Yo Girl Is so Cold

Gucci Mane, Laflare (Gucci Gucci)

Laflare Entertainment (Laflare)

Young CEO, I'm the boss man around here

(I'm the boss)

East Atlanta, Zone 6, that's my hood

That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood

Glenwood to Gresham Road, that's my hood

That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood

Bouldercrest to flat shoals nigga that's my hood

That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood

I can't forget Candler Road, that's my hood

That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood

Uhhhh, gangsta biddin, everybody coppin

Niggas walkin out with bags like they goin shoppin

I'm on tha PlayStation, playin' Grand Theft

I had a hundred bricks, I got three left

Shootin cee-lo, middle of the day

I bet a hundred grand, the nigga iced away

5: 45, in the afternoon

98 degrees, and it's the 1st of June

Niggas goin in, niggas gettin out

Everybody strapped and they gripped out

Twevlve on the dot... midnight

Bet fifty grand, on a pit fight

6: 43, and I'm wakin' up

Cookin cocaine, and it's cakin up

Nine on the dot, rush hour

First you get the money, then you get the power

Money real dirty, 9: 30

Got a trap to catch, fo' a quarter birdie

10: 45, quarter to 11

AK-47 and a MAC-11

1: 17, my trap buckin

If you from the hood, then you sellin somethin

2: 22, time to cook a deuce

Fo' my lil' partner, I call his ass the truth

3: 34, time to swing the dough

Ninety-sixty hundred, fo' a pound of dro'

4: 46, trunk full of bricks

Can't stop trappin, 'til I'm fithy rich

Dropped out of school, 1998

Bought a box Chevy, and a half of cake

2K3, hit a lick

Hundred pounds of weed, fifty bricks

Uhhhh, age thirteen, I'm a trap star

Paid a fifty slab fo' a junkie car

School's still in, but I'm at home

Standin on the corner, with some Ewings on

Turned fifteen, and I'm trapped out

Bet a hundred dollars, just to crap out

Seventeen now, and I'm on the grind

Never stand in line at the five-and-dime

Nineteen years, blood sweat and tears

Sellin innertubes like Goodtear

Twenty-one now, I'm a grown up

So when you call my phone, it's a zone up

Age twenty-five, and it's gettin worse

18.5, fo' a hook and verse

'Fo I turn thirty, I'll be thirty plus

Swimmin in the bucks, like Scrooge McDuck

Uhhhhhhh...