Gucci Mane Might Want To Stay Out Of The Hood Another Rapper Warns



Gucci Mane made a visit to his hood recently and it stirred up a lot of bad blood.

The East Atlanta Santa posted a photo of himself leaving a convenience store in Bouldercrest over the Christmas holiday. He was wearing a Gucci tracksuit and carrying a scratch-off lottery ticket in one hand, but it’s his caption that got the most attention. “Face I make when they say Guwop don’t run Bouldercrest like #ElGato,” he wrote. He also posted another photo of himself inside the convenience store where he wrote, “At the Texaco on Bouldercrest I sold nicks and dimes at as a teenager.”

Another rapper from the East Atlanta neighborhood, Young Nudy, fired off a shot on Instagram basically saying that he is the one who locks down Bouldercrest. “Last time I checked #PDE #Run #Bouldercrest We Don’t No buddy He don’t Be in the hood Dats A big CAP I got the hold #Bouldercrest #and #Eastatlant #mygucci #voice,” Nudy wrote.

Gucci Mane released an album in December last year titled “The Return of East Atlanta Santa” where he paid homage to his hood.

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Future – Die A Gangsta (Freebandz Mixtape)



[Intro: Future]
Better hope you die a gangster, gangster, gangsta
Super, out of here, yeah

[Bridge: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, there’s too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put them O’s in an asshole
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece? Woah

[Pre-Hook: Future]
I had to do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the desperado, this a motherfuckin’ trip

[Hook: Future]
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
60 K on sip, 100 rounds in the clip
Somebody playin’, they got spilt
Went I hit the set you better dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush in a leaf
Told you niggas I’m a beast
If you try your luck, it ain’t sweet
I’ma put these niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the East
My plug 10 with the molly
I put your main in the knotty
I double barrel with the shotty
You pump fakin’ with some riders
You lucky they ain’t hit your mama
A lot of pain in my body
Got me smokin’ marijuana
Pulled up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, took a nigga ho
Pluto running through the racks

[Hook: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Just got a Black Card… just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump? I’ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I’ma fuck up the profit
I’m the Grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I’m talkin’.. too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is.. too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I’m talkin’.. plug talk, this don’t pertain to you
‘Cause I’m a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meetin’ with my shooters, it’s been arranged for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne’s for you
You’re talkin’ gangster but you’se a lame, this ain’t the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, this ain’t the gang for you
It’s Wop

[Hook: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

Gucci Mane – St. Brick Intro (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro]
An igloo full of snow and a white stove
House full of naked hoes snortin’ blow
Its so lonely at the top, plus its real cold
A house full of hoes and they cookin’ blow
I’m in zone six aka the North Pole

[Verse]
Middle of the winter I pull up in a vert
It’s the middle of December she pulled up in a skirt
Santa Claus of the hood
I pull up with the work
They call me East Atlanta Santa
Run up on me get murked
I’m just trappin’ through the snow
Sellin’ nine half a bricks in four ways
Over the hills we go
Got an extendo and an AK (gra, gra, gra)
I’m a neighborhood philanthropist
I’m sellin’ bales of cannabis
Preachin’ like an evangelist
But I don’t fuck with amateurs
I drive spiders, yeah, tarantulas
My diamonds are immaculate
I’m not on no romantic shit
But I’m cookin’ cocaine, candle lit
I’m so trill, your hoe can’t handle it
But damn, that bitch can suck a dick
Skeeted on her face and lip
Guwop can’t fuck no basic bitch
The teacher teachin’ arithmetic
Show you how to whip a brick
Learn you how you run your clique
And told you how to kill a snitch
My young girl she a freaky chick
But damn she on that sneaky shit
Ran off with a half a zip
And now I got to slap a trick
All these record labels broke as shit
Ricky Dinky record shit
I sell more meth than a Mexican
My dog food yea its excellent
I done started sellin’ Christmas tree
I’m tryna jingle bells hoe
Its Christmas time its Hollis, Queens
I’m stompin’ in my shell toes
Christmas time in ’96
I asked Santa for twelve goals
But now Guwop got gifts to give
But I don’t fuck with twelve though

[Outro]
Santa Claus in the city, bag full of goodies
I wish these faggot-ass cops would let a nigga live
I’m tryna come down the chimney with a 100 mil
I’m the Bricksquad boss I’m like Santa Claus

Gucci Mane – Walk On Water (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(Ricky Racks)
It’s the return, East Atlanta, Santa!

