Gucci Mane La Flare; Burn One, Mixtape, nigga
Huh? Still got "it", nigga, holler at your boy
Gucci Mane La Flare, nigga
EA Originated, nigga, Bouldercrest originated, nigga
East Atlanta affiliated, nigga
Okay...
Freestyle shit, this like- (Huh)
I'm a trap-a-holic dog; I'm addicted to the trap
A banker or a teller; I'm addicted to the stacks
I'm like a army sergeant; I'm addicted to the straps
I'm heavy cocaina, shawty; serve a lot of packs
A big bale of kush, dog, and I can sell that
A thousand pounds of mid, dog, I bet you smell that
Gucci Iced out, now and run and tell that
A bad bale of oil base, and I can sell that
I'm "Wrist Game Shawty", heavy with the soda
Light with the cola; I bet you smell the odor
Dedicate the shit to the EA street
Twenty-thousand dog, just to feel my speech
I made eighty grand profit, just last week
Chicken go for five, whole for seventeen
It's eighteen bands just to see me live
Add twelve-five, nigga, for that long ass drive
You pussy
Haha, Oh, man it's Gucci Mane freestyle, man, mixtape, man
Burn One, Burn One
I'm a get a pound of kush I guess to "Burn One"
Gucci Mane La Flare mixtape, Burn One
This my first mixtape, I guess I'm "so hot"
Came to the pot, with the dope boy knots
Ah, Gucci Mane La Flare, man
I got, I got, I got so many P's; I got so many kis
I got a wrist game that nigga probably a never see
I got whole bunch of money, and it's on me
I got a whole heap of diamonds, and they on me
You want a drink? You want a pill? Baby, it's on me
I'll have you snorting up the lines, on the brain freeze
S-O-I-C-Y, I'm icy
It's Gucci Mane, you know, I'm so fly-ski
"The nigga playful, he so childish
He so fresh, though, so who his stylist?
The boy got karats, colorful diamonds
The boy doing good, man, the boy is living
God giving talent, and they can't take it"
I reload the matrix, when I cop the bracelet
I'm shitting on their feelings, I hurt they faces
DC, man, what's up shawty?
It's Gucci Mane La Flare, I got a new Glock forty
And I don't give a damn about no "Sean Carter"
It's Gucci Mane La Flare, I got a Hemi Charger
Cut on the stove, then, I cut on the water
Damn, do it all at the same time
Every word or two "things", pay me for two "things"
It's Gucci Mane La Flare, I ain't got on no shoe strings
Gucci Mane La Flare, man, I got on them "Chicken Wings"
Nine for a feature, five for a ad lib
Gucci Mane La Flare, dog, I got me a bad crib
Gucci print on bricks, dog, that's depressing
Caprice on Rally's, dog, that was the past
Lambo' crammed with "bricks", man, It's probably the future
"Shawty got game, man, he is a producer"
But look, I don't even touch the MP
But, it's ten-five, dog, if you want to see me
I got good "game", nigga, I'm "MVP"
I'm the East Atlanta king, man, I run these streets
Man I live for that funk, man, I love that beat
I got a ten pack of Dr.Crook, on my teeth
Mr.Floyd got me looking so damn icy
I'm the most hated rapper in the damn industry
Call me, "Young Diddy" not "Young 50"
Because my diamonds are crazy, and they do karate
I'm Judo high, every day is a Friday
A hundred "bricks" coming in, just next Friday
It's Gucci Mane La Flare, dog, and I don't lie-ski
Gucci Mane La Flare, dog, quarter of pot leaf
Half a "chicken", quarter "chicken", whole damn "chicken"
"Shawty got the game, man, the boy "God Given"
Shawty got talent, dog, and he getting rich, kid
Quarter "brick", a half a "brick", a whole damn "brick", kid"
Burn One, Burn One
Freestyle mixtape, you know, I "Burn One"
I get a pound of 'thrax, and just, "Burn One"
A nigga try me, again, I "Burn One" of ya'll pussies
