Gucci Mane’s Artist Ralo Thanks Drake For Helping Get On President Biden’s Radar

Gucci Mane‘s artist Ralo who was arrested in April 2018 for marijuana possession, is hoping that he will be a free man soon as the US continues to legalize marijuana. The latest states to take the initiative to legalize the plant include New York and New Jersey, who made the announcement on Friday.

Ralo is still behind bars following his arrest on federal drug charges after about 444 pounds of marijuana were discovered on a private jet registered in his name. Even though possession is legal in the state, selling or growing marijuana remains illegal. He is appealing to President Joe Biden for a pardon. He is also hoping that some high profile supporters like Drake will help his cause.

Yesterday, April 1, he made an appeal on Instagram for his freedom.

“TODAY MY LEGAL TEAM DELIVERED DOCUMENTS DIRECTLY IN THE HANDS OF PRESIDENT JOE BIDEN AND HIS ADMINISTRATION BEGGING FOR A PARDON FOR MYSELF,” Ralo said.

He added: “DRAKE WAS #1 ON THAT LIST IN SUPPORT OF MY PARDON, ALONG WITH DOZENS OF OTHER HIGH RANKING PEOPLE WITHIN OUR COUNTRY & THE HIP HOP COMMUNITY. WE THANK HIM AND EVERYONE THATS PUTTING IN EFFORT INTO THIS CAUSE. @forbes AN OTHERS ARE USING MY CASE AS THE FACE FOR JUSTICE ON MARIJUANA. WE CALLING FOR PUBLIC AND ALL INFLUENCERS SUPPORT.” he ended the post with #PARDONRALO.

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Ralo could have been out on bail, but it was revoked after it was discovered that he was still making drug deals from behind bars. According to Judge Michael L. Brown: “[Prosecutors] presented evidence that [Ralo] had continued participating in the distribution of drugs following his arrest in this case and while in custody.”

The evidence against him included handwritten notes from his kids’ mother’s purse that warned her to save money and used code words for drugs.

“There simply can be no other conclusion from his efforts to establish pricing and distribution for ‘8-balls’ and ‘grams,’ his instruction against the use of ‘shake,’ and his warning to be wary of law enforcement ‘listening’,” the judge added.

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Pooh Shiesty And Kodak Black Beefing Over Who Started “Blrrd”

Pooh Shiesty and Kodak Black are going at it all over who started the “blrrd” trend.

Both Pooh Shiesty and Kodak Black are in heavy rotation on hip hop airwaves right now. The Memphis rapper is making waves with his breakout hit “Back In Blood” with Lil Durk, while the Pompano Beach native is creating his own waves musically, but also for other things like getting out of prison early thanks to a Trump last-minute pardon and his recent engagement to Mellow Racks whom he has been dating only for a few days or weeks at most.

While Shiesty and Kodak are making a lot of noise on the airwaves right now, their heated feud started after the Sniper Gang rapper hopped on Instagram to tell the world that he started the “blrrd” trend as well as the infamous cash spread. It didn’t take long for the “Back In Blood” rapper to respond on IG, telling Kodak that he lost respect for him.

“This just a matter of fact ! I ain’t dissing nobody , ion even know y’aII I’m just saying and this not to say the respect level ain’t on either side , but you know,” Kodak wrote in a post on IG that he has since deleted. In the video shared, he explained how he started the money spread trend and even namedrop Lil Baby.

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Pooh Shiesty later issued a strong response to Kodak Black on Instagram by sharing photos of himself from a decade ago spreading cash. “The INTERNET AND FANS will make a real ni**a do some h** sh**, Influence?” he wrote. “You wasn’t rappin when I was out here taking action I just like yo music thought u was on my same time boy u was rapping that sh** I was really living before I ever made a song, this internet don’t know sh** bout me.”

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Shiesty added that Chief Keef would be more deserving of the credit for starting the trend than Kodak Black. He ended his statement with a strong messaging tell Black that they can handle this feud in person.

What Blrrd mean?

In case you don’t know the meaning of “blrrd,” it’s an adlib popularized by Pooh Shiesty in some of his recent songs, particularly his hit single, “Back In Blood.” Other Memphis rappers also use it, but this issue is about who created it.

Before they started beefing, Pooh Shiesty says he is a fan of Kodak Black and even ranked him among his top 5 rappers, dead or alive. “‘m gon’ put me on there, BIG30, Gucci Mane, Kodak Black, and Chief Keef. I dont even care about nobody else. Them five right there,” he told Hotnewhiphop.

Why did Kodak Black pick a fight with Pooh Shiesty? Perhaps because of his recent issues with Gucci Mane asking him about the clone rumors. The Florida rapper wasn’t too happy about it, and we all know Gucci is mentoring Shiesty, who is signed to his 1017 label.

Boosie Badazz Would’ve Handled Gucci Mane Dissing Jeezy’s Dead Friend Differently

Boosie Badazz is reacting to Gucci Mane and Jeezy’s controversial Verzuz battle in his latest interview with Vlad TV.

Whenever Baton Rouge rapper Lil Boosie links up with DJ Vlad, he holds nothing back. Over the years, the rapper has been interviewed by Vlad TV several times, and he always offers some newsworthy insight into the current affairs of pop culture. Most recently, Boosie was asked about his thoughts on the infamous Gucci Mane vs. Jeezy Verzuz battle where the former made a callous remark about smoking on the namesake of Jeezy’s dead friend.

“I watched the part with Pookie Loc, I watched that sh*t,” recalled Boosie. “He said ‘I’m smoking on that Pookie Loc tonight.’” While Boosie Badazz says he respects the way the two rappers performed together and refrained from escalating the situation even throughout the obvious tension, he insists that he could not have done that himself. According to Boosie, he doesn’t have that kind of restraint, and it would not have gone down like that if it was him in Jeezy’s position.

“I like how they bossed up, but I would have charged that n***a, there would have been a fight,” Boosie said. “If he had said he was smoking on my partner, I’d have felt that was a type of disrespect…I thought we were talking about music. You can say that in a song if that’s part of a song, but you ain’t gon’ say none of my n**as in there. Every one of my n***as would have stepped if you had said ‘we smoking on that Pookie Loc tonight.’”

“They was supposed to have that understanding before they got there,” the rapper continued. “But I like how they handled it as bosses. I got a lot of respect for them for not taking it there and really bossing up and letting it be.” Boosie says Jeezy has already proven that he is a “real n***a” and he is on such another level now that he doesn’t need to “go back” just to prove it again. However, he reiterates that he does not share the rapper’s restraint.

“Jeezy done showed the world he a real n***a,” Boosie explained. “He not trying to prove he a real n***a again by going back. That’s what Jeezy stood for.” He added, “I’ma prove I’m that. I’ma go back ’cause that’s all I live on is my respect.”

Most fans agree that the Verzuz battle between Jeezy and Gucci Mane was probably the best one yet based on the fact that two foes came together, making it a bit more intriguing for viewers. It is abundantly clear, however, that the battle would have gone differently if Boosie Badazz was involved.

Who would you want to see the Baton Rouge rapper go up against on the Verzuz stage?

Kodak Black Slams Gucci Mane For Asking Him If He’s A Clone

Kodak Black is clapping back at Gucci Mane for asking if he’s a clone.