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Off the wall, Off the chain
Off the top, I’m off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move, I broke the lease
I’m a dog, street gorilla
Going ape shit, I’m a beast
You feeling froggish, nigga jump
Got the pump on me capiche
I’m complete, can’t compete
Pussy nigga check my physique
I’m a freak, made 3 albums in 6 months
I’m so unique, I’m elite
I’m prestigious, got two hoes in the same regions
And all day all I dream about is sex
That’s why I got on Yeezys
The Trap god but I love Jesus
Jesus Jesus Goodness gracious
All these sauce it’s getting contagious
Done in Vegas stays in Vegas
Punch [?]
Put a brick down put it back together
Cash and dope go hand in hand
Hand you the yey, hand me the bags
It’s Gucci!

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Ear rings, fingers and they look like water
Just bought a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Fingers, ear rings man they look like water
Built me a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
G-Gucci Mane I’m the water man
Make it rain, do the water dance
Water dripping like the faucet drip
Hit ten hoes on my Florida trip
Like 21 Savage I slaughter them
Thirty thousand dollars I ordered it
Night and day, I spend this shit
Like Lil Uzi Vert, I’m dripping it
You can walk on water too if have faith in me
I got high paid killers, you safe with me
Set me up on first date, Don’t wait on me
I’m a human highlight, first take with me
If you got a Dawn, who needs a Wraith
If you got a bank, who needs a safe
Buy the restaurant, who needs a chef
My game’s too official, who needs a ref
When the Wopter call, don’t hold your breathe
I came to ball, until nothing left
Balenciaga sneakers, baby watch your step
All you rappers broke, But I came to help
I’m Rick Flair, I came to take your belt
East Atlanta Santa, you just an elf
When I do it, I do it, I do it to death
All this haters can go to hell!

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Ear rings, fingers and they look like water
Just bought a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Fingers, ear rings man they look like water
Built me a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

Gucci Mane – Walk On Water Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(Ricky Racks)
It’s the return,East Atlanta, Santa!

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Off the wall, Off the chain
Off the top, I’m off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move, I broke the lease
I’m a dog, street gorilla
Going ape shit, I’m a beast
You feeling froggish, nigga jump
Got the pump on me capiche
I’m complete, can’t compete
Pussy nigga check my physique
I’m a freak, made 3 albums in 6 months
I’m so unique, I’m elite
I’m prestigious, got two hoes in the same regions
And all day all I dream about is sex
That’s why I got on Yeezys
The Trap god but I love Jesus
Jesus Jesus Goodness gracious
All these sauce it’s getting contagious
Done in Vegas stays in Vegas
Punch [?]
Put a brick down put it back together
Cash and dope go hand in hand
Hand you the yey, hand me the bags
It’s Gucci!

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Ear rings, fingers and they look like water
Just bought a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Fingers, ear rings man they look like water
Built me a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
G-Gucci Mane I’m the water man
Make it rain, do the water dance
Water dripping like the faucet drip
Hit ten hoes on my Florida trip
Like 21 Savage I slaughter them
Thirty thousand dollars I ordered it
Night and day, I spend this shit
Like Lil Uzi Vert, I’m dripping it
You can walk on water too if have faith in me
I got high paid killers, you safe with me
Set me up on first date, Don’t wait on me
I’m a human highlight, first take with me
If you got a [?], who needs a wraith
If you got a bank, who needs a safe
Buy the restaurant, who needs a chef
My game’s too official, who needs a ref
When the Wopter call, don’t hold your breathe
I came to ball, until nothing left
Balenciaga sneakers, baby watch your step
All you rappers broke, But I came to help
I’m Rick Flair, I came to take your belt
East Atlanta Santa, you just an elf
When I do it, I do it, I do it to death
All this haters can go to hell!

