Super Cocky Lyrics - I'm Up - Gucci Mane

I'm super duper stupid cocky 

My wrist super duper rocky 

Rocky like the rocky mountains 

Make it rain water fountains 

Damn she got a stupid body 

I just popped a super molly 

Twin Ferraris got em thinkin 

I'm down with illuminati 

Say you sorry beg ya pardon 

Gucci tooled I pack a garden 

Ridin foreign rockin ralph lauren 

Call me liberaci 

Louie key chain belt and wallet 

Shoes and jeans and hat versace 

Gucci back so who can stop 

I cant lie I'm super cocky 

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I got money in every pocket in my cargos 

Pull up in a largo call me gucci fargo 

Sold so many dueces I should have a bar code 

Pj to las vegas want a half a mill at cosmos 

Fucked so many bitches dip my dick in rose gold 

Suicide doors on a rolls and you know 

That I had to go get the brain blowed 

They say gucci mane so hard but shawty local 

Never rap the same flow and never hit the same hoe 

Heard yo nigga in some money but he lame doe 

Yo boyfriends a lamo the egg beaters my logo 

Imma ruth-a-less I'm da gucci miss! 

I put diamonds all in my crucifix 

Yall know how I do the shit treat 

A r&b bitch like a groupie bitch 

Gucci mane make super profit 

Yo girlfriend is jocky jocky 

I know what you read about me 

I heard what you said about me 

Bitches think I'm feedin pigeons 

Cause I keep that bread around me 

10 bitches and only me this girl 

Is gettin some head beside me 

First I let her drive the car 

Then I let her ride the star 

On the bar don't own her bra 

I swear that girl a porno star 

Yo boyfriend gotta loaner car 

Ménage à trois I'm up to par 

Stay stupid fresh I'm extra sharp 

I swear he cross dress grandma ma 

I'm on yo break lets go to lunch 

She ate my balls like crunch and munch 

Pull up clean I love to stunt 

The backs the front the fronts the trunk 

Buy a pint to spike the punch 

Smoke out the pound we cram the blunts 

Scram if you ain't servin grams 

I still got what them junkies want