Kodak Black has clearly been enjoying his freedom since receiving a presidential pardon last month before Donald Trump officially left office. However, it seems the rapper doesn’t have any patience for persistent jokes from internet trolls accusing him of being a cloned version of himself. Now Gucci Mane has joined fans questioning if the Pompano Beach rapper is really a clone or the real deal. Of course, Gucci previously dealt with similar accusations after his release from prison in 2016 looking ripped.

Gucci Mane posted a video of an exchange between himself and Kodak Black where he asked the Florida rapper, “I’m talking ’bout is you a clone or not.”

Taking to Instagram Live on Saturday, Black addressed the rumors which suggest that he is no longer the authentic Kodak we once knew, saying, “Why this don’t sound like Kodak, what the hell—so who do I sound like? All this little clone sh*t starting to make me made now. See back then, all my little other bids, whenever this little clone sh*t came out, I wasn’t trippin’. Y’all blowing me now.”

Kodak went on to claim that the comments are coming from a place of pure jealousy, adding, “All kind of n***as been trying to imitate this sh*t but can’t duplicate this sh*t. None of these f***in’ n***as seeing Yak! They know that, that’s why they was mad I came home. All these n***as was scared, scared of me coming home, picking up the money.” It looks like Kodak is ready to hop back in the game at full force and isn’t taking anybody’s shade in the meantime.

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Black also respond to Gucci Mane in another video saying, “When you said, ‘Is you a clone’ tonight, I should’ve hit you with, ‘B**ch, I might be.’” He then went on to disrespect Gucci for not having any waves in his hair.

Since his release, Kodak has made several big moves, including debuting a new hairstyle, getting his lawyer’s name tatted on his hand, showing off a ring engraved with “Trump Ties” as a shoutout to the controversial president who pardoned him and reportedly getting engaged to 19-year-old rapper Mellow Rackz.

Kodak Black has addressed his plans to pursue multiple causes, including criminal justice reform and giving back to his community. The rapper also established a scholarship in honor of the victims who lost their lives in the 2018 Marjory Stoneman Douglas High shooting in Parkland, Florida, setting aside $100k in funds for the criminal justice program at Southeastern University Law School. Clone or not, at least the latest incarnation of Kodak is committed to spreading some positivity in the world.

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Lil Baby, Gucci Mane, Tyga Performed At 150-Person Maskless Birthday Party In Miami

Lil Baby, Gucci Mane, Tyga and more rappers performed at a 150-person birthday party in Miami and not a mask in sight.

It is sometimes hard to believe, but we are still in the middle of a pandemic nearly a year after COVID-19 began to ravage the world. The many restrictions and adjustments we have all had to make in our day-to-day lives have become depressing and exhausting for many, but those who follow the science know that these precautions save lives.  Unfortunately, many people still ignore the consequences of their actions and continue to socialize without masks and even gather at large group events.  Artists who have organized and performed at these events continue to face backlash, the latest being Gucci Mane and Lil Baby.

Over the weekend, several rappers gathered in Miami to party it up as if the pandemic doesn’t exist.  While the partygoers include Tyga, Post Malone, and 24kGoldn, Lil Baby and Gucci are receiving the most criticism because they were performing at the event in front of a large crowd without masks. 

According to reports, the South Beach turn up involved little to no social distancing measures.  The celebration was held for Electric Feel Entertainment founder Austin Rosen’s birthday and was hosted in South Beach by Real Housewives of Miami star Lisa Hochstein and her husband.  The hosts reportedly said that they counted on their guests to follow an “honor system” when it comes to coronavirus measures, whatever that means.

Page Six reported that Hochstein assured the safety of her event by setting a limit of 150 guests and temperature checking guests at the door.  Most experts agree that we should all be avoiding gatherings outside our homes entirely, as well as refraining from seeing friends and family outside of our immediate household.  Seeing celebrities who refuse to follow these guidelines can be very frustrating for those of us who are making so many sacrifices in our personal and social lives.

*COVID PARTY ALERT* Lil Pump, Tyga, Gucci Mane, Lil Baby and many celebrities attend party at Star Island—near Miami. Close to 150 maskless people packed together. Attendees were asked to follow COVID guidelines on the honor system, according to TMZ. Pro-COVID movement is strong. pic.twitter.com/VAIa2NfffT

— Def Noodles (@defnoodles) January 19, 2021

Marlo – Ali Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Verse 1]
Havin’ thoughts of bein’ the greatest
I’m comin’ for that throne nigga, I’ma take it
And you know nobody gon’ do shit, nigga I’ma take it
And you know them niggas don’t shake none’, nigga I’ma shake it
And them niggas ain’t bust no moves so I’ma make it
When I touch that million dollars on how I made it
I’m the greatest, stackin’ that bread, I ran the bacon
So the bitch wanna f**k right now, see you later
Christian Loub with alligators
And Givenchy on my ass nigga I’m so flavor
And I stay down in that booth until I made it
Poppin’ shit, nigga I’m the greatest
And I had to thank goon goon for another day
I’m getting paid and it’s a million ways to get cake
Better feed your killers or get ate
Them niggas hungry and they’ll eat up off your plate
And I don’t play with them slime niggas ’cause they’ll eat up off your face, yeah

[Chorus]
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need

[Verse 2]
On a rat race for that paper
Them niggas say I’m real loaded, I’m baked potato
And a nigga killin’ shit, no Gucci Mane but a human glacier for that paper (Wop)
And them ho ass niggas don’t want to see me make and I’ma take it
So shouts out to [?] ’cause nigga down with makin’ or takin’
Nigga mistakin’ when I’m vacant
Nigga [?] start shootin’ up shit, nigga what is you thinkin’?
On the road to riches, my niggas, and we gon’ make it
Nigga sellin’ the gas bag, nigga with tons of flavor
And a nigga came up in trappin’, then I made it
Then GA got poppin’, then Lil Kel got knocked
I was in the spot with Jude, I was cookin’ up a block
Break a brick down and sell them bitches in rocks
We gon’ run that brick straight in through the spot
And bust the profit down with my niggas, that’s how we rock

[Chorus]
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need

Lil Pump – Gucci Gang 2 Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Lil Pump]
Gucci Gang
Jetski
Thank you, Fizzle (Wow)
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Gucci Mane]
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Look like an ice cream cone (Wrist, yeah, brr)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I got on take a nigga bitch colonge (Chanel, gang)
Gucci (Sheesh), Gucci, Gucci
Hit from the back, wow, she sing my song (Gucci Gang, huh?)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I fuck on that bitch then I told her to get on (Ooh, damn)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I fucked her with no rubber but I had socks on (Socks on)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I got no diploma, I got half a mil on (Yeah, wow)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (Ooh)
She suck my dick so hard she rip the skin off (Skin off)
She said I changed (Changed), my racks got bigger and my dick got bigger

