a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

gucci mane - riding dirty lyrics

[intro: gucci mane]
f-ck an informer, f-ckin’ told ya, f-ckin’ c-ckroaches
i ain’t eyeballing sh-t, nah, it all mine n-gga
i ain’t selling sh-t clean anymore n-gga

[verse 1: gucci mane]
man i ain’t eyeballing sh-t i let the scale do it (f-ck that sh-t)
man i ain’t riding cross the country i let the mail do it (say what)
i know them cops on my chop, but i just sell music
these n-ggas don’t have heart to fight, they’d rather let 12 do it
i’d rather be judged by twelve than carried by six n-ggas (fosho)
i feel like a one man army i got like six clips n-gga
you know one than bout lil pimpin’ n-gga, he never slippin’ n-gga
i come through light up your block like it was christmas n-gga (wooooho)

[hook: gucci mane]
riding dirty man they said that i had 9 birdies, 9 birdies
man they tryna’ catch me riding dirty, riding dirty
got 2 guns you know i’m riding dirty
riding dirty, riding dirty, n-gga riding dirty
riding dirty, man them folks so i sent nine birdies
nine birdies, thats the verdict n-gga, nine birdies, nine birdies n-gga
man i got this dirty 30, dirty pistol, i’m a motherf-ckin’ dirty n-gga
dirty n-gga i spent like 80 thousand for bart simpson
i was tripping’ then i went and spent a whole million
whole million yeah i got a whole buncha green bills
got a fork and i got them bands in them

[verse 2: gucci mane]
i wish i would catch a n-gga with his hands in it
find that n-gga dead with his f-ckin’ pants in it
send a box to ya papa with a hundred grand in it
he came back in the north he fill with them pt’s in it
that gucci gas man you ain’t gon have a seed in it
that gucci gas man you ain’t gon have a seed in it
i’m sittin’ on top of bentley you know i’m sippin’ (sippin’, sippin’, sippin’)
pour some lean on her t-tties now they sticky (sticky, sticky, sticky)

- gucci mane lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS