Wish You on Me

Man this shit crazy

In this crib shit is f*ckin crazy

Uh!

It's Guwop

It's Guwop

I got 100 young niggas screamin I don't give a f*ck

Got them pistols in the club, wish a nigga would touch me

Nigga what? You think Gucci give a f*ck?

Sayin that you f*ck with Gucci but he know he don't trust me

Then I rush, nigga better catch a cut

Got that 4-4 on my gut, I don't need no nigga but me

I'm a thug, yea my mama raised a thug

But I'm a multimillionaire, you wish you motherf*ckin was me

Nigga wish you was the motherf*ckin Gucci Mane

But stop man with yo wishin there cause on the real you trippin man

And I know bands can make her dance but I can't really dance

You spend 100 thousand on it they will really glance

I throw so much money on me, I need hammer pants

And we can bet 1 million, that's if you's a gambling man

I ain't runnin from it, I was borned in Birmingham

East Atlanta, been there moved so check my Instagram

I'm a shooter, I'm a builder and I'm a business man

I talk so disrespectful that I hurt yo feelings damn

I whip and took a pass then to you, I need them extra grams

And when that choppa blip my bitch ya'll say I'm goin HAM

I got 100 young niggas screamin I don't give a f*ck

Got them pistols in the club, wish a nigga would touch me

Nigga what? You think Gucci give a f*ck?

Sayin that you f*ck with Gucci but he know he don't trust me

Then I rush, nigga better catch a cut

Got that 4-4 on my gut, I don't need no nigga but me

I'm a thug, yea my mama raised a thug

But I'm a multimillionaire, you wish you motherf*ckin was me

I'm f*ckin with the young niggas, all my niggas thuggin

Robin Hood of the city, all my niggas struggling

Big money Gucci nigga, I don't do the buget

Feel just like easy when he made easy does it

Rap niggas name drop, Gucci Mane cocaine drop

Thought it was a choppa, 100 bottles of champagne popped

Thought I was a doctor, 50 pints on my counter top

4-58 cause I just load a Ferrari shop

Pray to be a hustla, man I got it from grandpa

In the kitchen cookin' Rest In Peace to my grandma

Nigga ran off so I'm a blow his f*ckin' head off

You can work for me 'cause now you got a dead boss

I got 100 young niggas screamin I don't give a f*ck

Got them pistols in the club, wish a nigga would touch me

Nigga what? You think Gucci give a f*ck?

Sayin that you f*ck with Gucci but he know he don't trust me

Then I rush, nigga better catch a cut

Got that 4-4 on my gut, I don't need no nigga but me

I'm a thug, yea my mama raised a thug

But I'm a multimillionaire, you wish you motherf*ckin was me