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
My bitch got ass, my wrist got ligma (Ass)
I’ma ho fuck a bad bitch on Twitter (On Twitter)
Who you with? Paris Hilton? Bring your sister (Patricia)
She don’t got a car, I’ma pick that bitch up
I smoked this blunt, and forgot about her (Smoke)
Slam that pussy, rock bottom (Rock bottom)
Nutted in her eye, gave her Gucci goggles (Woo)
I was in the stripper bowl, and I blew a million dollars
Pop molly, pop [?], pop it
I think I fucked on your daughter, ooh
Blow the whistle, I ain’t gotta call her
Stomp on his ass like I play for the Dodgers (Yeah)
James Harden, my roster (Yeah)
I fucked her (Ooh), I lost her (I lost her)
I can’t find her (Where she at?), she a foster
This ecstasy turned me to a moster (A mess)

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Gucci Mane]
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Look like an ice cream cone (Wrist, yeah, brr, brr)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I got on take a nigga bitch colonge (Chanel, gang)
Gucci (Sheesh), Gucci, Gucci
Hit from the back, wow, she sing my song (Gucci Gang, huh?)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I fuck on that bitch then I told her to get on (Ooh, damn)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I fucked her with no rubber but I had socks on (Socks on)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I got no diploma, I got half a mil on (Yeah, wow)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (Ooh)
She suck my dick so hard she rip the skin off (Skin off)
She said I changed (Changed), my racks got bigger and my dick got bigger

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I may be a dropout, but still Iim not a failure (Nah)
I grew up ’round drugs, guns, that paraphernalia (Yeah)
Gucci Mane, I show ya way better than I can tell ya
I sold pints like lemonade, but my new drop is yellow
It’s Gucci but right now I got a Louis V sombrero (LV)
You all cap like a mother fuckin’ scarecrow

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Gucci Mane]
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Look like an ice cream cone (Wrist, yeah, brr)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I got on take a nigga bitch colonge (Chanel, gang)
Gucci (Sheesh), Gucci, Gucci
Hit from the back, wow, she sing my song (Gucci Gang, huh?)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I fuck on that bitch then I told her to get on (Ooh, damn)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I fucked her with no rubber but I had socks on (Socks on)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I got no diploma, I got half a mil on (Yeah, wow)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (Ooh)
She suck my dick so hard she rip the skin off (Skin off)
She said I changed (Changed), my racks got bigger and my dick got bigger

Go Yayo – Rambo Lyrics

[Chorus]
Hunnids, blue benjis (cash)
Racks, got y’all
Go yayo, boss, head huncho (og)
Yo bitch, my bitch
Slut bitch, scando (yeah)
Young nigga strapped up like sandals
Try me, I’m goin’ rambo, rambo (boom)
Yeah, goin’ rambo, goin’ rambo
Hoodfame gang too hard to handle
On a scotter with a thooka goin’ rambo (boom)
Goin’ rambo, goin’ rambo
All my young niggas with me goin’ rambo
Gucci Mane in my city goin’ rambo (wop)

[Verse 1]
Boss, sauce (boss, drip)
No mo Free Yayo, it cost (nah)
Diamonds floss (bling)
f**k the feds, Free Cross[?]
Go Yayo, I’m hot like a fever
f**k niggas don’t get no feature (nope)
Just stuffin’ reefer in [??]
Take yo bitch and let her kick it like FIFA (ooh)
I got that boom for real for real (forreal)
Independent, I don’t want no deal (nope)
OG gas out the vacuum seal (og gas)
In the hills where I roll like a [??] (trap)
Im ’bout to blow like atomic bomb (boom)
Took yo bitch and left her for her mom (yo bitch)
My youngins treat me like Fericon
Big ol’ thooka make her run like a marathon (go)

[Chorus]
Hunnids, blue benjis (cash)
Racks, got y’all
Go yayo, boss, head huncho (og)
Yo bitch, my bitch
Slut bitch, scando (yeah)
Young strapped up like sandals
Try me, I’m goin’ rambo, rambo (boom)
Yeah, goin’ rambo, goin’ rambo
Hoodfame gang too hard to handle
On a scotter with a thooka goin’ rambo (boom)
Goin’ rambo, goin’ rambo
Let a nigga play with me, I’m goin’ rambo
Gucci Mane in my city goin’ rambo (wop)

[Verse 2]
Wop, drop
Stop, boi you need to quit (quit)
Future Hendrix wylin with that stick (boom)
You say you the best, but you must be sick (haha)
That f**k shit you talkin’ gon’ get you hit (killed)
That lick that you stunt with ain’t worth a [??] (
Diamonds dancin’, VVS do karate kicks (bling)
Used to be coll, now you jumped in a firepit
I thought about lettin’ it go
All these pussy niggas gettin’ exposed (exposed)
Big ol’ thooka poppin’ up at your show (boom)
Hoodfame blood’ll show the work you a hoe (Hoodfame, Hoodfame)
All of my youngins on go (go)
All of my youngin’s bands glow
OG Yayo do this shit for the four (four)
Up that beef and bring it right to your door (hello?)

[Chorus]
Hunnids, blue benjis (cash)
Racks, got y’all
Go yayo, boss, head huncho (og)
Yo bitch, my bitch
Slut bitch, scando (yeah)
Young nigga strapped up like sandals
Try me, I’m goin’ rambo, rambo (boom)
Yeah, goin’ rambo, goin’ rambo
Hoodfame gang too hard to handle
On a scotter with a thooka goin’ rambo (boom)
Goin’ rambo, goin’ rambo
Let a nigga play with me, I’m goin’ rambo
Gucci Mane in my city goin’ rambo (wop)

Youngboy Never Broke Again – Make No Sense Lyrics

[Intro]
Buddah Bless this beat

[Chorus]
I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my f**king neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, uh
It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh
Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime

[Verse 1]
I could hit it, I could whip it, I could bag it, I could stash it
I could trap out like a motherf**ker
And you know me, bitch, I just bought another 30 burner (30 burner)
I whip too hard, so I got Ike and Meech, got Tina Turner (Whippin’ hard)
It don’t make sense, I’m not alright, bitch, I’ll put you under
I ain’t cut too much, I got that shit that make ’em tweak like damn
Can’t be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (I am)
This shit ain’t sweet, who close to me, I see ’em hatin’ like damn
All I know get the money, still gon’ be the one to slay ’em
Like nigga, uh, nigga
Nigga, bitch, nigga, baow, with my jewelry (f**k a jury)

[Chorus]
I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my f**king neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, uh
It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh
Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime

[Verse 2]
4KTrey, BoB, I been that, bitch, you notice me
Tell them niggas I say f**k ’em
These hoes ain’t shit, they want my cash, so I’ll never love ’em (Stupid bitch)
I flash and beat a nigga ass with this fifty ball (I don’t need no clique)
On TV, I could tell my youngin hit him with the cutter (Motherf**k a nigga)
That’s a bar, real nigga blessed him with that bar and he say yeah-eah
He out the H, you play, he shoot you in your face (Northside)
Bullets flying, back to back, bitch, when we ride
I’m convicted, but it’s an issue, I’ll slide for a slide
Die today, bitch, they say four pussy niggas died ‘fore I died, slime

[Chorus]
I feel like I’m Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my f**king neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don’t make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks, uh
It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh
Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime

Mir Fontane – Ain’t Afraid Lyrics (feat. Kenif Muse)

