Listen to this track, b#tch
Ha, ha
Gucci Mane livin’ like ha, ha (Morocco Drama)
Everything high, I get, high, high
I live my life so iced out (It’s The Movie, n#gg#)
Ha, ha, ’till I die
Die, die, I’ma live everyday fly (So come get me, Gangsta Grillz)
Fly, all these n#gg#s hatin’ but why, why
‘Cause I’m that type of guy, guy (It’s Gucci, Gangsta Grillz)
So until I die, die
Peepin’ out my blinds, I think I’m going crazy, they say I’m rapping crazy
Call me Gucci Mane, I’m going damn insane
Call me Gucci Mane, my flow is insane (We are the streets)
Put that on my name, I’m keeping all the blame
Got forty in my pocket, little b#tch, like, can I shine?
I think I lost my mind, I’m keeping y’all upline
Got forty in my pocket, little b#tch, like, can I shine? (AMG)
Smoking while I’m leaning with my dawgs up in my keenie
Get a brand new Lamborghini, same colour of her bikini (Gangsta Grillz)
Money over Howie over Hardaway like Pilly Milly
Hardaway’s my partner, man, so shoutout to my n#gg# (Shoutout)
That’s where the hustle be, they prayin’, where’s his bottle, do you see him?
Do you see him? I don’t see him, I’ve been looking for a fiend
Call me Gucci, got a Brightly and a Bentley and a bitty
Cost a pretty pretty penny, Gucci Mane La Flare, I’m skinny
Peepin’ out my blinds, I think I’m going crazy, they say I’m rapping crazy
Call me Gucci Mane, I’m going damn insane
Call me Gucci Mane, my flow is insane
Put that on my name, I’m keeping all the blame
Got forty in my pocket, little b#tch, like, can I shine?
I think I lost my mind, I’m keeping y’all upline
Got forty in my pocket, little b#tch, like, can I shine? (Brr, brr)
Got a whole lot of options, whole cup for an auction
Pass by, like I pass for stocks (Go, go)
Gucci got a Porsche-painted porcelain, so have an abortion (Go)
Seventy, watch your bail with a whole lot of turkey
Vroom, can’t you catch me? Nah, I think you can’t, dawg
Shawty, I bet you’re tighter if you’re f#cking with La Flare, ho
Bet you tight, I bet you tighter, no licence but I’m a rider
No licence but I’m a rider, the b#tch is scared, the b#tch is tighter
Prada bill, Prada bag, Prada’d up my Prada swag
Gucci Mane, Gucci hat, Gucci’d up my Gucci swag
Louis belt, Louis hat, Loui’d up my Louis swag
Gucci Mane, So Icy, n#gg#, go and buy the swag (Bah, bah, bah)
Peepin’ out my blinds, I think I’m going crazy, they say I’m rapping crazy
Call me Gucci Mane, I’m going damn insane
Call me Gucci Mane, my flow is insane (Gangsta Grillz)
Put that on my name, I’m keeping all the blame
Got forty in my pocket, little b#tch, like, can I shine?
I think I lost my mind, I’m keeping y’all upline
Got forty in my pocket, little b#tch, like, can I shine, shine?
Inter-central station with a hundred Haitian killers, ho
Million worth of jewellery on, you don’t want to do it, ho
And I’m in my own zone, I’m so f#cking crazy
Kush got me trippin’, man, my eyes are f#cking Asian
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DJ Drama & Gucci Mane Lyrics – Lost My Mind