Oliver Francis - free gucci mane lyrics

You know these big mouth niggas
Don't know how to act
I got my West Coast connection
These dead in the
Street industry mothafuckas talking
'bout "We
Can't eat" talking 'bout "we
Brand new guys" tell them
Niggas "suck a dick!"

I'm camo down to my boxers, gold teeth
A Bathing Ape
It's animals in my projects like monkeys
Orangutans
Banana clip on that chopper, I hold heat
Bangers bang
(Let Chiquita speak) Bet it keep
The peace that Lil B
Brrangadang
I don't care if you blue or
You red flagging, hair swinging


My pants sagging
Hoes all on my bandwagon, your bitch gagging
She jet lagging
All my cuz niggas, what's cracking?
All my blood niggas
What's popping?
I ain't set tripping, I just
Happen to know who click-clacking
You mismatching
Fuck swag and you been jacking, fuck fly
I am fashion
Tryna cop that Benz wagon
My bitch drive it and my friends crash it
Niggas threat with the chit-chatting
See a nigga don't shit happen
I'm finna blow on that Bin
Laden, so talk money
Pig latin
(Suck my fuckin' dick, bitch)

Brand new clip, brand new nine
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys
Brand new clip, brand new nine
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys

345 be the big toy
Now which nigga want it with the fat boy?
Clipped-up like I'm paranoid, high
As hell nigga
Fitzroy
Pull it off through the city like "errt"
Seen that ho nigga like "errrr" hopped
Up on a nigga like murk
Put that pussy nigga in a purse
You wouldn't be the first
Cover him with dirt
Put him in the ground, he was down to Earth
Napped up nigga, I been down since birth
Backpack full of random work
With two bad hoes
I'll teach you how to jerk
Teach you how to jerk, swaggin' in my Js
Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave
My prerogative ways
Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade
Brand new nigga with the brand new venue
Sold that bitch out shoulda
Made that ho bigger
Killing careers make these cupcakes remember
My objective is to serve your agenda
Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender
Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga
Equipped with a gat and the
Dick in your mouth
Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house
Twisting up weed, I'm digging her out
Just filling her out
Do all that shit you be talking about
While you gone? Shit, Netflix on your couch
What this popcorn about?
Microwave oven while you out there cuffin'
You over there lovin'
That bitch be my stuffing, like
Like we really be fucking

Brand new clip, brand new nine
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys
Brand new clip, brand new nine
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys

Brand new shirt to the brand new drawers
Brand new socks to the brand new Glock
This mothafucka hold 15, slap that ho in
Tell the clip get lost
Bitch, I'm a boss, pulled up clean
Don't you hear the exhaust
Got my tie on, gripping on my iron
Who I'm 'bout to fire on?
Rap game fucked up, boy
Fuck you think I rap for?
Crack game fucked up, boy
Fuck you think I trap for?
Riding 'round with that mask on
Like a Mac attack when that strap on
Like a Shaq attack on
That backboard, clap on
Clap off
Blue pit in my back yard
Red nose my bad broad
Titan full of that hydro, pretty nigga
No catwalk
Big burner in your big mouth
Pussy niggas suck lead off
I pull it up then skirt off, vodka shots
He smeared off
40 ounce of that Cristal, Rose
That Rick Ross
Got it jumping like Kriss Kross, mismatching
No jigsaw
No horseplay when we quick draw
Pussy nigga get a tit job
Hands up, stick your mans up, your
Time's up, the new brand's up
Q!