[Chorus]
There’s some hoes in this house and they ain’t afraid to show it
There’s some hoes in this house and they ain’t afraid to show it
There’s some hoes in this house and they ain’t afraid to show it
There’s some hoes in this house and they ain’t afraid to show it
If you boujee and you know it, you should probably bounce to this
If you boujee and you know it, you should probably bounce to this
If you boujee and you know it, you would probably bounce to this
There’s some hoes in this house, There’s some hoes in this house

[Verse 1]
I’m that boy but I been wavy way before I signed a deal
Room full of bad bitches and they all love dollar bills
Got bitches that bag bitches for me, I keep a couple Queen Latifahs
I got me a bad little diva smoking on Keisha, look just like Moesha, yeah
Moe tuh duh, E tuh duh
You know Fontane the God be the beat killa
Do this for the dead homies, Rest In Peace to ‘em
Fell in love a few times, I don’t speak to ‘em
Lil’ woadie said she drippin’ like water
I might take a sip if it’s water
And she call me Daddy whenever I text her, whenever I call her
f**k her baby father cause shorty a super freak
And she got cheeks for weeks
Pussy so cotton candy, but she only trickin’ for treats
Shawty, she lookin’ for ballers, you know she ain’t f**kin’ for free
I’m right at yo’ top like a Boosie fade
And I got hoes like I’m Gucci Mane

[Chorus]
There’s some hoes in this house and they ain’t afraid to show it
There’s some hoes in this house and they ain’t afraid to show it
There’s some hoes in this house and they ain’t afraid to show it
There’s some hoes in this house and they ain’t afraid to show it
If you boujee and you know it, you should probably bounce to this
If you boujee and you know it, you should probably bounce to this
If you boujee and you know it, you would probably bounce to this
There’s some hoes in this house, There’s some hoes in this house

[Verse 2: Kenif Muse]
Man, who ain’t got no bitches? You know how I’m living
Chase blue check no Twitter, Yeah I don’t know no limits
Hang with us a privilege, Shawty know I’m different
Yeah I smell like money, Ain’t no lie I show no mercy when I lay that pipe
She call me the D-giver, 2 chains on like I’m the WeaveKiller
Michael Phelps in that thang, swimming deep in her
Shawty caramel, thicker than a Snicker
Back that thang up for a real nigga, making moolah off of my cadence
MVS double dollar sign, from the 17 ‘til they grave us
Man, I do whatever I want, all them hoes I got to like one
All them niggas, bottles just one? Where they do that? Tell ‘em keep up
Man, my G is never in question, I’m yo’ main chick’s obsession
Bunch of Garden niggas in my section, shawty dig it, hoes love attention

[Chorus]
There’s some hoes in this house and they ain’t afraid to show it
There’s some hoes in this house and they ain’t afraid to show it
There’s some hoes in this house and they ain’t afraid to show it
There’s some hoes in this house and they ain’t afraid to show it
If you boujee and you know it, you should probably bounce to this
If you boujee and you know it, you should probably bounce to this
If you boujee and you know it, you would probably bounce to this
There’s some hoes in this house, There’s some hoes in this house

Gucci Mane – Came from Scratch Lyrics

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[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Woo, uh, I made a million off scratch (Scratch)
Then put this drip in the bag (Drip)
Came for the modelin’ bitches, no Nats (No Nats)
The lean by the bottle, no tax (Drank)
12 think the coupe was hijacked (Hijack)
Back in the day, I was into that (Into that)
Now the bags come in by the max

[Chorus: Quavo]
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks, ayy

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Nah, I’m not into pitty pat (Nah)
Nah, I’m not into internet (Nah)
Get it, young nigga, go scratch that (Scratch that)
Comin’ up on the North, he won’t last, yeah (Nah)
My wrist baguetty blasted (Blasted)
My bitch fleek with the lashes (Fleek)
My gang, they put you in caskets (Gang)
We kill ’em with whips and fashion (Whip)
McLaren, the Benz, the Lambo I’m smashin’
Pullin’ out of the mansion (Skrrt)
In the Maybach, relaxin’ (‘Laxin’)
But the Demon, the ‘Cat are the fastest (Nyoom)
You think that it’s a fantasy (Woo), the way that my salary cappin’ (Cappin’)
Me and Guwop, we be laughin’ (Haha), they wanna be partners again, they relapsin’

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Man, I seen it from a mile away, they tryna get some clout (Clout)
I know what you about (‘Bout), I know without a doubt (Doubt)
I dropped the top, I know it’s one, no need to cut it out (Huh?)
The money what it’s ’bout (‘Bout)
My bitch bag cost a house (Guwop)
I shine too hard, offend folks without even openin’ my mouth (Huh?)
I needed folks, they left me dead, they kicked me, I was down (Damn)
Picked myself up off the ground, the blue cheese bailed me out (Honest)
My bank roll is on gout right now, so sick, can’t leave the house (Egh)
Some leeches tried to ride my wave, but all of them wiped out (Wiped)
My house so big I got lost, couldn’t even find my way around (Where?)
Some haters played some games with me, but now they in the ground (Ground)
Dirty money, Gucci Mane, no hundreds in the ground (Guwop)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy

Gucci Mane – Backwards Lyrics

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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Zaytoven
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci (Yeah)
Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the Wizop, the- (Wop)
Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci Guwop, oh, the Gucci (Wop)
(Hah, Gucci)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
God keep coverin’ me with drip, I think he tryna smother me (On God)
They stopped me at the border, had too many felonies
I’m splashin’, I ain’t even drippin’ (Splashin’)
Laughin’, I ain’t even trippin’ (Haha)
I’m crashin’, I ain’t even dissin’ (Crash)
Heard you drop some, I ain’t even listen
No one realer, triller, street gorilla
I pull up like Chauncey Billups
Nigga don’t gas me, I don’t need a fill up
Pick her up and make her suck my dick ’til she hiccup
Wop lookin’ slim like a bicycle rim
But he’s bank obese, and his pockets on chubby
He’ll play head coach just like Lovie
Thuggin’ in public, these hoes love it
I double and triple, quadruple your budget
Baseball money like David Justice (Money)
Whole load sold, I ain’t even touched it (It’s sold)
Own our own kush, damn the room so musty
Most of you rappers all style, no substance
Big ol’ rocks on, they disgustin’
Niggas talk but never touch me (Nah)
Broke haters can’t tell me nothin’

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Fuck ’em (Woo, woo, woo, who?)
Yeah, this that Meek Mill, Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
Y’all niggas swingin’ through F&Ns
They gon’ come right back to you like a boomerang (Brrr)
Louis and Saint Laurent drip (Drip)
Pimp on these bitches like Pootie Tang (Pimpin’)
He wanna be ’bout that bitch
But we all fuckin’ her, so he don’t know who to blame
She wanna check from me, uh (Check)
She gotta check for me, uh (Check)
Fuckin’ the two baddest bitches off Instagram, they on that ecstasy (Aw, hey)
Hey, diamonds like Voss, and I got the sauce, I mix up the recipe (Woah)
‘Fore all this rappin’ shit, I was a trapper, the plug gon’ invest in me (Woah)
Jumped out the porch, I got a Porsche
Too many hitters, they can’t extort
I take a mil’ to table, no fork
Then split it up with my dawg like divorce
They shot at us, it was by force
We shot at them, they went to court
I don’t wan’ be with these niggas no more
I can’t even be with these niggas no more
Shorty said she only fuck trappers (Trappers)
End up fuckin’ with a rapper (For real?)
Damn, bitch, how you goin’ backwards? (Damn)
Diamonds on froze like Alaska (Freezin’)
That ain’t even none of my bidness (Bidness)
Put your face down and your ass up (Back down)
I am preachin’ to you like the pastor
I’ma keep runnin’ these bands up (Yeah)

