Gucci Mane — Certified G

[Into: Gucci Mane, Pacman, Yung Joc] So Icyy swag team Gangsta grills, you bastard Pacman, what's hannin (happenin) You know what it is When you peep the swag When you peep the swaaag Ohhh When you peep the swag It's Gucci Aye Gucci, we gotta go ham and cheese on this one Yeaah [Hook: Yung Joc] When you peep the swag, tell me what you see Grade A hustla, certified G When you peep the swag, tell me what you see Grade A hustla, certified G When you peep the swag, tell me what you see When you peep the swag, tell me what you see When you peep the swag, tell me what you see Grade A hustla, certified G [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] It's Gucci Mane the weirdo with brand new material Like Jamerio, [?], I go histerical Serious, delirious, I'm rappin like a idiot, I luahged a lot, Joc killed this shit, so I couldn't even finish it [Verse 2: Yung Joc & Gucci Mane, back and forth] Ayy certainly, certainly, please believe I murk the beats JOC and Gucci Mane, out here chasin currency I'm pretty sure you heard of me You heard of we, you heard of me These haters wanna murder me, I do it as a curtesy A chevy very burgedy, with [?], I'm playin p Master P from 93' and these haters so sick of me Yeah the kush it be coercin me, these copy cats rehearsin me If your lookin for me I'll be on [?] [Hook: Yung Joc] When you peep the swag, tell me what you see Grade A hustla, certified G When you peep the swag, tell me what you see Grade A hustla, certified G When you peep the swag, tell me what you see When you peep the swag, tell me what you see When you peep the swag, tell me what you see Grade A hustla, certified G [Verse 3: Pacman & Gucci Mane] First of all, I stand a little more than four feet tall I ain't scared to brawl, Pacman came to ball Smokin my weed and sippin my lean, High as a plan [?] Gucci Mane, the worker bee, so sick, get moved to quarantine Yeah I walk with a waddle, [?] full of [?], chop models, hit the throttle Gucci Mane, young Socrates, but man here my philosophy Gucci you inspire me, skid marks where my tires be Lets hit the block and drop the top, look at the astrology Check out this comradery, we just hit the lottery You can not find no hotter three, matter fact no hotter me It's Gucci, Pacman, JOC, hoes eat us up like vitamins [?] So Icyy, hit records theres got to be [Hook: Yung Joc] When you peep the swag, tell me what you see Grade A hustla, certified G When you peep the swag, tell me what you see Grade A hustla, certified G When you peep the swag, tell me what you see When you peep the swag, tell me what you see When you peep the swag, tell me what you see Grade A hustla, certified G [Verse 4: Gucci Mane & Pacman, back and forth] Like [?] with the poka dots, I'm rappin so unorthodoxed They say I'm slightly off my rocker, hit you withh them hydroshockers I know this ain't a fairy tale, but I'm ridin with goldie locks Check my pockets, holdin knots, I'm ridin in a stolen drop And you're this clubs security, boy you are not a robo cop You play me like a robo cop, I'll murk you in this parkin lot Please believe we holdin Glocks, Y'all niggas soda pop Soda pop, yeah soda pop, I'm payin off the nosey cops [Hook: Yung Joc] When you peep the swag, tell me what you see Grade A hustla, certified G When you peep the swag, tell me what you see Grade A hustla, certified G When you peep the swag, tell me what you see When you peep the swag, tell me what you see When you peep the swag, tell me what you see Grade A hustla, certified G