Gucci Mane Nobody song lyrics

1: Gucci Mane]

There's a trap in every hood and all the j's want that good dope

Gucci got that clean cause all the snorters want that real coke

Multimillionaire the real La Flare but I feel broke

10 Million dollar mane but I can't hang with these rich folks

My little boy was only 2 he asked me, "papa, what a roo-poo?"

5 years old closet full of jays; fruit loops

They say Gucci Mane the god of making music people trap to

Drumma Boy the god of making music Gucci snap to

Section 8 apartment and them babies need some fruit loops

Pampers and a bath cause they mamma smoking crack too

How you gone critique me, you industry

I'm in the streets, you out the streets

I murk the streets and murk the beat

I'm Hercules, no murkin' me

Gucci back home making music niggas clap to

He don't never come to the hood unless he have to

Rappin' ass niggas I'mma make my niggas rap you

Its big Gucci, not Bobby V, so ain't no way you jackin' me

I ain't really scared of nobody

I ain't backin' down for nobody

You got teardrops on your face with no bodies

Red cars with tint on them so niggas looking but can't see

Paved the way for making trap music so street niggas should thank me

Ain't no way you'll out think me

Ain't no way that you could jank me

And all I sending is head shots cause I don't shoot at niggas feet

Niggas better retreat when they see me

On G.P. shoot up the BP

Nigga died with his gun, couldn'a been me

One deep on the street with a street sweep?

Gucci Man, I'mma shoot you in your pee pee

Get you fucked in jail like a fefe

Niggas know about Flocka & Gucci

Naw we ain't beef he sissy

I'm the type to shoot out Peachtree

You the type that wanna' be me

Bullets just fly right by me

These fuck niggas tried to hit me

You scouts don't get no brownies

One shot just hit my Bentley

Another hit my Charger, but it didn't hurt my hemi