[Bridge: Gucci Mane & Meek Mill]
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
All these diamonds on me make me handsome
Shawty fuckin’ on me like a dancer
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Went from a trapper to rapper
Damn, bitch, how you goin’ backwards? (Hah)

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Wow, I thought I was proud of you, but I take it back
You know what I’m saying?
Where your whips at? Where your titles at? Huh?
Where your shooters at?
Thought you had a plug, but you had a scrub
Damn

Chance The Rapper – My Own Thing lyrics

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Please don’t hit me in my DM
Promise that my BM gonna slide when she see ’em
I know she gonna see ’em ’cause I’m defa finna show her
Take her to the culprit then I take her to the store (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just like my personal space, got a circular waist
Pull my shirt when she work, work, work, work, work
If you work in my space, better keep that shit ‘fessional
I don’t like to be bothered when I work, work, work, work
Please leave me the fuck alone, new fiancée, that’s my cologne
Doin’ too much and sayin’ too much, that’s how y’all ass end up alone
I’ma just pimp off, you a send-off, I don’t really ever like to get involved
Got a baby, got a house, got in-laws, go and kick rocks

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

[Verse 2: Joey Purp (Chance the Rapper)]
Okay, don’t mind if it don’t pay me, it ain’t my biz
How you gon’ raise yo’ voice?
Gon’ raise yo’ money, won’t raise yo’ kids? (What?)
Bad little bitty in the city that I’m in (Yeah)
When I go and travel, I might have to take her with
She said, “How the car stop but the rims don’t?”
Ain’t wanna leave but I had to go, like Trey Songz
I was 18 with a ’98 (Yup) sellin’ 28s
Now I’m 25 sellin’ 16s (Yup), it’s a hunnid ways
My new girl a freak, she my type, she unique
Make her sang when we bang, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Tell my ex it’s a dub, that’s a wop, that’s unlikely
Put a bustdown of my wifey, like Gucci Mane, so icy

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

Gucci Mane – Be A Thug (Ft. Peter Man) Lyrics

[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m ? quick?
I’m tryna knock numbers like Tedd Turner
No super station, but I’m Gucci Mane, they super hating
Traid ? we ever traid, they coppying and duplecating
Coppywrite, cause ? fight
How I write it, they could never resite it, cause they never see it
Doing all that screaming on the mic don’t mean they really mean it
Elll you the truth, I leave the buth, I’m selling Yay
? so hard, I got ? 2 times a day
30 days, I just got out, and I surve 30 Js
Before I blaze, gotta have a blunt to ?
? the cheese, Imma find a way
It’s like I’m searching for a neadal in a stack of hey
The streets relate to these actual facts I’m kicking
I’m going hard, like that crack we cook in the kitchen
And every nigga I roll with a thug nigga
And every nigga in my clique sellin drugs nigga
[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 2: Peter Man]
I seen the ? bruh
Baddest like hoes? bruh
That shit for show bruh
Hold it, hold it, but ? bruh
? they talking bout some code, bruh
Never nothing too much for me, I got ?
They ain’t like it, I ain’t like it, but still I showed up
I done been broke, and I done broke them up
? money, niggas talking bout?
And I’m a slick nigga, ?
Nigga, tell you the truth, youa’ll be actin like yo making it up
You niggas scared, bruh
Think Imma reach inside my coat, and make m lay on the table

[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
? fresh as hell, nigga pain, I bring it
Dope slanging, keep that shit in my anus
There go 12, so I go, ?
Missed the kid ? saying get away from my stove
Fuck that ? motherfucker, I got too much blow
I gotta get off every ? what I perchised it for
I need a bag full of money, countin 50s and hundreds
I’m in this hallway, ? tryna get to this money
You think I’m funny, I ain’t laughing ? my Chetter?
Making dope transactions in the middle of traffic
I got a ? spinning 50, every goddamb hour
Making glass out of powder, I might sell you some flower
[Hook: Peter Man]
Rol? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll ? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll? hands up, be a thug
Die with yo guns up, be a thug
Roll? hands up, be a thug

Gucci Mane – Pay Me (Ft. Fruity) Lyrics

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I need a bitch that can pull me a bitch
Or turn a trick, or better yet, turn me on to a lick
I hope to know she a ho, who, who ain’t scared of this shit
I hope to know without a pimp, she a regular bitch
I give her gang for every situation, have her infatuated
I got the gift of gab, and the conversation who’s the nation
I need a couple more to expect Gucci’s operation
The one Matroppa Rapper, pimpin is my ocupation
So stop all that hezatation, all that procrastonation
Cooperation leads to indulging and fornacation
So Fruit, you say you love me, but bitch, I love the loot
I coppin blow, I’m in persute of a new prostitute

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse2: Fruity]
What you know about a ass shaking, money making nigga
Break a bitch, on some pimp shit, call me a pimp bitch
A surtified man, ? these hoes?
Tell him bring my money back, sure my shits in tackt, bitch
I say these bitches dreams, tell these hoes they on my team
A ? lookin ho, just done with ? skeem
Let me tell all you niggas a lil something bout me
I’m well trained, I’m off the chain, nigga, I ain’t ?

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 3: Fruty]
Some bitches talk the talk, but I be walking the walk
My nigga Gucci round M up, and I make sure they trick off
Dolo might, but I will, fuck you ? the ticket, pay yo meal
Some bitches need X, but my pussy be red and wet
Got so much game, guess you can say I’m a poetic pimp
VIP type bitch, I strut, fuck a limp
Niggas eyes be romen, when they see me pass
They wanna grab on this ass, I’m straight dropping for cash
? place a pillo under my knees?
Sippin and slerppin and spit
Hit a split and and slow ride yo dick, when I’m turnin tricks
All for the love of the straight drop clique
My nigga, all for the love of the straight drop clique

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

Y-Bash – Ballmaine lyrics

[Intro]
I can’t sleep I’m of that Caine 4x

[Hook]
Booted up Booted up Booted up
Like I’ve been shooting up
Fuck on that bitch she rooted up
Choppa bust your brain
I can’t even sleep I’m on that Caine yah
I just wanna die in new Balmain
We is not the same
Swear that by name
I ain’t even sane yah
Swear that by name
Swear that by name

[Verse]
High as fuck with my Woadies
Yeah they geekin
Your bitch on my dick sneaking
Like she sneaking
Yah Watch out for these niggas
Yeah the creepin’
Fuck right on that bitch
Oh yeah she squeezin’
Yah Yah Ice Cream with no bottle
Like I’m Gucci Mane man I fuck model
Man I fuck your bitch
She gone swallow, She gone swallow

[Bridge]
When I close my eyes
All see demons
All I see people
Yeah, that they dead
I can not brag
Yeah I get the bag
Then I Give back

[Pre-Chorus]
*Vocal Harmonisation*

[Hook]
Booted up Booted up Booted up
Like I’ve been shooting up
Fuck on that bitch she rooted up
Choppa bust your brain
I can’t even sleep I’m on that Caine yah
I just wanna die in new Balmain
We is not the same
Swear that by name
I ain’t even sane yah
Swear that by name
Swear that by name

[Outro]
Booted up 34x
I can’t even sleep
I’m on that Caine Yah
Booted up 40x

Lil Pump – Iced Out lyrics

(feat. 2 Chainz)

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yuh
Huh? Lil Pump, Lil Pump!
2-17 on the track man!

