Gucci Mane - Gas And Mud (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Gucci Mane - Gas And Mud (Lyrics - Paroles)

Gucci Mane - Gas And Mud (Lyrics - Paroles)
[Intro:]
Aye Scream, time to turn up my nigga
I’m on my hood rich shit right now
I’m on my Brick Squad shit right now man
I’m on my trap God shit man, trap God man
It time to turn up, it time to go crazy out here man
You know what I’m talkin bout?

[Verse 1:]
Slow down Gucci, steel bomb Gucci
Remember when I used to drive all that hoof (fuck it)
Get packed shawty, dirty call shawty
And why they calling em out your pocket
Ain’t no God damn bounce,
I would run to sun valley with a damn thing sign
And I can’t lie I try to serve every God damn judge
Smoking gas and drinking mud but you can keep your Budweiser
She’s a blind begging bitch so I don’t wanna stand by em
If you pull ounces up then I don’t wanna drink with ya
If you ain’t get money I don’t wanna languish
I bring the pot to the water I could catch a sandwich
I had to kick you out the squad, you was the weakest link nigga

[Hook:]
Gas gas you know I got the cash
Kinda threw you up, check 4 thousand for a benz
Gas gas send it really fast
The Benjies can’t win, you know this shit the game
Mud, mud gotta keep it mud
Anger little pint nigga I can show you love
Mud, mud you know I’m drinking mud,
I might pull the whole paint ’cause I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 2:]
All this mud drink the bush, standing rocking round the club
I’m a drug dealer, real killer, mean mugging fuck
I have you licking for this nigga I’m the one that shot your drow
And if you really wanna go to war then I don’t give a fuck
Got em Bentley with the paper tint, booth back full of gas
Pockets can’t hold on all the cash, I can lawn your man some swag
And I pull that pistol fat PIPs hang out my ass
You said your money buy the jet but bitch I could go buy your jet
Remember 1990 since the year that I will rock it back
I wasn’t even 20 yet, I Twitted with 20 bricks
Had to deal al kind of shit, ya’ll nigga just full of shit
I just run too faster that you try to drink your pain away

[Hook:]
Gas gas you know I got the cash
Kinda threw you up, check 4 thousand for a benz
Gas gas send it really fast
The Benjies can’t win, you know this shit the game
Mud, mud gotta keep it mud
Anger little pint nigga I can show you love
Mud, mud you know I’m drinking mud,
I might pull the whole paint ’cause I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 3:]
Don’t drag it dirty, woke up really late,
I used to drag up early I like the way it taste
Drinkin all these haters this our love to drag the grace
They catch you with this purse my nigga you might catch a case
You lost the toss up, proceed with caution
On the buzz and I ain’t takin no loses
Smoke the gas, let em sippin no possin
Pull up on and I’m a hear my talking
Got a body but it be my charge,
Two Ferrari is I got real horses,
New charge and I send it on forges
G 5 touchdown on mallin
Poppin pills like I have buses
Middle school or just buy three Porsches
Louie Vuittons but I wear it like bosses
Burberry in my box is shortless
Louie V this where my shorts is
So in Philly that’s where my heart is
26s so I’m sending real high, ride in the sky say play by law it is

[Hook:]
Gas gas you know I got the cash
Kinda threw you up, check 4 thousand for a benz
Gas gas send it really fast
The Benjies can’t win, you know this shit the game
Mud, mud gotta keep it mud
Anger little pint nigga I can show you love
Mud, mud you know I’m drinking mud,
I might pull the whole paint ’cause I don’t give a fuck

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