Shootin' for it, gun, gunnin' for it Guwop, so high, I could skydive Shootin' for it, gun, gunnin' for it Guwop I'm so high that I could skydive I ain't wore levi's since '89 My tree-house like it's teatime But tea time is lean time
So I'm rich, kiss my behind My verse so hard, make you rewind Got 8 artists, but meantime Matter fact, naw, its thug and peewee time Watches on, it's freeze time Going in like pe time Sell seashell, I got c4 and if I see a hater, then it pulls out
Fuck a bird and a bitch, I need a bird in the hand Tell your bitch you a camel, make her walk through the sand Jump on the plane with 10000 grams Cookin' up dope, 10000 hands Cookin' up dope, 10000 pants I just fucked my 10000th fan
Got 10000, 10000 bands Got so much money that I'm hurting my hand Cut 'em off, I don't need you man How you bite that hand that feed you man? Like I feed that nigga, I bleed that nigga I don't need that nigga, I bleach that nigga
All my niggas they shootin' for it All my niggas they gunnin' for it Mpa, I'm shootin' for it Bsm, I'm gunnin' for it 1017 I'm shootin' for it Dirt gang, nigga, I'm gunnin' for it
Nigga don't know about 'wop? He better learn somethin' Gucci mane got them young niggas Them young niggas gone burn somethin' Niggas say that time'll tell, but time Gone tell I turn this nigga Time better tell I'm a burn that nigga Gucci mane, you better learn somethin'
You can earn somethin', come duke out with me Run up on 'wop, come shoot out with me Gucci mane ain't no wicked nigga, my clip out here hold 150 Many men wish death on me, so guwop feel just like young 50 3 Tear drops, gotta get 3 more Cause I can't go out like pac and biggie I'm a shootin' for you 'for I talk to you
Chalk ya 'for I talk ya I'mma splack 'for I dap ya I'mma nap ya 'for I tap ya 'For I smurf you, I'mma hurt you 'For I meet you, I'mma murk you 'For I call you, I'mma call on you I'mma smoke you, close call fool
Compositores: Radric Delantic Davis (Gucci Mane), Rodrequez Dejuan Yancy (C4) ECAD: Obra #17977658