Gucci Mane ft. M0NTE & Kg Wapo Lyrics

(Steel)

Ok Steelio official

When we shoot bet we won't miss you

It ain't shit to go dismiss you

I made 5k my initials (uh)

She suck on my pickle

Counting green my dick her dental

Don't let them hoes in my temple

Call my 5 or baby nickel

These hoes be sentimental

Make that call they go and get him

Tricked his ass like it's a riddle

Bet these bullets make him tickle

She eat my dick like a McGriddle

I got bodies on my mental

We gon take his fucking pistol

Biggest 5 it ain't shit little

Aye bitch I feel like Gucci Mane we might just bring him pain

Send a hit on me we send him back without a fucking face

Designer murder I'm gon smoke a nigga in some new Marsae

Gave the opp hoe dick she set him up we caught him on a date

Wapo in that foreign and he sliding with them hoes

Pull up Key Santana he be sliding with them 4s

I can't do no stopping bitch I'm forever on go

I spent 5k on this outfit might just call up Steelio

Bitch I been that nigga since I came up out the womb

I just walked inside this party I'm the highest in the room

Put a V8 in the AMG that bitch it go like vroom

When I die it's gon say realest nigga ever on my tomb

Bitch I'm hanging out the ride yelling fuck 12

Ima keep it quiet you might go and tell

I got God on my side so I can't never fail

I got God on my side so I can't go to hell

Bitch I'm hanging out the ride yelling fuck 12

Ima keep it quiet you might go and tell

I got God on my side so I can't never fail

I got God on my side so I can't go to hell

Pop him now he gone my nigga

Pussy boy died off the liquor

Shot that nigga in his liver

Steel too cold gon make him shiver

Foenem tweaking off them jiggas

He up glock but ain't pull trigger

Fly to the moon like hidden figures

Lil opp bitch try taking pictures

Pop out late like Jimmy Kimmel all my niggas they gon get you

Just threw this pill back so I'm bussing niggas drinking robitussin

Your hoe she all up on my dick I get a room we get a room we get to tussling

You got a gun you ain't gon shoot fuck nigga why you steady clutching

Exotic cars exotic broads my nigga he a pull your card

I got a nigga that know everything about you he ain't Nard

I'm in the paint like Shaq and you ain't come my way I'm blocking hard

The trap house jumping just like Gucci in 06 come get a shard

(Steel) aye bitch I feel like Gucci Mane we might just bring him pain

Send a hit on me we send him back without a fucking face

Designer murder I'm gon smoke a nigga in some new Marsae

Gave the opp hoe dick she set him up we caught him on a date