Gucci Mane, Chief Keef - Semi on Em lyrics

Keith Farrelle Cozart

[Gucci Mane, Chief Keef - Semi on Em lyrics]

Bitch, it's young Gucci Mane
You heard that I go coco-loco
So much money that my pitbull
Got a diamond choker
I'm on a yacht, me and my plug, and yeah
We playin' poker
Sippin' coladas, smokin' ganja
He's a heavy smoker
I started right here in the city
They call me a local
I rob you blind and burn the
Money like the fuckin' Joker
And if you don't believe me
Ask them hoes at Strokers
So much money in the air
Can't even see the sofa
So much kush smoke in the air
I can't help but smell the odor
They say I cook so many deuces
My arm need a motor
Half a pint in the Mountain Dew
Now that's a dirty soda
And And I sell so many chickens
Think I work for Kroger (Ayy)

I'm flexin', countin' gualas
Park this Lexus, i don't ride 'em
(Nah) ayy, bad yellow bitch
Passin' unless she a rider
(Thotty, ayy, ayy)
She is down to ride with me
And she gon' hold my Glocky (Glocky)
Ayy, if she see a opp, I tell her pop off
She gon' pop him (Pop him)
My brothers like 2Pac, Notorious, bitch
I'm Big Papa (Ayy, ayy)
If I see a opp, I spot him, shot him, bitch
I got him (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Drive-thru, In-N-Out
(Skrrt) , I throw 'em up, Benihanas (Gang
Gang) ridin', Hemi, semi on me
(Skrrt) , catch his ass, semi on 'em (Gang
Gang)

I I been shotta callin' since
I hit the lotto, ballin'
(Gang, gang, gang)
My diamonds know voodoo 504, bitch
They from New Orleans (Bang, bang, bang)
Ring, ring, money callin', gotta go
You not important (Ring, ring, ring)
I'm smokin' TuTu and Tooka
And countin' money, tourin'
(Gang, gang) my Ruger hold a thirty
You can't hold a fuckin' chorus
(Click-clack, bang, bang)
That's eighty shots at your face
Better be good at duckin' bullets
(Grrah, bang) pull up in that Lord
That's that shit them hoes adore
(Skrrt, gang) i pull up to the club and
Tell a bitch to hop aboard
(Skrrt, bitch, I'm bangin') baby, I'm a king
(Bang) , I know I am not a Lord (I ain't)
But I'm Almighty So' and that's that
Shit that I send shottas for (Bang, bang)
I'm smokin' paraphernalia
(Bang, bang) , with a Glock in tours (Gang)
Make that bitch sing a melody
(Bang) , you get lots of chords (Bang, bang)

I'm flexin', countin' gualas
Park this Lexus, i don't ride 'em
(Nah) ayy, bad yellow bitch
Passin' unless she a rider
(Thotty, ayy, ayy)
She is down to ride with me
And she gon' hold my Glocky (Glocky)
Ayy, if she see a opp, I tell her pop off
She gon' pop him (Pop him)
My brothers like 2Pac, Notorious, bitch
I'm Big Papa (Ayy, ayy)
If I see a opp, I spot him, shot him, bitch
I got him (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Drive-thru, In-N-Out
(Skrrt) , I throw 'em up, Benihanas (Gang
Gang) ridin', Hemi, semi on me
(Skrrt) , catch his ass, semi on 'em

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