I Told You Lyrics - Gucci Mane

Wop, Wop, Woptober, Wop 

Finally, this is the finale 

It's Gucci 

Yeah, yeah, GOAT 

These slides are Buscemi, my drawers and wifebeaters Givenchy 

A nigga be handsome, these white women say that they want me 

They say that I'm country but I'm number one in the country 

It's no need to tell me, I know you lil niggas is hungry 

Mike Will and Zay beat, I'ma ride that bitch just like a 10 speed 

My chick is a dime piece 

I bought her some shoes that cost 10 G's 

These bitches is grimy, befriending my bitch to get round me 

A nigga so shiny, they just wanna gawk at my timepiece 

From the top and I'm not stopping till the money stop 

I used to cook with several pots 

But now my hands in several pots 

You try to plot on 'Wop, my goons gon' play connect the dots 

My knot so big it slap you cross your forehead and it left a knot 

Related 

11 Delicious Misheard Lyrics About Food 

POPULAR SONG: Travis Scott 'HIGHEST IN THE ROOM' - LYRICS 

NEW SONG: DaBaby - 'Vibez' - LYRICS 

I told you, I told you 

I told you, I told you 

These boys didn't believe in me 

I showed you, I showed you 

My bitch my lil whoadie 

My bitch from Magnolia 

Surrounded by bad bitches 

We up without Forgi's 

We live bout that cash talk baby 

We live bout that cash talk baby 

I'm riding in Nascar baby 

I'm down with that asphalt 

They know not to play with us, ay 

We strapped like the black hawks 

I got that boy leaking out blood 

I got that boy getting chunked, yeah 

Now tell me the problem now 

I cut that head like a barber now 

They told me them boys are now 

I'ma pull up on your war right now 

The cops know we mobbing now 

I'ma go end what you started now 

We used to be dead broke 

Now we gon' do it real larger now 

You know I'ma vet it 

Gone but they sipping synthetic, ay 

They told and you let 'em 

These fuck niggas fake as their bezels, ay 

My gold from Brazil 

I got my shit out of treasure, ay 

You gotta wrap the weed 10 times to smell it, ay 

Cinderella smoking kush and cigarellos, hey 

Get them birdies, let them fly without propellors, hey 

Get the P, run up the door up, lift up and accelerate 

Drive the Wraithy, when it rain for the umbrellas, ay 

I told you, I told you 

I told you, I told you 

These boys didn't believe in me 

I showed you, I showed you 

My bitch my lil whoadie 

My bitch from Magnolia 

Surrounded by bad bitches 

We up without Forgi's 

We live bout that cash talk baby 

We live bout that cash talk baby 

I'm riding in Nascar baby 

I'm down with that asphalt 

They know not to play with us, ay 

We strapped like the black hawks 

I got that boy leaking out blood 

I got that boy getting chunked, yeah 

Burr, aha, it's Gucci