Pour Some More Songtext
von Gucci Mane

The bitches on the stage Imma keep tipping
The pints on deck Imma keep sipping!
Roll up, roll up, hold up, hold up
Im so froze up, I might throw up
Crack a seat and pull forward,
Kill that crack and pour some more, pour some more.
Im walking retros with the cargos
I sip so many drinks, I need a bar code
All the vatos in the hood they call me Pablo
Cause I can cook a half a kilo with my eyes closed.
Im in my Lambo Murcielago
But whats ironic to me is the fact I drive slow.
I try to put my dick so deep and touch your torsos,
Im just an OG in the hood just like your uncle.
And I shit on these niggas like a portable party
And a brand new Bugatti makes us ride in narcotics.
Young nigga super cocky and my verse is ...
Crazy paint on the... that look like henna hypnotic.
The bitches on the stage Imma keep tipping
The pints on deck Imma keep sipping!


Roll up, roll up, hold up, hold up
Im so froze up, I might throw up
Crack a seat and pull forward,
Kill that crack and pour some more, pour some more.
Cooking dope and trust a tree, here I got the receipt
Youre still on niggas, so I never let you handle me.
Hotter than a candle... Cherokee
My new girlfriend is blackanese, and I run with a bunch of thieves.
Your baby momma send me in Lenox and tried to tackle me
I didnt got so famous, I cant even eat that Applebees
I dont give a damn about no nigga say he outrapping
... drink in the truck, I want a stack a piece
Three nigga hoes in the room, they wanna stack a piece
Its one hundred thousand just on my goons, come sip some ice with me
Two Ferraries parked on my house, who wanna race with me?
Pick the ticket, lets see who wins to have a day with me?
(Its Gucci!)
The bitches on the stage Imma keep tipping
The pints on deck Imma keep sipping!
Roll up, roll up, hold up, hold up
Im so froze up, I might throw up
Crack a seat and pull forward,
Kill that crack and pour some more, pour some more.