Pyrex Pot

Gucci Mane

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    [Intro]
    Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
    Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)
    Let's get it (let's get it)

    [Chorus]
    Half a brick in a pyrex pot
    Trying to make me a dope boy knot
    Two pounds and I'm like real big
    Stacking double see the nigga so big
    I got to get it, got to get it, got to run my money up
    Got to get it, got to get it, got to run my money up [3X]

    Uh! I'm going on a Trap-A-Thon
    Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don
    Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag
    So if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass
    Uh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter
    Run trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle
    Uh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey
    Gucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century
    Uh, iced out like Babe an' them
    I can sell mo' records than Shade an' them
    Uh, Gucci Mane you're a cocky fella
    I make it rain so you better get you umbrella
    Uh, and my watch is on another level
    Clusters of diamonds and they bunched together
    Uh, why you talking so much shit?
    Yo bitch, cause I'm so rich

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    [Chorus]

    Okay somethin white like Michael Jackson
    Bust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin
    Gucci Mane got the lone ticket
    Run stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uh
    Shawty say he short a couple stacks
    The diamond chain on my neck is doing jumping jacks, uh
    Yo' money short like Spud Webb
    Bend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh
    My money talking like Dikembe
    Gucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh
    Mo dough than CVS
    Still making moves, thuggin with S-Y-S, uh
    All my shows better be whippin up
    J's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh
    And me and Cad in a Hum-Vee
    Yellow diamonds got me lookin like a bumblebee, uh

    [Chorus]

    Gucci got a plug, for the square face
    Got them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs
    Got the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens
    We got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne
    Gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot
    Got some cocaine jumping out the damn pot
    Get some cool water, it's too damn hot
    All I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot
    Hustle harder, be smarter
    We gonna eat when I bring it out the water
    36 O's, for the 17
    Five for the drive, 17-5

    Song details

    Composition: Red Shawty and Gucci Mane

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