Gucci Mane – Story Lyrics
(feat. Young Dolph)
I got 25 pints in my book bag
25 ounces of that OG gas
I got a mob full of young niggas OG man
And I'm a Paper Route boy and a Young Dolph fan
I got the pretty white squares with the dragons
I made a half a mill betting on the Falcons
And I still give the dope to your daddy
Call me unc 'cause you know I fuck your mamy
26s straight 8 with the hitman
Getting head from your mama where the Gym at?
Red 4's on already black Bentley
Crib blue forgi's looking just like pentley
On way nigga but I rhyme on the schemeless
Just hit a lick so I'm finna spend plenty
Pull up in the club I ain't throwing none but 20s
I at least made 20 mil on I 20
20-year-old, hit 20 fucking licks
30 years old Gucci 20-year-old bitch
Acting roze at 30 years old
The suicide doors, and a ride-or-die bitch
Got a call from my niggas said daddy what a bleach
Tell me where you wanna come that's where he can meet me
Pillow with a Mack 11 rding for the fresh
And a nigga gon' jump me, a nigga gon' chump me
Just got a call and my dog got some steady
Get the car keys and the chopper's out the alley
This the part of the game where shit gets tragic
Nigga say he got problem, we gotta let him have it
All a couple AKs and a couple cars
With my dog been robbing now we got a couple problems
He wrong or he right, bitch we shoot on sight
Burn your mamy's house down the next morning catch a flight
Check 'em out her hope he told his family good night
Thanks to breaking down these bails I'm a need a good life
Out in Vegas partying like ain't shit happened
Out here fucking with these bitches trying to see what happening
I hate bitch ass niggas with a passion
I had to leave ain't got time for no question askin'
Feet kicked up smoking and relaxin'
Shoot a nigga ass out, John Paxen
I'm the type of nigga that will shoot you in public
Rather to a nigga that I robbed in the public
I said I heard you looking for me and he try to change the subject
Had that pistol in my breeze said he thought I went epic
Up in told all day riding through the public
Somebody called the police 'cause they thought I was gonna bust them
I ain't get shit bad that is not out for discussion
They say the nose on 6 boys had to be trusted
But love ever take you there and pull up in the cullies
If your nigga had a roast then the pussy nigga lucky
I might pull up in a Rolls Royce and pull up in a bucket
Yeah, I rob your home boy but I ain't motherfucking ducking
If you see me in the club better keep on trucking
'Cause these niggas on the fuck shit and they ain't with the fuck around
Got a pistol with you dog and here it's the crystal
Matter of fact 2 pistols can't let you get the best of me
You made it I was 8 when I first learned to wrestle
I was bind on cook, man those fuckers was catching
Get silly squick, man the law he was blessing
Got a car and then a tec got a whole lot of weaponry
How the bed how the dough where I go off the ecstasy
Can't pull a move maybe nigga was finessing
But I broke off and got it bigger on professionally
Then my first second mil put that pussy along that massacre
