Iran - Gucci Mane, K Shiday

Not going to Iran, I’m not going to Iran

Free all the shootas (Yeah)

Never back down from a man, nigga, I ain’t never ran

Never back down from a man, nigga, I ain’t never ran (No, no)

If they book me for the draft, I’m not going to Iran (No)

Call me Gucci Peter Pan, I keep flyin' to the band (Ah)

I do stunts like Jackie Chan

I just touched down in Japan ()

Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin' up the bands

In the A, where I’m with the sand

I’m so hot, I need a fan (Hot)

I’m so black, can’t get no tan (Ah)

But I feel like I’m the man

I put diamonds in my bands

Ice so cold, can’t feel my hands

I can’t go to work for nobody

Bitch I got my own bodies (Yeah)

Errybody got a couple skeletons in the closet

Bodies go to droppin' this only

Me and my niggas went shoppin' for choppas (Ah)

Bought bombs and bazookas, is that what you want?

Life of a sniper, pray for my rifle

Pray for my rubber band shooting my (What?)

I don’t go to sleep, I just drink with my Bible

Thinkin' of bringin' home survivors

Jump off the towel, money and power

Send me the world but you nothin' but a coward (Wooh)

named Broward, students at Howard (Yeah)

Play with my life 'cause you feel you in power ()

blue eyed eyeball

can’t touch her for hours

Think of my lick, got a stick in my trouser

Real shit, runnin' the powder

Flack on your casket, get used to seeing flowers

Gucci on bucket, I’m tellin' you now (Gucci)

I see my opp then I’m gunnin' him down (Graow)

Tell my lawyer here to start pointin' him out (Him)

Know what he do, so I keep him around (Him)

Gave him and he don’t say a sound

Never back down from a man, nigga, I ain’t never ran (No, no)

If they book me for the draft, I’m not going to Iran (No)

Call me Gucci Peter Pan, I keep flyin' to the band (Ah)

I do stunts like Jackie Chan

I just touched down in Japan ()

Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin' up the bands

In the A, where I’m with the sand

I’m so hot, I need a fan (Hot)

I’m so black, can’t get no tan (Ah)

But I feel like I’m the man

I put diamonds in my bands

Ice so cold, can’t feel my hands

(So icy)

Real shooter been reckless (Uh)

Put them boys on my guest list (Woah)

50 cal on my resume, 1017 on my necklace (Word)

If I slap a mag and put it in the dirt (Yeah)

It’s just automatic reflexes (Woo)

Got two bad bitches from Texas (Yeah)

I might slap a hoe if she messy (Ah)

I burn them off for my kids

Damn, I’m legit

Pour the Johnson with the shit (Who?)

I break 'em off like a KitKat

Hard as a brick, ain’t got no time for no kick back

I’m a mother fuckin' veteran, Obama is my president

Might pull up to your residence

Might fire, bitch we negligent

Open fire, I might fine ya

Pin the house, might blind ya

Damn my conduct so disorderly

I check the nigga quarterly

They closin' up the doors for me

Might slip, my drip too watery

You can blame it on the saucery

Eat a pew, bitch, take it overly