Gucci Mane — Gucci Terintino

[Intro] (Whew) (Mike WiLL Made It) Fuckin' mulianis (Gucci Mane) Say hi to my lil friend Fuckin' mulianis (Future) Say hi to my lil friend Fuckin' mulianis (DJ Scream) Say hi to my lil friend (And this is a gift for the streets nigga) Gucci Terintino in this mother fucker (We ain't gon charge y'all nothin) Hah! (We gon put this shit on the block) Gucci! (For free) It's the last time! (DJ Scream, hood rich, bitch) [Free Bricks, nigga] [Verse 1] I get you fuckers knocked out for a quarter key I told you mother fuckers not to fuck with me Cocaine dancin' in my mansion, it's a homicide, Charles Manson She nervous and she panicked (Hood rich) So I vanished instead of vanquished Call her dandruff, leavin' bloody trails in my Stan Smiths Swear I killed the bitch like Columbine Left the bitch dead, flatline Only talked to you like ten times Had a great lawyer who loved to shine I heard it through the grapevine Gucci Mane lives a life of crime [Verse 2] I brought her back like Frankenstein All my goons like Frankenstein Tryna go and I ain't a kid And I don't ever die they like vampires Bought a tractor trailer with like ten times And make the money back on the first try Got more hands than an octopus Got eight different kinds, it's octo-kush You talkin' to them folks cause you needed protection If your ass was lost I wouldn't even give you directions She only sucked my dick cause she needed affection How the fuck you let that bitch slip and come in my section? She say that she a teacher, she teach first grade So what? Still imma fuck her on the first date Like a wine cellar, I'm gon keep some fine grapes My swag sick, imma need some first aid Cause I pull up in the old school with the candy The parking lot gon need a fucking band-aid Colder than a icicle, it's a Can-Am not a tricycle It's a Harley, not a bicycle My gang stronger than corn liquor