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Ear rings, fingers and they look like water
Just bought a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water
Neck like water
Wrists like water
Fingers, ear rings man they look like water
Built me a house and it’s right by water
I’m the Trap God and I walk on water

Gucci Mane – St. Brick Intro

[Intro]
An igloo full of snow man I’m iced out
House full of naked hoes snortin’ blow
Its so lonely at the top, plus its real cold
A house full of hoes and they kickin’ blow
I’m a zone six nigga and you know I’m pourin’

[Verse]
Middle of the winter I pull up in a vert
Its the middle of December she pulled up in her skirt
Santa Claus of the hood I pull up with the work
They call me East Atlanta Santa run up on me get murked
I’m just trappin’ through the snow
Sellin’ nine half a bricks in four ways
Over the hills we go
Got an extendo and an AK
I’m a neighborhood philanthropist
I’m sellin’ bells of cannabis
Preachin’ like and evangelist
But I don’t fuck with amateurs
I drive spiders yea tarantulas
My diamonds are immaculate
I’m not on no romantic shit
But I’m cookin’ cocaine candle lit
I’m so true your hoe can’t handle it
But damn that bitch can suck a dick
Skeeted on her face and lip
Guwop can’t fuck no basic bitch
The teacher teachin’ arithmetic
Show you how to whip a brick
Learn you how you run your clip
And told you how to kill your’s
My young girl she a freaky chick
But damn she on that sneaky shit
Ran off with a half a zip
And now I got to slap a trick
All these record labels broke as shit
Ricky dicky wreckin’ shit
I sell more milk than a Mexican
My dog food yea its excellent
I done started sellin’ Christmas tree I’m tryna jingle bells hoe
Its Christmas time its [?] I’m stompin’ in my shell toes
Christmas in ’96 I asked Santa for twelve goals
But now Guwop got gifts to give but I don’t fuck with twelve though

[Outro]
Santa Claus tryna see a bag full of goodies
I wish these faggot-ass cops would let a nigga live
I’m tryna come down the chimney with a 100 mil
I’m the Bricksquad boss I’m like Santa Claus

Gucci Mane – St. Brick Intro

[Intro]
An igloo full of snow man I’m iced out
House full of naked hoes snortin’ blow
Its so lonely at the top, plus its real cold
A house full of hoes and they kickin’ blow
I’m a zone six nigga and you know I’m pourin’

[Verse]
Middle of the winter I pull up in a vert
Its the middle of December she pulled up in her skirt
Santa Claus of the hood I pull up with the work
They call me East Atlanta Santa run up on me get murked
I’m just trappin’ through the snow
Sellin’ nine half a bricks in four ways
Over the hills we go
Got an extendo and an AK
I’m a neighborhood philanthropist
I’m sellin’ bells of cannabis
Preachin’ like and evangelist
But I don’t fuck with amateurs
I drive spiders yea tarantulas
My diamonds are immaculate
I’m not on no romantic shit
But I’m cookin’ cocaine candle lit
I’m so true your hoe can’t handle it
But damn that bitch can suck a dick
Skeeted on her face and lip
Guwop can’t fuck no basic bitch
The teacher teachin’ arithmetic
Show you how to whip a brick
Learn you how you run your clip
And told you how to kill your’s
My young girl she a freaky chick
But damn she on that sneaky shit
Ran off with a half a zip
And now I got to slap a trick
All these record labels broke as shit
Ricky dicky wreckin’ shit
I sell more milk than a Mexican
My dog food yea its excellent
I done started sellin’ Christmas tree I’m tryna jingle bells hoe
Its Christmas time its [?] I’m stompin’ in my shell toes
Christmas in ’96 I asked Santa for twelve goals
But now Guwop got gifts to give but I don’t fuck with twelve though

[Outro]
Santa Claus tryna see a bag full of goodies
I wish these faggot-ass cops would let a nigga live
I’m tryna come down the chimney with a 100 mil
I’m the Bricksquad boss I’m like Santa Claus

Gucci Mane & Future – Die A Gangsta (Free Bricks 2 Zone 6 Edition Mixtape)

[Intro: Future]
Better hope you die a gangster, gangster, gangsta
Super, out of here, yeah

[Bridge: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, there’s too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put them O’s in an asshole
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece? Woah

[Pre-Hook: Future]
I had to do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the desperado, this a motherfuckin’ trip

[Hook: Future]
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
60k on sip, 100 rounds in the clip
Somebody playin’, they got spilt
Went I hit the set you better dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush in a leaf
Told you niggas I’m a beast
If you try your luck, it ain’t sweet
I’ma put these niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the East
My plug 10 with the molly
I put your main in the knotty
I double barrel with the shotty
You pump fakin’ with some riders
You lucky they ain’t hit your mama
A lot of pain in my body
Got me smokin’ marijuana
Pulled up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, took a nigga ho
Pluto running through the racks

