do we make our getaway? I wanna know, are you down? Are you down to run with me? Woah oh, how do we make our getaway? (Are you down to run with me?)
iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? And if you don't feel me (Who else?) That mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me Get it right dawg, we
direct understanding of me Fuck what they planning for me I just won't accept the bullshit that they handing me Still standing after the trouble remains, it's me
all I've been hearin lately Niggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me Put their brains on the wall, when I brawl Too late for that 911 call Niggaz stay
Recognize what it is when I come through the door Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp Once I took it to the top I ain't fell off since Stay high stay fly stay
the man who provided more jobs For blacks than armed services Cut them corners, stay ahead of them curvatures Yeah, ya heard of us, hits stay superfluous Man, I extend credit to a vagabond Run
me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro but pass the Courvoisier Give me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me
'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? And if you don't feel me (Who else?) That mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me Get it right dawg,
why the gangstas be at all my shows Got the deal, nothing changed but my clothes Still catch me in the jects, fuckin' wit dem hoes, projects Like coo-coo cal Lord, I wish mad Lou could see me
Hustlers He took a full clip from another player's 25 I told him, stay home, rest up, I got enough gunning And he said he's rolling with me, if you
And please don't hate on me when you see me with Kiana cause she wilder than Nirvana and colder than your honor holla at your boy manana Maybach come wit a recliner run
' to find my way back home But the old me's dead and gone Dead and gone, dead and Ever had one of them days wish you would have stayed home Run into
And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores
2) (Verse1) I pulled up in a 4 door porshe set trippin 3 younG dread head niGGas ridin wit me I don't think they like me and I don't like em neither
Im jumpin out my coupe wit da missin roof and I'm so fuckin high I need a parachute. "Gucci Mane, do you remember me from last month?" "Girl, I can't