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch, it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain, iced out ring
Yeah, I feel like Gucci Mane, diamonds Aquafina, rain
I could pay your bitch a trip, Maseratis at the crib
She just love the way I drip, only wear designer kicks
Ayy, ayy, iced out chain, I’m a walkin’ Brinks truck
Keep my thang tucked, if I bust you better stay ducked
Dropped out 9th grade, dropped out straight to the Milwaukee Bucks
Could’ve been at Harvard servin’ juugs, but I don’t give a fuck

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch, it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Deuces
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, freezin’ (ice freezin’)
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, sneezin’ (achoo, sneezin’)
4, 5, 6 on (4, 5, 6 on)
Neck on freon (neck on freon)
Yellow like I peed on (yellow like I peed on)
I don’t fuck with peons (peons)
Primetime, Deion
What’s up, Lil Pump? (What’s up, Lil Pump?)
12 gauge, lil’ pump (lil’, lil’ pump)
Get money, rule one (rule one)
Lil’ waist, big butt (big butt)
I like the way it sit up (sit up)
You ain’t really gettin’ money (what?)
Put that lil’ shit up (hah, lil’ shit up)
I make ’em open stores (yeah)
I make ’em close the store (yeah)
I’m in the Gucci store (what?)
I’m ’bout to overdose (huh)
Pockets on overload
I never sold my soul
What you want me to turn it on?
I got the remote control

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch, it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Outro: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

Lil Pump – Gucci Gang (English Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That’s it right there, Gnealz
This nigga talkin’ crazy ’bout who, mane?
Shot a pussy nigga in his tooth, mane
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
*Lil Pump, Guwop*

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
(Lil Pump)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin’ me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin’ the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin’ out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in the picture, Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
Walkin’ out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
Lil’ bitty bitch, with a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I’m goin’ to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail (jail)
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin’ myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin’ anything
Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch
Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin’ everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin’ no diamonds
Y’all lil’ niggas poppin’, that’s chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ bitch, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil’ bitch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 3: French Montana]
(Haaan, Montana!)
Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane (ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (ayy) (Gucci gang)
Was yellin’ “Ha” way before Juvi’, mane (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
Nah, you ain’t like me
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Bills ain’t bills, a nigga like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
Seven pills, Act’ in my system (huh)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
Servin’ raw like sushi gang (huh)
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

Asap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky

Lyrics to ‘Asap Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky’ by Asap Rocky:

Tiffany Haddish, and more. Gucci and 21’s laconic styles are both idiomatic for London on da Track’s ominous, creeping backbeat. Gucci’s last, whispered, and classic-era-Gucci-styled verse (“Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fucking flashy/He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray”) is worth the price of admission for what might reasonably be considered an unremarkable song.

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A$AP Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky

[Intro: Gucci Mane, 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
Huh?
We got London On Da Track
It’s Guwop
Huh?
It’s Gucci
21, 21
Huh?

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & 21 Savage]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
I got so many M’s in my bank account, I can’t even count ’em
Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can’t even mount ’em
Too many zeros with ‘Sace pillows in my Phantoms
Too many bad bitches, I don’t cuff ’em, I just hand them (21)
Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don’t got time to lay up
Met my accountant at Ruth’s Chris, she told me that I’m way up (21)
I already back for seconds, I ain’t even clean my plate up
Ran me up a hunned M’s and then I put my bay up (21)
Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal
I ain’t take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)
All my diamonds carrots, dem lil’ pointers be two lil’
Glaziers in my ear, I need a cup, they ’bout to spill

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & A$AP Rocky]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I feel like I’m Rocky

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & (?)]
Huh?
How you gone play D, you can’t even take D
Too many fake me’s
Way too many fake daps, way too many fake ‘$APs
And I put it on me and I want another ring
Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve ’em like the other team (skrt)
You can still hear the sneaks (woo, swoosh)
Ballin’ in some Dungarees
Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team?
For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league
Heard you the nigga overseas, but that’s only overseas
I’m the one who oversees shit, "Oh man, it’s him again"
I’m up in the rim, they the raided M&M’s
Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands
My girlfriend got a little friend
All the way on the other end
‘Cause she don’t deal with the middle man
Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes
Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes (A$AP)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby , I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (yeah)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Just pass me the rock and watch him go
Just run me the play and let me know
With a broken leg, I let it go (leggo, leggo, leggo)
I ain’t gotta say it ’cause they know (woo)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fuckin’ flashy
He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray
So, so deaf to these suckers, I’m like JD in ’03
My hoe said that I’m too cocky, I don’t play nothin’ but me
These girls got nothing to show you, I’ll give you something to see
These dudes keep comin’ up short like they a pair of capris
Don’t group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin’ me
Them dudes ain’t got nothin’ on me, I got a money disease
I’m too cold for these suckers, they ain’t got more money than me
I wear my mink in the summer when it’s one-hundred-three (burr)
I make a bitch feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me
I know that bitch want to fuck me, but she’s to tiny for me
She’s my way out the highway, you either like or leave
This Rollie cost us the G’s, a couple bricks on my sleeve (yeah)
When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme
A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine
It’s Guwop

[Chorus: Gucci Mane, & Young Thug]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (it’s Gucci)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (Wizop)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (damn)
We got London On Da Track

Migos – “Gang Gang” Lyrics

(Intro)
Would you oooh
Would you oooh

(Verse 1)
Hey, I know this might sound weird to say
But would you love me if I ran away? (away)
I know you probably think I’m insane
Ain’t nothin’ change but the pocket change ( pocket change)
I know they gotta feel my pain (feel it)
I make them birds on the hill sang (brr)
And everywhere I go they know my name (and what you claim)

(Bridge)
Cuz I be reppin’ gang gang (gang gang)
Posted with the gang gang (gang gang)
Pull up wit’ the gang gang (gang gang)
Suit up wit’ the gang gang (gang gang)
I be reppin’ gang gang (gang gang)
I shoot wit’ the gang gang (gang gang)
Bang wit’ the gang gang (gang gang)
Ride out wit’ the gang gang (gang gang)
Always rep the gang gang
Always rep the gang gang gang gang (gang)
Always rep the gang gang gang gang
Whole lotta gang shit gang gang gang (gang)
Whole lotta gang shit ay gang gang gang yeah

