Little Friend

Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Okay Fuck it, I don't care The appeal When I fuckin' came to this fuckin' country All I had was a dollar and a dream [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] We need more Rosé My bitches gettin' thirsty My words like New Years Christmas came early Got these bitches urling, my earring's perfect My left pinky finger rollin' like George Gervin My name ain't Ervin but call me Magic Abra cadabra, top off the Phathom 458 Italia, first in the states Out of town plates, just to make it look great I need a haircut plus a carwash I get out the car and they take their bra's off See I fought the law and the fuckin' law won Came back on appeal wanna new outcome Overload your eardrums, hear it hear it come Income income, go and get you sum Say bye to the Bad guy Wave bye to the Bad guy Gucci Mane the bad guy Yes, I am the Bad guy Wave bye to the Bad guy [Refrain: Gucci Mane] I came to this country with a dollar and a dream And a choppa and a team full of killas, what you mean I'm a bad guy, bad guy from start til the end Say hello to my little friend I could've been a doctor, should've been a lawyer I go to court so much I could've been my own employer I'mma die a dope boy, always been a hustler Started off custom now I say hello to my little friend [Verse 2: Bun B] I sit back in the big lack with a 6 pack in the trunk Boppers lick that while I roll a big bag, nigga, full of scunk So get back where your clique at, got that click clack for the funk And them big racks, where your shit at, nigga? You look like a punk You say you finna do what? Nigga, gon' head and do it then You say you finna chop it up? Well, gon' screw it then You say that you the big man, well, where your belly? Penis got that butter, let me see you work your jelly Just like I thought, nigga, you look like a clown Take the red ball off your nose, bitch, and sit your ass down Rainbow wigging it, ho, I ain't digging it Bottles of Ciroc, ho, we [?] we ain't swigging it This game full of pussys, I'm putting my dick in it Bootting you bitches out the game, we ain't kicking it Middle fingers up, ho, you know where I'm sticking it Me and Gucci bricking it, while you niggas keep [?] it [Refrain: Gucci Mane] I came to this country with a dollar and a dream And a choppa and a team full of killas, what you mean I'm a bad guy, bad guy from start til the end Say hello to my little friend I could've been a doctor, should've been a lawyer I go to court so much I could've been my own employer I'mma die a dope boy, always been a hustler Started off custom now I say hello to my little friend [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I got sixty racks layin' on the floor in Magic City Like Samuel L Jackson I think it's time for killin' I touched his wife titty and the nigga start trippin' That ain't proper etiquette you see the bitch strippin' AR-15 ripped his ass into pieces Don't get it twisted think it's all about the pieces And all about the bracelets I'm still fighting cases Ten thousand for the glasses Diamonds in they faces Your own blood taste it We stomp you till you tasteless My t-shirt ain't tailored You read what is said, bitch Brick squad bossman off with you head, bitch Run for the exit They shootin' inside here Parking lot gun fight bodies outside here Police best bet come with the riot gear Soldiers down to die here Move to America Dollar and a dream and a donor picture, tear it up [Refrain: Gucci Mane] I came to this country with a dollar and a dream And a choppa and a team full of killas, what you mean I'm a bad guy, bad guy from start til the end Say hello to my little friend I could've been a doctor, should've been a lawyer I go to court so much I could've been my own employer I'mma die a dope boy, always been a hustler Started off custom now I say hello to my little friend