Backwards Lyrics - Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane 

Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucc' (Gucc') (Yeah) 

Wizop there, Wizop there, Wizop there 

Wizop there, Wizop there (Guwop) 

Gucci there, Gucci there, Gucci there 

Gucci, Guwop, oh that Gucc' (Gucc') (Guwop) 

(It's Gucci) 

God keep coverin' me with drip, I think He tryna smother me 

They stopped me at the border, had too many felonies 

I'm splashin', I ain't even drippin' 

Laughin', I ain't even trippin' 

I'm crashin', I ain't even dissin' 

Heard he dropped somethin', I ain't even listen 

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No one realer, triller, street gorilla 

I pull up like Chauncey Billups 

Nigga, don't gas me, I don't need a fill-up 

Took her up and make her suck my dick till she hiccup 

Wild nigga slim like a bicycle rim 

But his bank obese and the pockets on chubby 

Hit up like head-cold just like Lovett 

Thuggin' in public, these hoes love it 

I double and triple, quadruple your budget 

Baseball money like David Justice 

Whole load sold, I ain't even touched it 

Underarm kush, damn, the room so musty 

Most of you rappers all style, no substance 

Big ol' rocks on, they disgust me 

Niggas talk but never touch me 

Broke haters can't tell me nothin' 

(Fuck 'em) 

Yeah, this that Meek Mill 'n' Gucci Mane 

Young nigga swim through F and N's 

They gon' come right back through, like a boomerang 

Louis and Saint Laurent drip, ooh 

Pimp on these bitches like Pootie Tang 

He wanna be by that bitch but we all fuckin' her 

So he don't know who to blame 

She want a check from me, huh 

She gotta check for me, huh 

Fuckin' the two baddest bitches on Instagram 

They on the ecstasy, hey 

Diamonds like Voss, and I got the sauce 

I mix up the recipe 

Before all this rappin' shit, I was a trapper 

The plug gon' invest in me 

Woah, jumped off the porch 

I got a Porsche, too many hitters 

They can't extort, I take that meal to the table, no fork 

Then split it up with my dogs like divorce 

They shot at us, it was by force 

We shot at them, they went to court 

I don't wan' beef with these niggas no more 

I cannot beef with these niggas no more 

Shorty says she only fuck trappers 

Ended up fuckin' with a rapper 

Damn, bitch, how you go backwards? 

Diamonds all froze like Alaska 

That ain't even none of my business 

Put your face down and your ass up 

I ain't preachin' to you like the pastor 

I'ma keep runnin' these bands up, yeah 

Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up 

Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up 

All these diamonds on me make me handsome 

Shorty fuckin' on me like a dancer 

Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up 

Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up 

Went from a trapper to a rapper 

Damn, bitch, how you go backwards? 

Wow, I thought I was proud of you 

But I take it back 

You wouldn't understand 

When you out with a stack 

Or are you tired of that 

Where these shooters at 

Thought you had a plug 

Yeah I had a scrub 

Damn