On Me Lyrics - Gucci Mane

A thug's life don't matter. We don't give a shit about you damn thugs, your life don't matter. And you sons of bitches, you fixing to find out how it don't matter cause you done pissed us off, you bunch of bastards 

Big, big, big pills on me (still on Gucci) 

You lose your life, fucking right, try me and Bleek (Burr) 

I put my first gat first, then sting, I don't think 

I get your head to the white, make your shit pink 

All OG pink, don't fuck with me 

I need a detox cause I've been smoking kush all week 

And if I piss some dirty urine then I'm up shit creek 

I'm major touring shows everyday, I gets no sleep 

My money lanky, taller than a man 6 foot 3 

My left pinky nine carrot diamond cut so neat 

And if I told you what it cost, you would say "golly" 

I spend 50k a month and that's just on chains 

I got your girlfriend rolling blunts in the VIP 

I got a carbon 15 sitting on my front seat 

And plus my shoes'll eat your face like bon appetit 

The feds looking at me, know they got they eyes on me 

I feel like 2Pac when he made All Eyez On Me 

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I keep the Glock on me 

Stupid Glock on me 

I can't let 'em get the drop on me 

I keep a nine on me, stupid nine on me 

Lord knows I got guap on me 

Stupid rocks on me, crazy rocks on me 

I paid a million for this watch on me golly 

And my bricks so young, my birds gon' need ID 

I feel like 2Pac when he made All Eyez On Me 

Bitch you misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies 

Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these 

Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded 

Now that we made it my adversaries is player hating 

Got a Mercedes for these tricks, that thought I quit 

Then got a drop top Jag for these bitches that's on my dick 

Go to a club in a pack, I'm smoking bud in the back 

I wait for niggas to trip, cause bitch I love to scrap 

Now mama raised me as a thug nigga, with love niggas 

I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer 

I went from rocks to 'zines, writing raps and movies 

I went from trusting these tricks now they all want to sue me 

So fuck em' all 

I keep the Glock on me 

Stupid Glock on me 

I can't let 'em get the drop on me 

I keep a nine on me, stupid nine on me 

Lord knows I got guap on me 

Stupid rocks on me, crazy rocks on me 

I paid a million for this watch on me golly 

And my bricks so young, my birds gon' need ID 

What you know bout me? You ain't got nothing on me 

It get so lonely at the top, I need some company 

My swears so stupid that these hoes be holding domes for me 

She wanna stay with me, know that I'ma faithfully 

I'm like a drug to her, she can't walk away from me 

Niggas don't play with me cause I keep AK's with me 

Police invaded till I know they fucking taping me 

But all they gonna see is diamond cars and currency 

I'm currently out the country chasing currency 

I got some weed on me now and some ecstasy 

30 grams and a nine and a knife on me 

Watch your mouth bout me, dirty South ID 

Do your momma teach you don't talk when grown folks speak? 

It's Gucci