Story Lyrics - Gucci Mane

I got 25 pipes in my book bag 

25 ounces of that OG gag 

I got a mouthful of y'all niggas OG bag 

And I'ma paper round 1 and y'all not fed 

I got the pretty ice glass with the dragons 

I made a half of mil made out of fan kits 

And I still get the dough to your daddy 

Coming on 'cause you know I fuck your mamy 

26 is great 8 with the headbag 

Can't hear from your mama what a G bag 

Red 4's on already black bentley 

Crib blue forging lookin just like pentley 

On way nigga but I rhyme on the schemeless 

Just hit a lick so I'm finna spend plenty 

Pop up in the club I ain't thought up in the 20 

I at least made 20 mil on I 20 

20 year old, hit 20 fucking licks 

30 years old Gucci 20 year old bitch 

Acting roze at 30 years old 

Suicide dogs, I don't wanna die bitch 

Got a call from my niggas said daddy what a bleach 

Tell me where you wanna come that's where he will be 

Pillow with a mac 11 rding for the fresh 

And a nigga gon jump me, a nigga gon jump 

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(2) 

Just got a call and my dog got some steady 

Get the car keys and the chopper's out the alley 

This the part of the game where shit gets tragic 

Nigga say he got problem, we gotta let him have it 

All a couple AK's and a couple cars 

With my dog been robbin' now we got a couple problems 

He wrong or he right, bitch we shoot on sight 

Burn your man's house down the next morning catch a flight 

Check 'em out her hope he told his family good night 

Out in Vegas partying like it ain't shit happened 

Out here fucking with these bitches tryin to see what happenin 

I hate bitch ass niggas with a passion 

I had to leave ain't got time for no question asking 

Feet kicked up smoking and relaxing 

Shoot a nigga ass out, John Paxen 

(3) 

I'm the type of nigga will shoot you in public 

Rather to a nigga that I robbed in the public 

I said I heard you lookin for me and he try to change the subject 

Had that pussy in my breeze said he thought I went epic 

Up in told all day riding through the public 

Somebody called the police 'cause they thought I was gonna bust them 

I ain't get shit bad that is not out for discussion 

They say the nose on 6 boys had to be trusted 

But love ever take you there and pull up in the cullies 

If your nigga had a roast then the pussy nigga lucky 

I might pull up in a Rolls Royce and pull up in a bucket 

Ye I rob your home boy but I ain't motherfucking ducking 

If you see me in the club better keep on trucking 

'Cause these niggas on the fuck shit and they ain't with the fuck around 

Got a pistol with you dog and here it's the crystal 

Matter of fact 2 pistols can't let you get the pistol 

You made it I was 8 when I first learned to wrestle 

I was bind on cook, man those fuckers was catching 

Get silly squick, man the law he was blessing 

Got a car and then a tec got a whole lot of weaponry 

How the bed how the dough where I go off the extasy 

Can't pull a move maybe nigga was finessing 

But I broke off and got it bigger on professionally 

Then my first second mil put that pussy along that massacre