Kansas Lyrics - I'm Up - Gucci Mane

Shawty cooler than fan, but her man not me 

Got a real hot mouth, but she a stone cold freak 

10 girls in my suite, brought sand to the beach 

Got a nigga from the country, come two times a week 

I'm in a red Maserati with some snow white seats 

And when I skeet I try to aim it at her snow white teeth 

Red bottoms on the wood, watchin' the Hawks play the Heat 

Brought the whole Bricksquad, 10 grand every seat 

6 ounces and a liter that's a dirty sweet tea 

I'm a put this game on every bad bitch that I meet 

I'm a zone 6 king and my jeans got wings 

I'm a rich girl's fantasy, a poor girl's dream 

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Hold up stop the track, let's get some understandin' 

I'm servin' softball, I pitch underhanded 

Your girlfriend said she like me but I'm too demandin' 

Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas 

My stash done got so big that I can't rubber band it 

My plug be speakin' Spanish I can't understand it 

So stop the track my nigga let's get some understandin' 

Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas 

Now I can't dance a lick but look my diamonds dancin' 

Rap or trap my nigga I'm a take my chances 

I had a couple jooks didn't go down how I planned it 

I guess I fronted him too much, he couldn't handle it 

You disrespect the Squad then you get reprimanded 

Blowin' kush in the house, she smokin' second handed 

I got the whole pack sold 'fo the pack landed 

Chicken bags in the trap, call it hand to handin' 

And you ain't gotta shop with me that's fine and dandy 

Two ways, four nines call it Georgia candy 

Cookin' dope in Lou Vuittion cause I'm kinda fancy 

I met your bitch at the bar, got her two shots of Brandy 

Hold up wait, let me explain 

Half my niggas move ki's of 'caine 

Jewish lawyers what we've attained 

In my car's where she give brain 

Bought the V of Dorthy 

Yellow road, sellin' bricks 

Big face, yellow wrist, drop top, hello bitch 

Cut the shit, make sure that we see eye to eye 

We got them birds and they don't fly up in the sky 

Bitch, and you gon' take this trip to Kansas 

And you gon' get them bricks of dandruff 

I wash the money like it's Head & Shoulders 

I watch the money like a deadly cobra 

And hit my phone once you got the bricks 

You hit the road you better hold it if you gotta piss