Embalming Fluid

Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Huh, 1017 (Huh) BSM 1 0 1 7 [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Why y'all keep on worryin' 'bout what Flocka doin' Need to worry if you got some life insurance Why y'all keep on worryin' bout what Gucci doin' Need to think if y'all got some embalming fluid Why y'all keep on worryin' 'bout what Flocka doin' Need to worry if you got some life insurance Why you keep on worryin' bout what Gucci doin' Need to worry if you got embalming fluid [Bridge: Gucci Mane] Embalming fluid, embalming fluid Burn your body up, we need some lighter fluid Lighter fluid, lighter fluid End of the day, you shouldn't of got into it Got into it, got into it End of the day, we shouldn't have got into it [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Broke fifths in my bag bitch I'mma shoot first, ain't asking shit Before I talk to em, bring chalk to em I'mma blast them, put a fork in it Gun fight, you brought a knife in it You gamblin' with your life in it Layin pipe to your wife goddamn this is sad business Good playin' but bad intentions Talkin' long but the man didn't listen Shootout for thirty minutes [?] the kitchen sink in the whole damn kitchen Got a lot but I might risk it Still serving these white chickens Drink white liquor, fuck white bitches, might pull up in my white Bentley Why you worried bout Flocka business 'cause what he eat ain't makin' you shit Why you worry bout Gucci business, like groupie bitches you all on my dick [Bridge: Gucci Mane] Embalming fluid, embalming fluid Burn your body up, we need some lighter fluid Lighter fluid, lighter fluid End of the day, you shouldn't of got into it [Chorus: Gucci Mane & Waka Flocka Flame] Why y'all keep on worryin' 'bout what Flocka doin' Need to worry if you got some life insurance Why y'all keep on worryin' bout what Gucci doin' Need to think if y'all got some embalming fluid Why y'all keep on worryin' 'bout what Flocka doin' Need to worry if you got some life insurance Why you keep on worryin' bout what Gucci doin' (FLOCKA!) Need to worry if you got embalming fluid [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] My clip strong, no six pack Bullets rip your muscle, push your wig back Diamond chains can't snatch that No talking just click clack In the VIP where the pills at Smoking strong that Bill Jack I'm a real nigga you all rap You a fuck nigga it ain't safe for ya My flag red, my dawgs felons You a fuck nigga yo dawgs talkin 20 bands my dawgs'll off him Rolling hard off a blue dolphin Popped a molly, that molly juice Beat the pussy like I produce She brought her friend that's an alley oop With two hands go animal Animal yeah animal She fucked Dirty she fucked Scooter Beat made by Lex Luger My B-I don't worry bout it Money don't worry bout it Bitch I'm already rich Diamonds in my grill I be talking cash shit Squad [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Why y'all keep on worryin' 'bout what Flocka doin' Need to worry if you got some life insurance Why y'all keep on worryin' bout what Gucci doin' Need to think if y'all got some embalming fluid Why y'all keep on worryin' 'bout what Flocka doin' Need to worry if you got some life insurance Why you keep on worryin' bout what Gucci doin' Need to worry if you got embalming fluid