Backwards (feat. Meek Mill)

[Gucci Mane]

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Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci (yeah)

Wizop, the wizop, the wizop, the wizop, the wizop, the (wop)

Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci guwop, oh the Gucci (wop)

(Hah, Gucci)

God keep coverin' me with drip, I think he tryna smother me (on God)

They stop me at the border, had too many felonies

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

Laughin', I ain't even trippin' (haha)

I'm crashin', I ain't even dissin' (crash)

Heard you drop some, 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

Pick her up and make her suck my dick 'til she hiccup

Wop lookin' slim like a bicycle rim

But he's bank obese, and his pockets on chubby

He'll play head coach just like lovie

Thuggin' in public, these hoes love it

I double and triple, quadruple your budget

Baseball money like david justice (money)

Whole load sold, I ain't even touched it (it's sold)

Own our own kush, damn the room so musty

Most of you rappers all style, no substance

Big ol' rocks on, they disgustin'

Niggas talk but never touch me (nah)

Broke haters can't tell me nothin'

[Meek Mill]

Fuck 'em (woo, woo, woo, who?)

Yeah, this that meek mill, Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)

Y'all niggas swingin' through f&ns

They gon' come right back to you like a boomerang (brrr)

Louis and saint laurent drip (ooh, sheesh)

Pimp on these bitches like pootie tang

He wanna be 'bout that bitch but we are fuckin' her, so he don't know who to blame

She wanna check for me, uh (check)

She got a check for me, uh (check)

Fuckin' the two baddest bitches on Instagram, they on that ecstacy (aaah)

Hey, diamonds like flossin', I got the sauce, I made you the recipe, oh

'Fore all this rappin' shit, I was a trapper, the plug gon' invest in me, woah

Jump out the porch, I got a Porsche

Too many hitters, they can't extort

I take that mil' to table, no fork

Then split it out with my dawg like divorce

They shouted us, it was by force

We shouted them, they went to court

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

I cannot be with these niggas no more

Shorty said she only fuck trappers (trappers)

End up fuckin' with a rapper (for real?)

Damn bitch, how you goin' backwards? (damn)

Diamonds on froze like Alaska

That ain't even none of my business (business)

Gucci said he's done with your ass now (back down)

I am preachin' to you like the pastor

I'ma keep runnin' them bands up, yeah

[Gucci Mane & Meek Mill]

Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up

Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up

All these diamonds on me make me handsome

Shawty 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 rapper

Damn bitch how you goin' backwards?

[Gucci Mane]

Wow, I thought I was proud of you

But I take it back

You know what I'm saying?

Where your [?] at?

Where your titles at, uh?

Where your shooters at?

Thought you had a plug, but you are scrub

Damn