Gucci Mane — Respect My Name

[Intro: DJ Holiday & Gucci Mane] Dumma Boy Oh, it's Holiday season, nigga It's Gucci, Gucci, s'Gucci, squad, squad, squad [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] It's Gucci, two times, two nines, copped the 'Rari, two times Fucked two sisters, two times, swear them bitches too fine (Holiday season) I'm off the chain, no lie, I'm in the right frame of mind I don't have time for haters, I'm out here kickin' my rhymes Two Gucci trucks, two-two busters, me Flockaveli Nigga we hot, get ready, top of the line, you petty Stop it, I said it already, deadly, yeah Jason or Freddy Grill got remixin' no Eddy, you shouldn't've booked me, you get it What them boy say, I'm with it, any time of day, we killin' I got a really good feeling I might go kill me some niggas Fuck what you sayin', my nigga, I'm not with playin', my nigga I be with layin' in bushes, wakin' up early to drill 'em [Chorus: Yung Joc] Respect my gang, respect where I hang Know my gains the nine might bang We get it off the [?], respect the hustlers Money over suckers, wish death to them busters Respect my gang, respect where I hang Know my gains the nine might bang We get it off the [?], respect the hustlers Money over suckers, wish death to them busters [Verse 2: ?] My bitches on their period, show you boys I really get Frag niggas, fall licks niggas, whole Brick Squad we lick getters Shyste, my hood just like me, mean they love me Polo man, I'm a scummy, no leg shots, you better scar me Back in '99 we was rockin' Zirconi's, like we did ponies Dueces in the foamy, just like Kobe Every verse is for my dead homies Get the fuck on, nigga you a phony Fag boy, fag boy, gun slime my alloys I mean allies, don't alloys, it's chrome-o Them 6's, or Westside [Chorus: Yung Joc] Respect my gang, respect where I hang Know my gains the nine might bang We get it off the [?], respect the hustlers Money over suckers, wish death to them busters Respect my gang, respect where I hang Know my gains the nine might bang We get it off the [?], respect the hustlers Money over suckers, wish death to them busters [Verse 3: Yung Joc] No Twitter talk boy, strictly confidential Check the way the rims walk on the Continental I always keep a rack or two just for incidentals Rapper two on your head and call it fundamentals Respect it or check it boy, or you could meet your maker No this ain't a movie, but partner we'll take ya Just ask my partner Gucci, its all about that paper Suited for success, Ben Franklin tailored Keep it a hundon, I like countin' papers Four thousand ones, blow 'em into vapors Bitch I am the son of a American gangster I live by the guns [Chorus: Yung Joc] Respect my gang, respect where I hang Know my gains the nine might bang We get it off the [?], respect the hustlers Money over suckers, wish death to them busters Respect my gang, respect where I hang Know my gains the nine might bang We get it off the [?], respect the hustlers Money over suckers, wish death to them busters