(Verse 2)
She froze up when that ghost came
Big body rolls it be hoggin’ up both lanes
She lift her nose up when she want that cocaine
I lift my doors up the Lambo take propane
I throw my show in for hoes in the chokehold
At the door, we take cell phones no photos
Money comin’ in too much I can’t hold, truckload
I’m hot I can’t be trappin’ in the streets they want the plug fo’
And all I want is nachos
And all I want is Huncho (Huncho)
Pulls strings like a banjo (banjo)
And the keys a piano (piano)
Take me back to the back do’ (bad do’)
I can see my foot on a door knob
Make it back to the gang that’s the whole job
Chop it up and just talk about what we got
Whatcha got? Whatcha got? Whatcha got?
Whippin’ that Draco brr
And she said she love me but that’s something we’ll never know (never know)
Honestly, that’s all I really wanna know (wanna know)
Ain’t tryna waste my time its time to let you go (let you go)
I can’t go out sad about a hoe
And to that money I propose

(Outro)
I can’t get upset about a hoe
Yeah no
Married to the money I propose
Always rep the gang gang gang gang
Suit up with the gang gang
Always rep the gang gang gang gang
I be reppin’ gang gang
Whole lotta gang shit gang gang gang
Hit her with that gang gang
Whole lotta gang shit gang gang gang
Always reppin’ gang gang

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Migos – Emoji A Chain Lyrics

(Intro: Future)
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’ma shoot you

(Pre-Chorus: Offset)
Hey, I, count the guwop (count, count)
Set up shop (oh, oh), f**k the cops (f**k 12)
Wayne worried (not at all)
Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh lord)
And these, thotties ain’t got manners, slurpin’

(Chorus: Offset)
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (hey)
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (whoo)
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (hey)
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (whoo)
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain (rain)
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain

(Verse 1: Offset)
Ni**as out here ain’t got stain (yeah)
Making this money, been balling on ni**as
They think I’ve been sounding too lame
Pull up and “what the f**k ni**a” that’s strange (what the f**k)
Water on my neck and my wrist (splash, splash)
Look at this fluid (splash)
200 sit on my dash, smash
12, I’ma lose ’em
Hot commodity, the dope on hot commodity
The drop is on fire
I’m at the top and I took your slot, you ni**as ain’t hot (cold)
Go to the lot and drop
I want the drop, robot
Ni**as gon’ talk and pop
You get shot out your socks
What you want lil mama? Go ‘head and f**k on my partner
Comfort your head like a liner
White, these diamonds albino
Wrapping the brick like a gyro
Migo gang Cinco De Mayo

(Pre-Chorus: Offset)
Hey, I, count the guwop (count, count)
Set up shop (oh, oh), f**k the cops (f**k 12)
Wayne worried (not at all)
Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh lord)
And these, thotties ain’t got manners, slurpin’

(Chorus: Offset)
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain

(Verse 2: Takeoff)
Flipping the bird, I put a brick in her purse
These ni**as evil, a curse
I pray and send ’em to church
I’ma pull up on your turf
I’m with the smoking, who get it first
No addy but I’ma learn
I ain’t been hurt since birth
I know my rights and worth
Birds and Gerald LaVert
I show you the plug at work
He careful from sittin’ but I was a curve
She pull up on me, a curve
Hop in the Rolls and swerve
The watch two tone
It’s white and red so much water
I’ma have to learn how to surf

(Pre-Chorus: Offset)
Hey, I, count the gwap (count, count)
Set up shop (oh, oh), f**k the cops (f**k 12)
Wayne worried (not at all)
Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh lord)
And these, thotties don’t got manners, slurpin’

(Chorus: Offset)
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain

(Verse 3: Quavo)
You can’t get a bag, makin’ me laugh (hah) my hips
I Gucci my belt, makin’ an emoji my whip (emoji)
Huncho barbarian, McLaren, I park at fif’s
And the comparison, I’m staring at lines of shrimps
Cruise, of course, like a blimp
Dunking a boat like I’m Kim
Slangin the (?) like a chimp
Shot on me walk with a limp
ni**as so don’t attempt
Ice on change the temp
No sense bangin’ them
Don’t let strangers in
Twist your fingers in
Gangsters sh*t begin
Used to get in and kickin’ the doors and now I want the back end
Used to sleep on Metro’s floors, f**kin’ a b**ch and her friend
Waking them up with a text, say “hoe, let your day begin”

(Pre-Chorus: Offset)
Hey, I, count the gwap (count, count)
Set up shop (oh, oh), f**k the cops (f**k 12)
Wayne worried (not at all)
Diamonds (diamonds) on my wrist look like McFlurry’s (oh lord)
And these, thotties don’t got manners, slurpin’

(Chorus: Offset)
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain
Put on the Patek, changing the weather
The sh*t turning into the rain

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Listen Migos and Post Malone New Song “Notice Me”

Migos link up with Post Malone on their new Culture II single “Notice Me.”

The album comes with 24 tracks so last week when Migos said Culture II would be the biggest album of the year they weren’t joking. “Notice Me” is one of the standout tracks with Post Malone taking care of the chorus and Quavo coming through for the bridge. “Saint Laurent upon my feet / All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me / And you know I got that Rol’ on me / I put it slow on me,” he raps.

Aside from Post Malone, there are some big names on the album like 2 Chainz, Gucci Mane, 21 Savage, Big Sean, Travis Scott, and Drake who is featured on the hot new single “Walk It Talk It.” Post and 21 Savage currently has one of the most popular songs in the country with “Rockstar” holding firm at No. 3 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart.

Listen Migos and Post Malone new single “Notice Me” below.

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Listen Drake and Migos New Song – “Walk It Talk It”

Drake came through for Migos on their new single “Walk It Talk It” off Culture II.

The album is now out and Drake is among a all-star lineup on the guest list that also includes, Big Sean, Nicki Minaj, Gucci Mane, 21 Savage, Post Malone, Cardi B, and more. The 6 God has been breaking streaming records all week so naturally fans are already gravitating towards this single “Walk It Talk It.” The track was produced by Kanye West, Kevin Federline, and Southside.

“Aye! I gotta stay in my zone / Say that we been beefing, dog / But you on your own! / First night, she gon’ let me f**k ‘Cause we grown / I hit her, gave her back,” Drake raps while Quavo did the chorus. Each of the Migos rappers came through with a verse.

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Gucci Mane Might Want To Stay Out Of The Hood Another Rapper Warns

Gucci Mane made a visit to his hood recently and it stirred up a lot of bad blood.

The East Atlanta Santa posted a photo of himself leaving a convenience store in Bouldercrest over the Christmas holiday. He was wearing a Gucci tracksuit and carrying a scratch-off lottery ticket in one hand, but it’s his caption that got the most attention. “Face I make when they say Guwop don’t run Bouldercrest like #ElGato,” he wrote. He also posted another photo of himself inside the convenience store where he wrote, “At the Texaco on Bouldercrest I sold nicks and dimes at as a teenager.”

Another rapper from the East Atlanta neighborhood, Young Nudy, fired off a shot on Instagram basically saying that he is the one who locks down Bouldercrest. “Last time I checked #PDE #Run #Bouldercrest We Don’t No buddy He don’t Be in the hood Dats A big CAP I got the hold #Bouldercrest #and #Eastatlant #mygucci #voice,” Nudy wrote.

Gucci Mane released an album in December last year titled “The Return of East Atlanta Santa” where he paid homage to his hood.

