Gucci Mane

[Intro]
Huh (Walk Down)
Still on my trap shit just like Gucci (Walk, walk)
Walk out the back, slide with the MAC, play with the fire
(We love you, Perc) (Walk down)
They like pardon me, got bars of weed
Trappin', servin', woah, ay (Walk 'em down)
Trappin', keep the metal (Walk Down)
That nigga a singer, he ain't no Double (Let's go)

[Chorus]
Got the trap back jumpin' like Gucci in 2006
Fuck it, we tryna get rich
Break down a bustdown wrist
My Rollie don’t tock and my AP don’t tick
SRT, pull up, gold Charger, hop out dodgin' on 'em bitches
Double 0 too smarter like Cole Carter, go retarded just shooting these switches
I admit it, in love with the drank
He a quittеr, he love if he can't
I'm rocking Chromе Heart, [?] did the paint
I can't fuck her alone, tell the ho bring the gang
Young nigga got ice like the ice cream man
Trap still jump and the phone still ring
Glock still bust, hit the switch with the bullet
Lil bro about cuttin' and takin' niggas brains
Slatt, uh

[Verse]
Switch on the back of this Glock, uh (Switch)
Switch on the back of this chop, uh
Fuck with them niggas, get shot, uh
Fuck with them niggas, we spin they block (Uh)
Pockets on swole like Bruce Lee now
Turn a half to a whole (Uh, uh), made a little a lot
Been there and did it, finessin' the city
We beat the block down, you be bitches
No bap
Turn a half to a whole, I could flip it
If you say you get money, then spend it
All my life been livin' in traps
Great-gram started trappin' 'bout time she was fifty, nigga (Ayy)
If I said it, I seen it, I done it, I rid it out
New tint so fast 'cause that shit ain't money (Ayy)
Camo Scat, pull up on 'em
How you havin' some motion, lil' bro? You ain't never seen a hundred pack (Walk Down Gang)
Hmm, hmm, niggas ain't seen a whole hundred, uh
Trap all night be thumpin'
Run this shit up, go get some money
Walk around with the fire, I dare you to touch me
A nigga gon' die, that's the end of discussion
Uh, Rock Chrome Heart, my heart ain't nothin'
Only got two jobs, get money and thuggin'
Oh, my trap, young Double Gucci
We got Hi, whole things of juices
I gave a lil' Glock to my ho, told her use it
When you see a opp, go score, go use it
You act dumb just like you clueless
I shoot guns and make a movie (Ayy)
For the opps went blue tip, green tip bullets
Make that chopper delete 'em and eat 'em, good riddance, uh

[Chorus]
Got the trap back jumpin' like Gucci in 2006
Fuck it, we tryna get rich
Break down a bustdown wrist
My Rollie don’t tock and my AP don’t tick
SRT, pull up, gold Charger, hop out dodgin' on 'em bitches
Double 0 too smarter like Cole Carter, go retarded just shooting these switches
I admit it, in love with the drank
He a quitter, he love if he can't
I'm rocking Chrome Heart, [?] did the paint
I can't fuck her alone, tell the ho bring the gang
Young nigga got ice like the ice cream man
Trap still jump and the phone still ring
Glock still bust, hit the switch with the bullet
Lil bro about cuttin' and takin' niggas brains
Slatt, uh