Shine Blockas

Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo

All the hoes say, hah hah hah

Gucci up, here we go A-town, C-post

Cut masta swift down ya throat

Boy stop, Sir Luscious Left Foots on fire

Trying to block my shine just ain't gone happen so don't try

Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit,

Inking hit up after hit

This penmanship is so legit

I came equipped like an prophylactic

Now they riding dicks, like

Stalin on these suckas out here tryin to buy they bitch

Now they rich try to piss everybody to trick off

But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away her drawls,

Word to the brown James he some chicken chow mein,

Really man you done say some silly things

And the fella Dana Dane boy you cuffin' claim to game

Hate my main thang and my last name ya notta mayne .

I'm on my grind shawty,

Don't block my shine shawty.

Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up?

Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up

I'm on my grind shawty,

Don't block my shine shawty.

Wait a minute, wait a minute,

Chill a little, sit a minute.

I can't close my safe no more,

Cause I got too much money in it.

Gucci in the cell; did a deal, went to jail

I make music, I make movies, I'm in Tyler Perry's cell

I smell coming out the lam', fuck it what the hell

Gucci Mane, so I'm Guccied down; she got on Chanel

In the tent rolling stupid kush like I'm in the restroom

In the club with a half a pound (hundred fifty blunts)

Zone 6 - East Atlanta - don't fuck with Nia Long

So shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on

On the block with my stupid watch. Boy you need to stop!

When I stop, everybody watch the car without a top

In the streets. Cost a stupid check roll another pack

Now I'm gone, I can't even flip

Eastside where you at?

I'm on my grind shawty,

Don't block my shine shawty.

Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up?

Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up

I'm on my grind shawty,

Don't block my shine shawty.

Wait a minute, wait a minute,

Chill a little, sit a minute.

I can't close my safe no more,

Cause I got too much money in it.

Can't be tripping bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe,

The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can't get up and walk away shawty,

With my southern drawl awkwardly I spray like the backside of a skunk and the stash house with the pump,

Pistol whip in my lap at all times in the 'lac from Atlanta to Savannah can't a nigga stop that

Not when god's got his hands on me only the strong survive

And the weak, minded are falling by the wayside, they try.

But which I overcome and succeed indeed

But with success comes a great responsibility

We chose to lead not follow

It's a hard pill to swallow

Better get prescriptions filled cause there might not be tomorrow.