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Gucci Mane - Dont Look At Me Ft Young Thug Lyrics

Don’t Look at Me
[Intro: Gucci Mane]
On the cell with Meechy and he told me I'm the realest ni***
*808 Mafia*
Ya... s'Gucci!
*This beat is so-so Metro*
I'm a walking work of art, body marked, yeah it's marked on
Gave me brain, bless her heart, I taped it on my smartphone
Kush cologne smelling like a bale plus a bale of strong
Pink foamposites same color the shit I'm drinking on
Double cup, styrofoam cup, man I'm going on
Geeked up for a while so I rolled a blunt a mile long
Spikes on my feet like they cleats, not an athlete
Christian Louboutins to the wallet, bitch, don't ask me
I'm a King P, how you mistake me for a car thief
Me, Peewee, Thugga, Young Duke and Chief Keef
T.H.3 through the summer, bitch we off the leash
Two pair of Jordans in my trunk, got that .223
Breast cancer supporter, I pour it up like Hennessy
Fuck ni*** better say squad or he a enemy
Got a show in Tennessee and I'ma charge them fifty G
Nigga say he's headhunting, revolver the remedy
My bitch got a body, she don't speak no English
The Bentley on Bleveland, don't look when you see me
That rarri on Mooreland, keep straight, don't you look at me
Them gators got syphilis, her diamonds from Tiffany's
Lil bitch I'm a demon, they know I'm a flight risk
I hold up my Rollie, I ice out my Breitling
Now what do you call it, we balling so icy
Our song is so icy, Bricksquad not nice bitch
Call me Guwop Macaroni
Make you stick yourself like Tony, ni***
Stick yourself for me, ni***
Don't step on these ponies, ni***
Monkey nuts on all my guns
So yeah them is my homies ni***
I only f*** with killas, ni***
Don't f*** with phonies, ni***
Mob meeting with the clique like Lucky Luciano ni***
Medusa head, Gianni, ni***, my shoes and belt is Pucci ni***
Why they call you Gucci Man and you head to toe Louie, ni***?
Like James Harden, re'd up on mils but I don't play for Houston, ni***
On the cell with Meechy and he told me I'm the realest ni***
R.I.P. to Fat, shoutout to Webbie and free Boosie ni***
Three mil I got crazy diamonds, mental institution, ni***
Zone 6 14 year old killers, this the revolution, ni***
Racketeering and extortion and prostitution, ni***
Bentley just pulled over me and I'm on constitution, ni***
You hating, what you proving ni***?
Yo girl is a juicy ni***, you size me up, I f*** your bitch
You better not f*** with Gucci ni***
My bitch got a body, she don't speak no English
The Bentley on Bleveland, don't look when you see me
That rarri on Mooreland, keep straight, don't you look at me
Them gators got syphilis, her diamonds from Tiffany's
Lil bitch I'm a demon, they know I'm a flight risk
I hold up my Rollie, I ice out my Breitling
Now what do you call it, we balling so icy
Our song is so icy, Bricksquad not nice bitch