Gucci Mane - Alot Lyrics

verse 1 my time piece custom tennis shoes custom 90 bricks just pasted customs i ain't even touch em may not even bust em any rapper challenge me turtle race dust em my gat is not a custom he got on a costume acting like a bamboo slap u with a bronze stew like 4 set rushed em everybody jumped him gucci mane so bossed up don't make me get to hush him god can only judge me lord can only judge him he don't have a plug so den somebody stuck him gucci got a flop mouth somebody punch em last nigga tried dat head look like a pumpkin i don't give a fuck it u fucks don't give a fuck.

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how many cars do u got alot how many times have u popped ya glock alot how many times have u cruised da block alot how many haters do u think i got alot how many times have i talked about alot how much money do u think i got alot how many more man might get shot alot how many more men might get shot alot
verse 2
gucci got enlarged on them heard he rob with carbon 15s with grenade launchers on em tech nine with the cool it on it if u wanna take it off me ill put all my jewelry on take it for replace it ain't no need to put insurance on it homie got an eye problem lil momma need insurance on it like my nigga waka flocka don't wanna bag of money sniper rifle shoot yo pussy ass from around da corner i be riding in my Lamborghini game sexing women thinking back when i was in cutlass wit no airconditon this track is so far from risen think i got a heart condition click got so much jewelry on leave yo ass wit blurry vision honestly i pay so much money i can't wear true religion yall niggaz be truly snitching stop asking bout Alger Wilson u niggaz no competition it's gucci it's gucci uhhh alot
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verse 3
gucci mane phenomenon napkins wit 3 numbers on fucking wit a rubber on yellow lam yellow blunt me and monnie got a blunt yew and rats don't get along no u cannot have a loan right now cus I'm never home pictures on my camera phone make a nigga wanna rap wanna be like gucci mane wanna live off in da trap no dis ain't da life until u think before u enter hungry ass a nigga had da singles out in Libra make u a beliver wen u c me wit da eagle street sweeper shoot people cus dey think they equal deeper den dis rap shit dead people can't talk blind men can't c gucci knock yo head off