Released: March 17, 2015
Songwriter: Gucci Mane
[Chorus:]
She choosin but nigga you losin
When I’m cruisin my top I’m losin
In Vegas gamblin’ all night but I’m losin
Just bought a ten pack
I hope it ain’t losin
I bet 50 with the hoes but they losin’
And she a bad bitch so she don’t like losin’
I hope these niggas don’t try me, I’ll lose it
I told her strap everyday and I’ll use it
[Verse 1:]
Bad as hell, got me mad as hell
From her toes to her nails
& Got a tail like a whale
Only time a tell
I’m sending packs in the mail
Imma fool with a scale
And I’m more plugged than the mail
And when my pack hit ATL
It’s like my number just fell
I’m catchin juggs just right before pre-trial
I don’t give no fuck bout no 12
And if all else fails
I’ll be trappin at the tel’
I gotta house in the hills
And a penthouse ? 12
I move ??? like I was Derek Farell
My mama moved me East Atlanta
Like the Prince of Bel Air
Man all the dueces I sold
Man I should get the chair
Ain’t no excuse my nigga
Ask you why you broke as hell
It’s Gucci!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
A lot of niggas wanna be like Gucci
Fuck around a murder charge like Boosie
I know the feds wanna kill me like Tookie
Yo brother suck a glass dick like Pookie
I was makin music still servin dueces
Walkin just draw salute me or shoot me
I serve bags, serve pipe, serve looseys
I sip lean like a nigga come from Houston
How you feel knowin yo favorite rapper pussy
In his video dancin like Missy
Gold Audemar 90 thousand plain jane
I threw the rocks in it
Cost me 160
[Chorus]
[Gucci Talking:]
Wat happenin
I’ll never date a loser
I went to the casino and lost like a muthafucka
Damn I couldn’t even find the shit I was lost
Police tried to pull me over but I lost them
I lost one of my hoes out there
One of my best bitches
Think I lost track what I was finna say
This bitch must of lost her fuckin mind
Smokin on kush I done lost my keys
I winnin
You losin
It’s Gucci
It’s Gucci!
[Chorus]
She choosin but nigga you losin
When I’m cruisin my top I’m losin
In Vegas gamblin’ all night but I’m losin
Just bought a ten pack
I hope it ain’t losin
I bet 50 with the hoes but they losin’
And she a bad bitch so she don’t like losin’
I hope these niggas don’t try me, I’ll lose it
I told her strap everyday and I’ll use it
[Verse 1:]
Bad as hell, got me mad as hell
From her toes to her nails
& Got a tail like a whale
Only time a tell
I’m sending packs in the mail
Imma fool with a scale
And I’m more plugged than the mail
And when my pack hit ATL
It’s like my number just fell
I’m catchin juggs just right before pre-trial
I don’t give no fuck bout no 12
And if all else fails
I’ll be trappin at the tel’
I gotta house in the hills
And a penthouse ? 12
I move ??? like I was Derek Farell
My mama moved me East Atlanta
Like the Prince of Bel Air
Man all the dueces I sold
Man I should get the chair
Ain’t no excuse my nigga
Ask you why you broke as hell
It’s Gucci!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
A lot of niggas wanna be like Gucci
Fuck around a murder charge like Boosie
I know the feds wanna kill me like Tookie
Yo brother suck a glass dick like Pookie
I was makin music still servin dueces
Walkin just draw salute me or shoot me
I serve bags, serve pipe, serve looseys
I sip lean like a nigga come from Houston
How you feel knowin yo favorite rapper pussy
In his video dancin like Missy
Gold Audemar 90 thousand plain jane
I threw the rocks in it
Cost me 160
[Chorus]
[Gucci Talking:]
Wat happenin
I’ll never date a loser
I went to the casino and lost like a muthafucka
Damn I couldn’t even find the shit I was lost
Police tried to pull me over but I lost them
I lost one of my hoes out there
One of my best bitches
Think I lost track what I was finna say
This bitch must of lost her fuckin mind
Smokin on kush I done lost my keys
I winnin
You losin
It’s Gucci
It’s Gucci!
[Chorus]
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