Gucci Mane — Swing My Door

[Intro] Burn one, burn one [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I'm a gold mouth dawg, definition of the South Ain't no quarters, ain't no halves, just some wholes in 'dis house Ain't no bitch, it ain't no bed, it ain't no clothes in dis house It's a drought, and my price will make yo eyes pop out I can't neva count my stash 'cause I always loose count I can't neva keep no bitch 'cause I put them hoes out I was corner store and in the motel in it, selling it You can check my rap sheet, its numerous felonies I took twenty-three stacks, and bought some jet skis Have pity for the cop who gotta arrest me A front street, jump street, then jump out, itss a track meet Use to have a ten-speed, now I got a Bentley [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Swing my door, swing my door Every time they swing my door I count 18-5 every time they swing my door Swing my door, swing my door Yeah, them prices real low But they gon' search you up and down Every time they swing my door Swing my door, swing my door And you know they swing my door And it's 18-5 every time they swing my door Swing my door, swing my door Yeah, them prices real low But they gon' search you up and down Every time they swing my door [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I got my rims finger-fucked by a god dam J Gave him 1.8 of some hard ass yay It's a lot of crack smokers in the apartments where I stay And I know they name and face 'cause I serve them everyday Had a 98' Caprice, was a rollin' drug store You ain't got all the money, what you call my phone fo'? Rob me, six feet, in the dirt you 'bout to go Layin' with the coroner with a tag placed on your toe I can lock the whole town if I break the shit down But it might be slow, so I'm sellin' shit whole I can lock the whole town if I break the shit down But I'm lettin' shit go and I'm sellin' shit whole [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Swing my door, swing my door Every time they swing my door I count 18-5 every time they swing my door Swing my door, swing my door Yeah, them prices real low But they gon' search you up and down Every time they swing my door Swing my door, swing my door And you know they swing my door And it's 18-5 every time they swing my door Swing my door, swing my door Yeah, them prices real low But they gon' search you up and down Every time they swing my door [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Niggas call me "thrift store" 'cause the know the price low I count 18 rubber bands every time I swing my door Breaker, breaker, beaker, beaker Spent 350 on the sneakers It came from servin' geekers Yella' 'Vette nicknamed Chiquta A clear coat Chevy, same color Aquafina Quarter million dollar lick, that changed my whole demeanor Ridin' a scooter through South Beach, lookin' for a Trina bitch Diamond necklace, diamond anklet, diamond princess, Bimmer bitch I change lanes, paint change, hangin' out the brain dawg Bottles of champagne and it came from sellin 'caine dawg Coca-cola, pickin' yola, and it stank, you smell the odor When I sk-sk-sk-sk-skrrt, I bet it jump back over, over Ridin' in my rental, got a Rover in my pocket, though 84 stack, 'bout to take a trip to Mexico Nigga violate, I'ma kill him and slit his throat Smoke a blunt of dro, then take my ho to Pappadeaux's [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Swing my door, swing my door Every time they swing my door I count 18-5 every time they swing my door Swing my door, swing my door Yeah, them prices real low But they gon' search you up and down Every time they swing my door Swing my door, swing my door And you know they swing my door And it's 18-5 every time they swing my door Swing my door, swing my door Yeah, them prices real low But they gon' search you up and down Every time they swing my door, nigga [Outro: Gucci Mane] That boy Gucci That nigga Burn on the track, nigga Yeah, Gucci Mane, La Flare, nigga Uh-huh, uh-huh