Bite Me - Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka Flame

Woke up this morning, bussed down a swisher

Looked in the mirror, like I’m one rich ass nigga'

Brush my teeth with 100's, wipe my ass with these 50's

All about the Benji’s, competition can’t fuck with me

Know these nigga’s envy green bottle Remy fifty, in my semi

Waka Flocka Flame, I’m not friendly

I’m so motherfucking neighborhood, let’s get that understood

I’m not crossing over, this ain’t b-ball

Got partners behind the g-wall, 30 for a murder, dog

So I gotta get it all, I pull up in a 2 door

Same color as some puddin'

Goddamn that car good lookin', driver good lookin'

Goddamn them rims good lookin'

I know you fuck nigga’s don’t like us but we don’t give a fuck

Copy-Catters Bite Us, they swag suck

Know you bitch nigga’s gone hate my guts, Bite Me

If you think I do re-write me, they say that imitation flattery, so Bite Me

I put the Tre-8 in your mouth, I make you like it

They say that mimicking is flattery, so Bite Me

I put the AK in your face, and I make you like me

No chit chat, hit me back

Gucci did this, Gucci Mane did that

If I did this and I didn’t do that, Why’d I do that, Why’d I do that

Put a little of this, with a little of that

But ain’t nothing little about that there, cat

Triple black, back to back

By myself, still back to back

Call me stacks, because I got them racks

Got them green bags, duffel bags, can’t hold cash

CEO, labled as, and it cost a price tag, but made me glad

I’m so jazz, I’m so class

I don’t need no bronco to make me mad

Bitch ain’t bad

Watch them chest and the mouth like a mad, got more bags in his stash

Oh my goodness, she sitting in pudding, feel like she shouldn’t

Why she shouldn’t, Why mess with hundreds, Ride 'round in Bentley’s

I know the average block was poppalin'

Don’t like me because I’m fucking Icy