Decapitated - Gucci Mane

I wanna thank God

For opportunity, success

Wealth and health

My daddy name Gucci, he the Gucci Mane

Honestly, he turned me on to the ice game

He fed the fam with 3 tops, that the con game Guwop

Well fuck you, who are you?

You ain’t God mane

I fell out with my right-hand man, he tried to top on me

I guess it’s clear we ain’t homies like I think we homies

I’m at the top and I swear to God, it’s really lonely

But I’m not coming down, no stoopin' down, I keep it movin'

These young nigga’s got no respect who make music

Broke ass nigga never can get used to it

And the bottom of Sun Valley don’t do it like the top do it

Bouldercrest we hear AK’s more than church music

In this car, horse on the car, with the top off it

Topless broads drivin' Gucci charger with no bra

Headshot dead in the bushes with his head off

Dick cut off, throat slit, block knocked off

Decapitated

Decapitated

Decapitated

Decapitated

I know Africans that cut off legs

Jamaican’s that cut off heads (What's up bumbaclot)

This millionaire still in the feds

You in the county and you can’t get outta jail nigga?

Damn, that’s so sad

That’s so bad

You played out, JJ bad

Mob ties put a head in your bed (horse head)

You touch Guwop and they gon' mummy wrap your head

I got so much overhead, I gave him diamond bricks instead

And I chumm without a charm, diamond chain and watch instead

1017, my grandaddy house and I stay next door to Ned

Cooking dope instead of eggs

Hundred PT’s in my fridge

In this car, horse on the car, with the top off it

Topless broads drivin' Gucci charger with no bra

Headshot dead in the bushes with his head off

Dick cut off, throat slit, block knocked off

Decapitated

Decapitated

Decapitated

Decapitated