There you had it Straight Drop records baby You know Straight Drop this shit And we ain’t even finished Gucci Mane Take it home baby
My nigga I don’t rap I spit game over beats You can catch me in the trap With some crack cocaine on the street And I ain’t gotta put no chains on your feet For 3 grams of that P I’ll have my partner leave you ready to see And I don’t freestyle nigga ‘Cause this game ain’t free The keyboard cost money so does that MP This rap game is like a trap So I’m still on the grind Every track I spit a verse on I’m cooking a nine Every city that I open Is like I’m selling a dime ‘Cause if I ain’t making money Then I’m wasting my time And we ain’t never smoke no swishers with Tigger Yeah this deal, the Straight Drop bank account is getting bigger and bigger These niggas are dreaming about deals But that ain’t the dealy They want the keys to a Bentley I want the keys to the city I’m a pimp Born a pimp I’m a pimp ’till my death I’ve got so much pimpin in me I’ll be pimpin myself ‘Cause Gucci Mane’s on the track