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(Verse 1: Gucci Mane) Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol You can call me Gucci guwap when I do a song with you But don't walk up on me homes, I ain't finna blow no strong with you Got them young shooters with me they don't get along with you If you ain't get no money nigga what is wrong with you And I can't tell your own, they must have the wrong picture I'm in the whip sippin' lean, with this very long swisher I drink promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture If you knew that you wouldn't do that I swear you would not kiss her Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin to tell on Guy Fisher If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him (Hook) You's a dead man, playing games with the bread You's a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man Dead man you're playing games with my bread You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man Dead man, dead man, you's a dead man Dead man, dead man, you's a dead man Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man (Verse 2: Young Scooter) Five deuce, 4 tray 6 A Songtexte8 watches, 4 chains 6 rings Pot Forks don't add the high cost From coast to coast, I said numbers on the dope Remix to you, you know I can sell you both 16-5 Prices lower then shawty low, When I drive got my seat leanin low Bricks inside gott'em stash in the door Always road running, me and Gucci getting money fast keep comin' Try to trailer in the morning won't stop jugging Every month I make 4 hundred, I'm a street nigga I got rich off of junkies (Hook) You's a dead man, playing games with the bread You's a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man Dead man you're playing games with my bread You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man Dead man, dead man, you's a dead man Dead man, dead man, you's a dead man Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man Aus Songtexte Mania