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Gucci Mane – Peepin Out The Blinds

[Intro]
Gato, ha
They count to my chart
Take my shit, you should post too
Ka, ba, gato

[Chorus]
Firing at niggas, I’m firing at niggas
I’m firing at niggas outside
I feel like Malcolm X I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out firing at niggas, firing at niggas
I hear sirens, I’m firin’, I’m firing at niggas
I’m like Malcolm X, I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out

[Verse 1]
Bow, bow, bow
Man down, click clack
Who your man now
Know you heard ’bout Gucci Mane that boy ’bout letting that thang sound
You stunt on Instagram, I’m in a rental van now
Don’ know how this shit gon’ turn, but I won’t run my mouth
Nigga run up on me, Imma back his ass down
Imma stand up, nigga, I will never lay down
I bad place by the cartel, they gon’ knock us head down
One thing ’bout the Eskimos, dem boys don’t fuck around
Jamaican plugs and Mexicans, they spoilin’ me with pounds
Medellín affiliated, grow it out the ground
We grow it out the ground

[Chorus]
Firing at niggas, I’m firing at niggas
I’m firing at niggas outside
I feel like Malcolm X I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out firing at niggas, firing at niggas
I hear sirens, I’m firin’, I’m firing at niggas
I’m like Malcolm X, I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out

[Verse 2]
Boston, George Diego flow, my bitch like Griselda though
Thousand pounds of yellow dough
Rich ass junkie, full of money
Cameras watchin’ every door
Ten mill in an envelope
Banana boat with telescope
I count 2 mil on Periscope
Duplex is exceptional, burglar bars protect the door
Draco on the floor, and AR-15 on the sectional
And young nigga with plenty dough
I done hit so many hoes
Eenie menie minie hoe, I’m way he’s protection though
My Smith and Wesson teach a lesson what you call your brother for?
You ain’t even special hoe, why you gettin’ all extra for
Why that nigga pull up to my truck acting aggressive for?
I bless you I don’t stress you, if it’s pressure then it’s pressure (grra)

[Chorus]
Firing at niggas, I’m firing at niggas
I’m firing at niggas outside
I feel like Malcolm X I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out firing at niggas, firing at niggas
I hear sirens, I’m firin’, I’m firing at niggas
I’m like Malcolm X, I’m peepin’ out the blinds
Don’t care if it’s nine hundred niggas outside
I’m coming out

[Outro]
Man down, click clack!
Who your man now

Gucci Mane Drops “El Gato The Human Glacier” Album: Listen

Gucci Mane is back with another album just before Christmas, El Gato The Human Glacier.

The 11 track album comes with not a single guest feature and was produced entirely by Southside. On the project you can find singles like “Peeping Out The Blinds,” “Mall,” “Side EFX,” “El Gato’s Revenge,” and more. With this new freezing album, Gucci Mane caps off a big year where he he dropped a joint project, Droptopwop, with Metro Boomin, another solo album, Mr. Davis, in October, and getting married to his longtime girlfriend Keyshia Ka’oir.

Aside from Cardi B, Gucci Mane perhaps had one of the biggest years in hip hop among artists after being shipped home from prison in May last year looking a lot healthier and happier. The East Atlanta Santa rapper announced the new album last month, telling his fans on social media that it will arrive in time for Christmas. He made good on that promise and his fans are happy. He also informed us that the project will come with no guest feature despite 21 Savage being featured on the “Just Like It.” But Savage is not credited on the album for the feature.

Gucci Mane announced earlier this week that he will be making a movie about the album. “I’m gone make a movie about #ElGatoTheHumanGlacier so consider the 12 songs as my first screenplay,” he wrote on Twitter. Listen to the new album El Gato The Human Glacier on Apple Music below.

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Gucci Mane Reveals “El Gato Human Glacier” Album Release Date & Artwork

It will be a ice cold Christmas for Gucci Mane.

Guwop just reveals the release date and the cover art for his upcoming album El Gato The Human Glacier. The project is slated for a December 22, 2017 release and the artwork features a ice sculpture of Gucci Mane’s head beside a lion carved on the side of a glacier. “#ElGatoTheHumanGlacier drops Dec22nd !!! Brrr F**k a Feature,” the Atlanta rapper wrote. The last part of his statement indicates that the album will likely comes without any guest features.

Gucci Mane first announced the new album last month, just weeks after dropping his last project Mr. Davis just before his wedding date. The project has guest verses from Chris Brown, Nicki Minaj, Migos, Monica, Slim Jxmmi, ASAP Rocky, Big Sean and more. El Gato The Human Glacier will be the third album Gucci released this year after delivering DropTopWop, a collaborative effort with Metro Boomin, in May.

Last year, Gucci Mane drops another album just before Christmas, The Return Of East Atlanta Santa, which was released on December 16. Since his released from prison in May last year, Guwop has already released around half a dozen projects. The “Members Only” rapper is currently working on more upcoming projects including a movie with Rick Ross, due for release sometime next year.

Migos – Roll In Peace (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Verse 1: Offset]
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin’ light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie, yeah, that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds, yeah, they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it
Count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it
Thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m O-Dog from Menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the Lord, forgive me (hey)

[Verse 2: TakeOff]
Pop me a missile (ayy)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Whole gang itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lenny
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail ’em
Which way? Dat way, tell ’em, ayy

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Man it’s Gucci Mane the Goat
And I’m at these rappers throats
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna keep afloat
Yeah it’s Wop the Guwopster
I live like a mobster
Eat shrimp and lobster
I flew in with a chopper
Breaking bread that’s my breakfast
Two bitches I’m so selfish
I wanna cut her off
Her head too good it got me helpless
Ya should feel embarrassed
I just touched down in Paris
My homie said he single but his side-bitches are married
Save some for the drama though
Guess I’m still the DJ
[?]
So I’m throwing cash and repay
Flush it on the freeway
Got cash [?] 3k
Countin’ cash for three days and all my pussy’s prepaid

Gucci Mane New Album “El Gato” May Arrive By Year End


Gucci Mane drop his new album, Mr. Davis, in October and now he might drop his next project, El Gato, by the end of the year.

Gucci is known to drop a lot of project simultaneously so this move shouldn’t come as a surprise. About two weeks after dropping Mr. Davis, the Atlanta rapper announced his next album, El Gato: The Human Glacier, on Twitter. “I’m naming my next album #El Gato the #HumanGlacier I wanna make 10 mo million for my honeymoon #1017 #MrDavisTheAlbum,” he tweeted.

Sources around the production are saying that he is looking to drop the album before Christmas. “The album is coming possibly before Christmas and that’s a fact,” sources told us. “El Gato look out because it will be album of the year contender and some surprise guest will be on it. This will be a Christmas present for the fans.” Gucci Mane just renewed his contract with Atlantic Records for a whopping $10 million, so perhaps that was the $10 million he spoke of when he announced that album last month.

Gucci Mane has released 11 studio albums since 2005 and since his released from prison last year May he released four albums including a joint project with Metro Boomin, DropTopWop. Gucci has been laser focused on making his money this year and has even found a way to profit off his wedding by having it broadcast on BET live. Seems he also found a way to profit off his honeymoon.

I'm naming my next album #El Gato the #HumanGlacier I wanna make 10 mo million for my honeymoon #1017 #MrDavisTheAlbum

— Gucci Mane (@gucci1017) October 24, 2017