Blind (Explicit) - Gucci Mane (古驰·马内)/A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Xavier Dotson/Artist Dubose

Gucci Mane：

Guwopo

You gotta be rich to hang with me

All these keep blinding me

All these diamonds keep blinding me

No snitches no suckers nah

Mwah

I ain't with it

Zaytoven

Go

Gucci Mane：

She said she don't got no type she like the boss type

Boss

A rich n***a that be down to f**k her all night

Lock

Big Guwop in your house cuff your ho type

Cuff hrt

Old insecure n***a you a ho type

Go

I told Zay I need the East Atlanta Bay s**t

Bay s**t

I vote Gucci Mane and Zay as the greatest

Greatest

N***as mad 'cause they broke and they ain't relevant

No

I touched a quarter brick and never been broke ever since

Skrrt

I got money I got power I'm not 50 Cent

Nah

But I can teach you how to rob I been doin' it

Yup

B***h it's President's Day I'm the president

Gucci

She tryna suck my d**k and use that s**t for evidence

Huh

If you come too close you in rare air

Every time I hit the club I rock a rare pair

Ooh

Twin stones on my finger and the cut pair

Burr

And they big as real pears I'm a real player

Wow

I need a towel 'cause I'm drippin' colder Klondike Bear

Well d**n

Need to call a timeout 'cause this s**t ain't fair

Huh

B***h got runway s**t that she ain't even wear

Yeah

On a tear right now man this s**t unreal

Yeah

No cap no cut it's a done deal

Playin' blackjack I took 'em down a f**kin' half a mil'

Delusions of Grandeur so call Dr. Phil

Call him

Drop top red vert God take the wheel

Wop

A Boogie wit da Hoodie：

Hah she know my pockets is swollen

She worried 'bout the wrong things yeah

Ninety-nine pair of Balmains yeah

And she be actin' like she know me

I can buy you bags buy you Rollies

But I can tell you really need controllin'

Before you was my girl you was my homie

Anytime you want you can hold it

A Boogie wit da Hoodie：

I'm an artist I'm not a sketcher yeah yeah

I'm a certified flexer yeah yeah

You buggin' if you think I trust ya

That .38 stay in my dresser

But they ain't know that I was messed up yeah yeah

They must've thought I wouldn't catch up yeah

Now open up and let me stretch ya

Do that thing that you be doin' with your leg up

I'm a king and I don't feel no f**kin' pressure

I be singin' while I rap I feel like Usher

I'm that n***a Amiri got every sweater

If you that n***a n***a say it with your chest oh

She love my swag oh yeah

I bought her a new bag I paid a bag for it

I'm gon' give it to her if she ask for it

And she know I started in the back oh yeah

Girl I love it when you throw it back on me

I'm gon' f**k you good and make you mad horny

Swear that I was cheatin' you were black on me

Yeah this is my mood I'm wearing black all week

I used to have that motherf**kin' MAC on me

But now I got somebody else to blast for me

But f**k it if I gotta do it mask on me

Yeah this is my mood yeah

I'm wearing black all week hah

A Boogie wit da Hoodie：

Hah she know my pockets is swollen

She worried 'bout the wrong things yeah

Ninety-nine pair of Balmains yeah

And she be actin' like she know me

I can buy you bags buy you Rollies

But I can tell you really need controllin'

Before you was my girl you was my homie

Anytime you want you can hold it

A Boogie wit da Hoodie：

Anytime you want you can hold it

She be worried 'bout the wrong things

Ninety-nine pair of Balmains