Die A Gangsta Lyrics - Gucci Mane

[Intro: Future] 

Better hope he die a gangster 

Better hope he die a gangster 

Super, out of here, yeah 

[Bridge: Future] 

I hope he die a gangster 

I hope you plan on game, there's too much blood on these fingers 

Send out a headshot, put 'em holes in an asshole 

I'm running on X pills, I'm out of control 

I'm running on X pills, I'm out of control 

What you do to my neck piece? Woah 

What you do to my neck piece? Woah 

What you do to my neck piece? Woah 

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[Pre-Hook] 

I do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings 

For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush on when you was real 

We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib 

We got a semi auto, you the desperado this a motherfucking trip 

[Hook: Future] 

Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get killed 

All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain't real 

Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah 

They can't even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah 

[Verse 1: Future] 

60k on sip, 100 rounds in the clip 

Somebody playing, they got spilt 

Went I hit the Tec you better dip 

Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped 

In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip 

Gram of kush and a leaf 

Told you niggas I'm a beast 

If you try your luck it ain't sweet 

I'ma put these niggas right beneath me 

I make my way throughout the east 

My plug 10 with the molly 

I put your main in the knotty 

I double barrel with the shotty 

You pump faking with some riders 

You lucky they ain't hit your mama 

A lot of pain in my body 

Got me smoking marijuana 

Pulled up in his side of trenches 

Pulled up, get a nigga whacked 

Pulled up, took a nigga ho 

Pulled up running through the racks 

[Hook: Future] 

I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster 

I hope he die a gangster 

Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get killed 

All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain't real 

Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah 

They can't even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah 

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] 

Just got a black card just to go in the wallet 

Soon as I go in your jump I'ma go in your pocket 

They call me East Atlanta Santa, I'ma fuck up the profit 

I'm the grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking 

I'm talking too cocky, I got so much juice 

My wrist is too rocky, they done let Wop loose 

I'm talking plug talk, this don't pertain to you 

Cause I'm a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel 

You got a meeting with my shooters it didn't arrange for you 

I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne's for you 

You're talking gangster but you'se a lame, this ain't the lane for you 

This FBG and 1017, this ain't the gang for you 

It's Wop 

[Hook: Future] 

I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster 

I hope he die a gangster 

Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get killed 

All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain't real 

Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah 

They can't even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah