Fucking Off

Album cover art for "Fucking Off" by Gucci Mane & Young Greatness

Gucci Mane & Young Greatness - Rap, Atlanta Rap

Fucking Off

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Duration: 3:17

Lyrics

[Hook: Gucci Mane] She call my phone talkin' 'bout I'm fucking off, but she pro'ly the one that's fucking off Don't call my phone talkin' 'bout I'm fucking off, when you the one that's pro'ly fucking off She call me talkin' 'bout I'm fucking off, but she the one that's pro'ly fucking off Don't call my phone talkin' 'bout I'm fucking off, cause you the one that's pro'ly fucking off [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] At K.O.D., 50 I'm fucking off It's me, Birdman, Weezy, Scooter and Ross Now my girl said that I can't come to the house, she let me in but made me sleep straight on the couch Man I stay outta town, man I go in and out Yo' friends they stay in our business, they need to hush, I'm out Bank account pregnant again, we need a bigger house I'm making euros I might put 'em in a Swiss account [Verse 2: Young Greatness] My girl still trippin', I said, "What's wrong wit' you?" I told her I'm wit' Gucci tryna bus'-a-move She think I'm here wit' Nicki, I say, "Girl you lyin'" Cause I just got my potatoes and them chickens frying [Hook] [Verse 3: Figg Panamera] I know that you fucking off, girl I know you messy You got on that rachet shit cause you gettin' dressy Dressed up for nothin' cause you hit my phone All yo' partners rachet, all of them give dome All of them be smokin', all of them be ridin' All of them be doin' trains, you know they be collidin' Me and my nigga smokin' in the back of the valley slidin' So I seen another bitch, and I told her, "Let's ride" Damn she don't got no weed, she don't got no fit on tight, and she ain't got her weave She don't understand this boy right here be 'bout his steez So I told her hit them streets, then she understood me [Hook]

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  • Gucci Mane