Slapboxin (feat. Gucci Mane)

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Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, uh

I came through whippin' somethin' clean like a bald head

Bitch with me drop dead gorgeous, plus she well read

I'ma get brain on the plane if it's overnight

I'ma maintain in the game, I ain't overnight

Colder than some polar ice, or like the ghost on poltergeist

Opinions suck, I know I'm nice, money talks, you overpriced

I'm doper, fuck a sober life, you local, you ain't smokin' right

My weed loud as Hulk Hogan fights when he rip the shirt

On the throne, you kickin' dirt, sip this purp, and spit berzerk

You a bitch, your chick a flirt, stop your crying, get to work

I talk shit, got the stats that'll back it up

My shit adding up, racking up a plaque a month

And that loud ass bass you hearin', that's the trunk

That vibration on your body, now that's a bump

You can tell us who you are, you don't have to front

You ain't a captain, you just Captain Crunch

Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now

I came in real, and you came through frontin'

You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')

All that money don't make you nothin'

Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now

I came through real, and you came in frontin'

You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')

And all that money don't make you nothin'

I rock A-P-C's, some B-A-P-E's

So many different clothing brands, I got A.D.D

Bought a big ole' crib, you can picture me in it

Just decided that the sky isn't really my limit

Somethin' cold in my cup, some weed, rollin' a blunt

Smile long, like I convinced Oprah to fuck

I think I lost my mind, need a Amber Alert

You can't talk that shit unless you stand in it first

Turn a bitch to fan, even hand her some merch

To be a legend, you gotta start out with that amateur work

And I paid my dues, walked humbly on an ego trip

Sleepin' with a freaky bitch, you was chillin', chiefin' fifth

Doin' drugs with a porno chick, watchin' porno flicks

Make her own movie and I'm scorin' it

I'll see you in hell before I see you winnin'

Did it myself, and I beat the system

Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now

I came in real, and you came through frontin'

You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')

All that money don't make you nothin'

Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now

I came through real, and you came in frontin'

You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')

And all that money don't make you nothin'

I got thirty thousand grams in a black on black van

Tell Chapo im his number one fan

I'm at (?) with a hunnit' A-bands

And you ain't gettin no work listenin' to this money change hands

I'm tryna sow the whole block up that's my plan

We can have a gun fight like i walked and i ran

Half a mill on el tran

Sellin' (?) to make bands

Im movin kushy, you's a pussy pussy, come between friends

If my Vo try to book me, ima get the front end

Style sixty niggas wit' me with a 100 elf hands

Ice cubes on my wrist

Bitch, I got a Mac-10

I put her out

She got her mom like i let her back in

Its Gucci!

Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now

I came in real, and you came through frontin'

You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')

All that money don't make you nothin'

Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now

I came through real, and you came in frontin'

You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')

And all that money don't make you nothin'

Its Gucci

Whats happenin?

Smoke somethin

Po' up

Get you some money

Burr

Haa Squad

Shoutout to my boy Mac man

Its Gucci

You know how we rock

He ain't gettin no money

He don't need nothin'