Gucci Mane - Dboy Style

Sizzle, roll one real fat
(It's Gucci)
What? (Haha)
Southside on the track, yeah
808, 1-0-1-7, huh? (Brr)

I'm a trapper, I am not a rapper (no)
I mount the Dawn up, it's lookin' like a Raptor (damn)
You a hater, you are not a factor (you)
Big diamond choker on my neck, I got asthma (ooh)
Heavy watch on my wrist, it cost a meal ticket (it's heavy)
Just stack your money up, get rich enough, then we'll kick it
It's 'bout survival, I'm bustin' at my rivals (baow, baow)
I put a glacier on her hand, it went viral (brr)
Egyptian fabric on my skin, it came from Cairo
Say ain't no cap in your rap, but you a gyro
They kicked me out of college, I wasn't embarrassed (no)
I graduated from pointers, moved on to carats (damn)
I promoted myself, gave me a salary (me)
It's still hard to believe I'm a celebrity
Dark shades, I still see all the jealousy
I'm in a Pegasus, I'm racin' for my legacy (yoom)

I'ma rock my jewelry, D-Boy style (brr)
Bust down my watch, bust down my smile
These fuck niggas tried to steal my style (steal my style)
But cookin' up grams can't go out of style (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
They said, "Gucci went broke," I said, "Hush your mouth"
I'm off paper, got paper, they done fucked up now (fucked up now)
Kick back on the couch in this big ass house (yeah)
With this Olympic-size pool, I went the He-Man route (Wop)

Diamonds so cold, it's like the heat ran out (huh)
I need a Wonder Woman spouse and a He-Man house
I dropped the top in the 'V, then the freak came out (Freak)
Then when she suckin' on the dick, I thought her teeth came out
Nigga, I ain't go to practice, nigga, I'on wanna scrimmage (nah)
Twenty-two bricks, runnin' with 'em like Emmet (all)
Mama couldn't talk to me, I ain't wanna listen (nah)
Teacher couldn't teach me, 'cause I ain't pay attention (fuck it)
Mr. Drippy Drippy, have you swimmin' with the fishes
They want the old Gucci Mane that do a verse for a chicken
Old Gucci Mane, sellin' chicken for a livin' (Wop)
Water whippin' in the kitchen, even then, I had the vision (it's Gucci)

I'ma rock my jewelry, D-Boy style (brr)
Bust down my watch, bust down my smile
These fuck niggas tried to steal my style (steal my style)
But cookin' up grams can't go out of style (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
They said, "Gucci went broke," I said, "Hush your mouth"
I'm off paper, got paper, they done fucked up now (fucked up now)
Kick back on the couch in this big ass house (yeah)
With this Olympic-size pool, I went the He-Man route (Wop)

Huh?
Yeah

Written by:
Radric Davis

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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