Get The Doe Lyrics - Gucci Mane

[Featuring: Rocko] 

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] 

It's iced out shawty 

Your bitch wanna fuck with me, I don't doubt it 

Gucci Mane show man, the club so crowded 

Got a mean watch on me, cost a cool 140 

I'm the center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me 

I took a picture with your bitch, I don't know why you allowed it 

We check the strong pack in, yeah my kush is the loudest 

And my name ring bells, different countries and counties 

They had a bounty on my chain, how the fuck they found it 

I blow so much purp that I can't stay grounded 

6's on my skraight 8 Jeep, yea it's mounted 

A nigga say he jack me, how the fuck that sounded 

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[Hook: Gucci Mane] 

200 cash, that's on the floor 

I got 100 bands going out the door 

Bitch kiss my ass, fuck them foes 

I'm hustling hard baby, gotta get the doe 

200 cash, layin' on the floor 

I got 100 bands going out the door 

Kiss my ass, bitch fuck them foes 

I'm hustling hard bitch, I gotta get the doe 

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] 

I'm hustling hard, bitch I gotta get the doe 

I'm Coca Cola sellin' soda, whippin' it in the bowl 

I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm shittin' like on the commode 

I'm sackin', I'm freezin', I'm flippin' that Cola, you niggas be sellin' your soul 

This here shit is gettin' crazy, niggas are gettin' bold 

If niggas will tell on they mama, they hit the fan, they act like hoes 

I'm goin' my loop with steel-toed boots, so niggas can't step on my toes 

I'm cockin' my pistol and smoking these swishers, I'm bout to lose control 

I'm workin that show like I'm flippin that dope, my pockets are super swole 

Ride through the trap and I got that scrap, don't know who's friend or foe 

These niggas'll blow your head, I'll just pour a ounce of blow 

And since you ran off with a brick then watch this stick blow off your nose 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Rocko] 

Soon as I enter, pussy niggas exit 

Ball like the arena, go home with all that flexin' 

Real street niggas in your area, we ain't goin' for it, we dare ya 

F'in Glock carrier, we gon' bury ya 

All the bitches hysterical, they know how I kick it 

Sat watchin' ass nigga, you ain't come to spend it, why the fuck you here 

Poor hustlin' ass nigga, 100 bands in my ear 

On the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear 

Born champion, gladiator, conquered all my fields 

Been alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 year 

I'm with Gucci, that my brother from another mother 

Brothers of the same struggle, still in the trap house, we so gutter 

[Hook]