Nobody Songtext
von Gucci Mane
Nobody Songtext
There′s a trap in every hood and all the J's want that good dope
Gucci got that clean ′cause all the snorters want that real coke
Multimillionaire the real La Flare but I feel broke
10 Million dollar mane but I can't hang with these rich folks
My little boy was only two he asked me, "papa, what a roo-poo?"
Five years old closet full of J's; fruit loops
They say Gucci Mane the god of making music people trap to
Drumma Boy the god of making music Gucci snap to
Section 8 apartment and them babies need some fruit loops
Pampers and a bath cause they mamma smoking crack too
How you gone critique me, you industry
I′m in the streets, you out the streets
I murk the streets and murk the beat
I′m Hercules, no murkin' me
Gucci back home making music niggas clap to
He don′t never come to the hood unless he have to
Rappin' ass niggas Imma make my niggas rap you
It′s big Gucci, not Bobby V, so ain't no way you jackin′ me
I ain't really scared of nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
I ain't backin′ down for nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
You got teardrops on your face with no bodies
Red cars with tint on them so niggas looking but can′t see
Paved the way for making trap music so street niggas should thank me
Ain't no way you′ll out think me
Ain't no way that you could jank me
And all I′m sending is head shots cause I don't shoot at niggas feet
Niggas better retreat when they see me
On G.P. shoot up the BP
Nigga died with his gun, couldn′a been me
One deep on the street with a street sweep?
Gucci Man, Imma shoot you in your pee pee
Get you fucked in jail like a fefe
Niggas know about Flocka & Gucci
Nah we ain't beef he sissy
I'm the type to shoot out Peachtree
You the type that wanna be me
Bullets just fly right by me
These fuck niggas tried to hit me
You scouts don′t get no brownies
One shot just hit my Bentley
Another hit my Charger, but it didn′t hurt my Hemi
Ain't scared of nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
I ain′t backin' down for nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
You got teardrops on your face with no bodies, no bodies
Gucci got that clean ′cause all the snorters want that real coke
Multimillionaire the real La Flare but I feel broke
10 Million dollar mane but I can't hang with these rich folks
My little boy was only two he asked me, "papa, what a roo-poo?"
Five years old closet full of J's; fruit loops
They say Gucci Mane the god of making music people trap to
Drumma Boy the god of making music Gucci snap to
Section 8 apartment and them babies need some fruit loops
Pampers and a bath cause they mamma smoking crack too
How you gone critique me, you industry
I′m in the streets, you out the streets
I murk the streets and murk the beat
I′m Hercules, no murkin' me
Gucci back home making music niggas clap to
He don′t never come to the hood unless he have to
Rappin' ass niggas Imma make my niggas rap you
It′s big Gucci, not Bobby V, so ain't no way you jackin′ me
I ain't really scared of nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
I ain't backin′ down for nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
You got teardrops on your face with no bodies
Red cars with tint on them so niggas looking but can′t see
Paved the way for making trap music so street niggas should thank me
Ain't no way you′ll out think me
Ain't no way that you could jank me
And all I′m sending is head shots cause I don't shoot at niggas feet
Niggas better retreat when they see me
On G.P. shoot up the BP
Nigga died with his gun, couldn′a been me
One deep on the street with a street sweep?
Gucci Man, Imma shoot you in your pee pee
Get you fucked in jail like a fefe
Niggas know about Flocka & Gucci
Nah we ain't beef he sissy
I'm the type to shoot out Peachtree
You the type that wanna be me
Bullets just fly right by me
These fuck niggas tried to hit me
You scouts don′t get no brownies
One shot just hit my Bentley
Another hit my Charger, but it didn′t hurt my Hemi
Ain't scared of nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
I ain′t backin' down for nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
You got teardrops on your face with no bodies, no bodies
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Xabian Woods, Ricky Hampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com