[Hook: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Just got a Black Card… just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump? I’ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I’ma fuck up the profit
I’m the Grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I’m talkin’.. too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is.. too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I’m talkin’.. plug talk, this don’t pertain to you
‘Cause I’m a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meetin’ with my shooters, it’s been arranged for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne’s for you
You’re talkin’ gangster but you’se a lame, this ain’t the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, this ain’t the gang for you
It’s Wop

[Hook: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

FUTURE – Die A Gangsta lyrics

Better hope he die a gangster
Better hope he die a gangster
Super, out of here, yeah

I hope he die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, there’s too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put ’em holes in an asshole
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
What you do to my neck piece? Woah
What you do to my neck piece? Woah
What you do to my neck piece? Woah

I do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush on when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the (?) this a motherfucking trip

Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

60k on sip, 100 rounds in the clip
Somebody playing, they got spilt
Went I hit the Tec you better dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush and a leaf
Told you niggas I’m a beast
If you try your luck it ain’t sweet
I’ma put these niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the east
My plug 10 with the molly
I put your main in the knotty
I double barrel with the shotty
You pump faking with some riders
You lucky they ain’t hit your mama
A lot of pain in my body
Got me smoking marijuana
Pulled up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, took a nigga ho
Pulled up running through the racks

I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

Just got a black card just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump I’ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I’ma fuck up the profit
I’m the grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I’m talking too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I’m talking plug talk, this don’t pertain to you
Cause I’m a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meeting with my shooters it didn’t arrange for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne’s for you
You’re talking gangster but you’se a lame, this ain’t the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, this ain’t the gang for you
It’s Wop

I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

Gucci Mane & Future – Die A Gangsta

[Intro: Future]
Better hope he die a gangster
Better hope he die a gangster
Super, out of here, yeah

[Bridge: Future]
I hope he die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, there’s too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put ’em holes in an asshole
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
What you do to my neck piece? Woah
What you do to my neck piece? Woah
What you do to my neck piece? Woah

[Pre-Hook]
I do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush on when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the (?) this a motherfucking trip

[Hook: Future]
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
60k on sip, 100 rounds in the clip
Somebody playing, they got spilt
Went I hit the Tec you better dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush and a leaf
Told you niggas I’m a beast
If you try your luck it ain’t sweet
I’ma put these niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the east
My plug 10 with the molly
I put your main in the knotty
I double barrel with the shotty
You pump faking with some riders
You lucky they ain’t hit your mama
A lot of pain in my body
Got me smoking marijuana
Pulled up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, took a nigga ho
Pulled up running through the racks

[Hook: Future]
I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Just got a black card just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump I’ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I’ma fuck up the profit
I’m the grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I’m talking too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I’m talking plug talk, this don’t pertain to you
Cause I’m a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meeting with my shooters it didn’t arrange for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne’s for you
You’re talking gangster but you’se a lame, this ain’t the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, this ain’t the gang for you
It’s Wop

[Hook: Future]
I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

Future – Die A Gangsta lyrics

Better hope he die a gangster
Better hope he die a gangster
Super, out of here, yeah

I hope he die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, there’s too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put ’em holes in an asshole
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
What you do to my neck piece? Woah
What you do to my neck piece? Woah
What you do to my neck piece? Woah

I do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush on when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the (?) this a motherfucking trip

Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

60k on sip, 100 rounds in the clip
Somebody playing, they got spilt
Went I hit the Tec you better dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush and a leaf
Told you niggas I’m a beast
If you try your luck it ain’t sweet
I’ma put these niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the east
My plug 10 with the molly
I put your main in the knotty
I double barrel with the shotty
You pump faking with some riders
You lucky they ain’t hit your mama
A lot of pain in my body
Got me smoking marijuana
Pulled up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, took a nigga ho
Pulled up running through the racks

I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

Just got a black card just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump I’ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I’ma fuck up the profit
I’m the grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I’m talking too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I’m talking plug talk, this don’t pertain to you
Cause I’m a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meeting with my shooters it didn’t arrange for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne’s for you
You’re talking gangster but you’se a lame, this ain’t the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, this ain’t the gang for you
It’s Wop

I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah