floating
Still Stoner still rollin
We goin for global
Goin for buckets
Get money say fuck it
Aye what
If the hoe slutty might let her suck me
Not throwin no money
Naw damn
Four bags four pockets full
Go dummI
Try run up on me an I’m gunnin
Been wit the realest we keep it a hunnit
We keep it a stack still not goin back
Still chasing the racks
Still chasing the money still chasing the grand
Still the same plan
still the same man
I’m suburban Gucci mane
In Ohio where I’m stayin
In the wealthy neighborhoods
I’m sellin green I’m sellin caine
That’s the name of the game
Bitch I put it on the gang
Bitch I’ll put it on these white kids screaming Sosa like bang bang
Screaming Sosa like bang bang
Im suburban Gucci mane
Selling green Im selling caine
Y’all be stuck in all y’all cities
I’m just stopping there for tours
Bitches showin titties and they pullin on my drawers
Lyrics speakin ignorance I’m not no dummi boy
Fuck about a teacher I write verses in my notes
I got verses in the blogs
I got bankroll in the stores
I got meanin behind music
What it mean when I’m on yours
It mean I’m lookin back at all the blocks I stepped up on the coast
Dubs up on the board
I got points check the score
I’m suburban Gucci mane
In Ohio where I’m stayin
In the wealthy neighborhoods
I’m sellin green I’m sellin caine
That’s the name of the game
Bitch I put it on the gang
Bitch I’ll put it on these white kids screaming Sosa like bang bang
I’m suburban boy whatchu know about it
Hit the hood now I’m lil urban boy pack I reroute it
Deposit a million dollars somethin momma be proud of
I’m just tryna make it there but these people keep on doubtin
It go down here
How I make my way around here
Smokin blunts while rollin
And there ain’t no way around it
You a hoe my crew jump you
What the fuck you gon do
Nothin cuz we ruthless
Nd the coroner'll love you
On the corner n they love it
Drop the top when it be sunny
Dint hit my line for nothin
If it ain’t about the money
Or it borin imma buss it
I ain’t got time to discuss it
All these bitches be disgusting
Disguises while I’m fuckin

Written by:
Grant Madigan

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