Gucci Mane — You Know What It Is

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame & (Gucci Mane)] (I'm back up in these streets, nigga, you know what the fuck it is) 'Cause Gucci Mane Laflare one hood ass nigga I'm tatted up, dreads shaking, you know what the fuck it is Waka Flocka Flame one hood ass nigga You know, you know, you know, you know what it is 'Cause Gucci Mane Laflare one hood ass nigga (Gucci, Gucci, Mane, nigga), Waka Flocka Flame, nigga (Don't act like you don't know my mothafuckin' name, nigga) [Verse One: Gucci Mane] My swag sick, so I sneeze on a ho I'm a Rich Boy, I might throw some Ds on a ho Never seen one of these, I'm not one of them wannabes This ain't where you wanna be, then she can leave, beat your feet On every beat I go honey-baked ham, I'm a beast If it's beef, leave you shiftless, laying on the street Is it hot in this mothafuckin' booth or is it me? Me and Jazze Pha go way back like Jazz and T Smoking weed in a leaf, bitches sweat me like I'm Keith There's a very strong smell coming out the VIP I'ma do it for the hood, I'm a product of the streets We gon' put you up on game, all on the count of three [Hook] [Verse Two: Gucci Mane] Shaking trees(?), she perceives, she might end up in too deep Give it to her so good, have her coming in her sleep Take a TwitPic of Gucci dick and send it as a Tweet Ever since she met me, say them niggas obsolete I'm buying cars I don't really need, race 'em down the street Got a Fleet, I can't bring one out, I drive 'em by the three In a league of my own, he don't own a pair of cleats I'm a freak on Patron, don't sit your girlfriend next to G He say he go as hard as me, tell him that I wanna see Do six months, then get out and spend 2 million in a week My seed gon' never want for nothing & I put that on my niece I'm a hustler, guess it runs all through my family tree [Hook] [Verse Three: Waka Flocka Flame] Let me hop back on the set with this brand new single Million dollar niggas still riding in a Regal Hood ass young nigga, I got more stripes than a bengal Shawty pulling slick shit, me and him not equal Heard that boy not eating so Flocka just might feed you Two Hundred V my hypeman, now that's a good price, man Gucci, that's my right hand, two ounces in my Sprite can AKA the Light Man, they call me Waka Flocka Told my man Guwop I'ma make him a quarter-mil Broke before these record deals, I'm just trying to keep it real These rap niggas flopping, on the low these niggas stopping Sexual Healing on your girl like I'm Marvin