Stupid Wild - Intellectual

[Intro: Gucci Mane]

Oh!

Gucci

Bangladesh!

Gucci

Brr, brr, brr (Gucci)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I'm the fire, you say you more fire then nigga, you a liar (What)

Homie you and I, know the truth but that's 'tween you and I

Stupid jewelry on me then, stupid jewelry on me now (Brr)

If you think you finna shit on Gucci then just show me how (Brr)

Someone dissed me yesterday, what I'm 'posed to do, go cry?

Put my money chasin' million dollar mission on the side?

Church's chicken in my Lambo, bought two drumsticks and a thigh (Nyooom)

I'm so hood right now they question whats gettin' Gucci high

Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style

Girls fightin', hoes fistfight just to touch my tie

Being smart smart, I ain't been this hard in a while

Blow cha-cha, I ain't been this hard in a while

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style

Every single night I'm ballin'

Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin'

Mostly every night I'm count, count

Niggas wanna fight but I'm shooting, shooting

Niggas wanna fight but I'm shooting, shooting (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]

Wilder than a jaguar, wildin' in a Jaguar

Pl-Please don't play with me, I'll put that pistol on your grandpa

I swear I'm so wild I think I just may need a xan bar

And if she on my team I bet that bitch know who she playin' for

Mr. Coach Carter or Mr. Go-Harder

And I like my kush dry like a fish with no water

Swagger stupid perfect, I might as well surf it

And if she ain't fuckin' she get the voicemail service

Tell it like it be, bitch I do it for the bloods

And every fuckin' time I say soo woo it's for the Bloods

What you dislike I love, man I do just like I does

And if you wanna fight then come on you can fight my guns

Weezy man, Young Money

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style

Every single night I'm ballin'

Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin'

Mostly every night I'm count, count

Niggas wanna fight but I'm shooting, shooting

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]

Let's do the furs, his and hers

Started gettin' on my nerves so I hit her with a "BURR!"

Hustlers love me, all the haters hate me

They brothers wanna fight me, they sisters wanna date me

I tell her bust it baby, you could be my bust it baby

But stay in your place, I need my space: don't suffocate me (please)

Back back, don't approach us; clack clack take gats out the holsters

Cops in black the patrol us, treat us like rats and roaches

But the blue Benz, Got the blue lamps

And your wifey, well we use her for her food stamps

Ain't no big deal, but she keep the fridge filled

Eggs scrambled, cheese grilled, cold juice the grits kill!

Don't forget veal, Italiano, Gallardo

Yea the big wheels, like milk your wig spilled

We'll rush in ya spot, knock knock, snub of the Glock

It's Gucci turn, Huh?, You gon' suck it or not

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style

Every single night I'm ballin'

Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin'

Mostly every night I'm count, count

Niggas wanna fight but I'm shooting, shooting

[Outro: Gucci Mane]

Bitches wanna fuck me mainly

Cause I got the kitchen all famous

I'm tryna hold my head above water

Stack a billion cash I just oughta

My shades cost that cause I'm Gucci

My warddrobe Gucci'd out like I'm boostin'

I shine just all the time your homie shine

Wanna hate me get a ticket and join the line, fine

It's Gucci!