Real Gas

Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] (80-08-80-a-a-maf-maf-mafia) I'm in a real Dually, my life a real movie (Tarentino) Your girlfriend want to change your heart, she is a real groupie I'm rockin' real diamonds, you rockin' real fluey And this is not a water gun, this is a real Uzi [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I got more motherfucking money than a preacher, ho (Preacher, ho) I'm like a million dollars richer than a week ago (Week ago) Got so much jewelry on, I look just like a jewelry store (Jewelry store) If you a bad bitch, then why you wearing sneakers for? (Sneakers for) You say you ballin', what you sittin' in the bleachers for? (Bleachers for) Rolls Royce a head shot, but my charger is a body blow (Body blow, 80-08-80-a-a-maf-maf-mafia) If you don't suck it right, then I guess got to teach the ho (Teach the ho) I'm smoking swishers, not the same shit Wiz Khalifa smoke [Chorus: Gucci Mane & Waka Flocka Flame] I'm smoking real gas, spend money real fast (Tarentino) Lil' momma sexy, but I wonder if that's her real ass (No) I want her real bad, I got a real bag I got it on me the long way, I got that real cash (Yup) I roll with real niggas, I'm talking real killas And I suggest you stay in line, we got real bad tempers (808 Mafia, Flocka) I'm rockin' real Prada, I'm rocking real Louie (Flocka; B S M) These other suckas' out here imposters, I'm the real Gucci (1017, nigga; S'Gucci) [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] This is a one stop shop selling weed, mollies, xans (Tarentino, Flocka) Steal from me, I'm killing all close friends (Nigga) He smokin' dope out of chicken bones and soda cans (Hahaha) Clayton County, that's gangland (Riverdale) My shooters, they got shooters, man (Squad) He wanna rob, better change his plans (What) When they run in his house, everybody backin' out and they shootin', man If you want the pounds, I'm in Riverdale (Okay) I'm [?] send 100 bands (Okay), on 85, that's real shit (Okay), flex too much (Okay), get your door kicked Can't stand a lame and a broke bitch (No) It ain't hard to tell, nigga, I'm the man Can't fuck with soldiers or middle men So I'm a boss nigga, I do boss shit Like a GD, I'm a boss bitch, hangin' out the window with a chopstick Got leather gloves with no mask, when I hit a lick Just to let you know who took your shit (80-08-80-a-a-maf-maf-mafia) You lame as hell, you a free pick, my young niggas, they'll murk your ass for a half a brick Need to rob that's my freak, bitch (Squad) [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I'm smoking real gas, spend money real fast (Tarentino) Lil' momma sexy, but I wonder if that's her real ass (No) I want her real bad, I got a real bag I got it on me the long way, I got that real cash (Yup) I roll with real niggas, I'm talking real killas And I suggest you stay in line, we got real bad tempers (808 Mafia) I'm rockin' real Prada, I'm rocking real Louie These other suckas out here imposters, I'm the real Gucci (S'Gucci) (Tarentino)