Ha, got you, Gucci
Big Gucci, haters, stand up
Ha, all the haters stand up
Ayy, yo
I'm blowin' on Jamaica and sippin' on some screw
I'm tryna move this Tony 'cause that's what Tinas do
I'm flyin' dirty birds in ATL like a Falcon
I got them lows of that X and I ain't talkin' Malcolm
I'm an East Atlantean, E-A-S-T 'Lantean
It's big breach in your stash meet, I'm coolin' down the temperature
Crap table at my bedroom, I'm a gambler
And she don't fuck with amateurs, they don't know how to handle her
Let's just call her Angela, legs lock up, tarantula
I wish I was a manager, remind me of my Spanish broad
Sellin' envelopes, ashes, pencil tip Scar
Blessed me with the gift of gab, but I am not articulate
Cut you up, a lot of it, tried to pass a little bit
What are you, an idiot? It hurt the way I rip the shit
Flip the clip, then flip the script and grab the Uzi, it's Big Gucci
Tattered, splattered, niggas' brains and intestines the fuckin' movies
I'm blowin' on Jamaica and sippin' on some screw
I'm tryna move this Tony 'cause that's what Tinas do
I'm flyin' dirty birds in ATL like a Falcon
I got them lows of that X and I ain't talkin' Malcolm
I'm blowin' on Jamaica and sippin' on some screw
I'm tryna move this Tony 'cause that's what Tinas do
I'm flyin' dirty birds in ATL like a Falcon
I got them lows of that X and I ain't talkin' Malcolm
