[Intro]

Haha, it's Gucci

Suckers keep on downin' me

They know they should be crownin' me

Hahaha, go

It's Guwop

Just countin' paper (Just countin' paper, ha)

I was just countin' them days (Ha)

Huh

[Verse 1]

Eighty chains goin' and they ain't took one yet (Burr)

Ain't nothin' retarded 'bout Gucci but this gold Rolex (Huh)

A ten thousand dollar bounty put on my neck (Burr)

I hope you didn't pay them 'cause they didn't have no success (Nope)

You seen my interview, nigga, and you got upset (R.I.P.)

I seen your interview, too, you looked oh-so-stressed

I think the nigga just mad 'cause I fucked his ex (Mwah)

And I'm a big dog, he got the lil' boy complex

Go dig your partner up, nigga, bet he can't say shit

And if you lookin' for the kid, I'll be in Zone 6 (Gucci)

I hit a birthday party fresh, you and your homeboy, Tip

I know y'all seen me over there with that black four-fif'

I bought a Bentley Mulsanne, it look just like Tip's

But I never went platinum, do you catch my drift? (Skrrt)

I never let a nigga do me like Tip did Flip (It's Gucci)

This the same shit that got Big and 2Pac killed, it's Gucci (It's Gucci)

[Interlude]

Haha, okay

For the record, this is not a diss record

Just the truth

It's Gucci, the livin' legend, oh, yeah

I'm a legend, livin' legend, nigga

Respect that (Gucci, check)

[Verse 2]

I ain't playin' with you, I ain't tryin' to dance with you (Fuck you)

I ain't using hands, let them rubber bands get you (Get 'em)

It take money to go to war, and we can go to war, nigga (Get 'em)

I ain't no real rapper, I'm a fucking gravedigger (Ha)

I'm a old-school fool, don't make me show my age, nigga

Grab a Louisville and turn it to a batting cage, nigga

I did a song with Keyshia Cole and I know you still miss her (Yeah)

But Puff was fuckin' her while you was fallin' in love with her (Wow)

While you didn't do a song with me, wouldn't smoke no bud with you (Haha)

I was screamin' "So Icy" and was a neighborhood nigga (Burr)

This AR is my backup 'cause I don't need nan nigga

Must didn't hear when Flocka said, "Let them guns blam, nigga" (Baow, baow)

Used to drive to Birmingham with a lot of grams, nigga (Skrrt)

I'm just who I am, nigga, but I ain't sparin' nan nigga

I know it's hard for you to sleep knowin' you killed your homeboy

You left his son to be a bastard, won't even raise your own boy (It's Gucci)

[Outro: Gucci Mane & Lil' Will]

He's had to defend his life last week and now

He has to defend his freedom

(Don't just say anything ok?)

Suspect and lawyer if I believe...

Basically what happened, umm to make a long story short. He visited a young lady. Uhh went over to her place umm she was there he was there. At one point she opened up the door. Five guys come runnin' in, one of them had green tape umm, one of them had a weapon, one of them had brass knuckles and hit him with brass knuckles umm and hit him real hard. Had him wrapped up, another guy had a weapon, hit one of the other guys with uhh the weapon umm there came a situation where he defended himself umm somebody yelled, one of the other five guys yelled shoot him, something to that effect. He grabbed a gun nearby and he start too, he open fire

Gucci Mane La Flare

Yeah, where your ice at?

Where your chain and your rings at?

Where your bling at?

I'm icy, I'm icy, so icy, so icy

I'm so icy, I'm icy, so icy, so icy

All these girls excited

Ooh, you know they like it

I'm so icy, so icy