Backwards (feat. Meek Mill)

Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucc' (Gucc') (Yeah)

Wizop there, Wizop there, Wizop there

Wizop there, Wizop there (Guwop)

Gucci there, Gucci there, Gucci there

Gucci, Guwop, oh that Gucc' (Gucc') (Guwop)

(It's Gucci)

God keep coverin' me with drip, I think He tryna smother me

They stopped me at the border, had too many felonies

I'm splashin', I ain't even drippin'

Laughin', I ain't even trippin'

I'm crashin', I ain't even dissin'

Heard he dropped somethin', I ain't even listen

No one realer, triller, street gorilla

I pull up like Chauncey Billups

Nigga, don't gas me, I don't need a fill-up

Took her up and make her suck my dick till she hiccup

Wild nigga slim like a bicycle rim

But his bank obese and the pockets on chubby

Hit up like head-cold just like Lovett

Thuggin' in public, these hoes love it

I double and triple, quadruple your budget

Baseball money like David Justice

Whole load sold, I ain't even touched it

Underarm kush, damn, the room so musty

Most of you rappers all style, no substance

Big ol' rocks on, they disgust me

Niggas talk but never touch me

Broke haters can't tell me nothin'

(Fuck 'em)

Yeah, this that Meek Mill 'n' Gucci Mane

Young nigga swim through F and N's

They gon' come right back through, like a boomerang

Louis and Saint Laurent drip, ooh

Pimp on these bitches like Pootie Tang

He wanna be by that bitch but we all fuckin' her

So he don't know who to blame

She want a check from me, huh

She gotta check for me, huh

Fuckin' the two baddest bitches on Instagram

They on the ecstasy, hey

Diamonds like Voss, and I got the sauce

I mix up the recipe

Before all this rappin' shit, I was a trapper

The plug gon' invest in me

Woah, jumped off the porch

I got a Porsche, too many hitters

They can't extort, I take that meal to the table, no fork

Then split it up with my dogs like divorce

They shot at us, it was by force

We shot at them, they went to court

I don't wan' beef with these niggas no more

I cannot beef with these niggas no more

Shorty says she only fuck trappers

Ended up fuckin' with a rapper

Damn, bitch, how you go backwards?

Diamonds all froze like Alaska

That ain't even none of my business

Put your face down and your ass up

I ain't preachin' to you like the pastor

I'ma keep runnin' these bands up, yeah

Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up

Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up

All these diamonds on me make me handsome

Shorty fuckin' on me like a dancer

Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up

Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up

Went from a trapper to a rapper

Damn, bitch, how you go backwards?

Wow, I thought I was proud of you

But I take it back

You wouldn't understand

When you out with a stack

Or are you tired of that

Where these shooters at

Thought you had a plug

Yeah I had a scrub

Damn