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1017 (Ayy, yo, BandPlay) PRE Fuck what they talkin' 'bout I've been gettin' my cake and runnin' wild since a lil' child Yeah, gettin' it every day, I'm workin' sun up 'til the sun down Yeah, I'm gettin' it every day, these niggas hatin', tryna see how I do this shit Bitch, I'm not new to this, I'm true to this, you grew to this I got that thirty on me, that ruler clip, I'll do you in Shoot you and all your friends, yeah, I'm goin' ten for ten Yeah, these niggas hoes, they ain't gon' touch a hair on my chinny-chin Yeah, big PRE championship ring 'cause all I do is win Yeah, big old Glock, riding down the street up in a big old Benz Huh, hop out designer with J's again? Yeah, I set that trend Uh, I used to drip, now I drench Huh, yeah, bitch, I drench Uh, yeah, I've been buyin' so much shit, it don't make no sense Yeah, all my exes throwin' fits, they missed out on the kid Yeah, no matter how much money I get, I'll never pay a bitch Or never pay attention, nigga Uh, yeah, I'm paralyzed, I got no feelings Yeah, I got no feelings for these lil' scandalous-ass bitches Yeah, when it come to gettin' money, bitch, I'm so persistent SongtexteYeah, bitch, I'm so precise Uh, you know I got stripes, ayy Fuck what they talkin' 'bout I've been gettin' my cake and runnin' wild since a lil' child Yeah, gettin' it every day, I'm workin' sun up 'til the sun down Yeah, I'm gettin' it every day, these niggas hatin', tryna see how (How) I do this shit I do it, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this shit (I do this shit, I do this shit) Yeah, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this shit (I do this shit, I do this shit Huh?) Yeah, I do it, yeah, I do it, yeah, I do this shit (I do this shit, I do this shit, Wop) Yeah, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this shit (I do this shit, I do this shit, nigga) Stop the track, Glock, R.I.P to George Floyd (Stop) I'm Gucci Mane LaFlare, my watch cost way more than Floyd's (Well, damn) These niggas broke as hell and it's obvious to see (I see) Gucci-ology, these niggas be studying me (Wow) Get up off my dick like a bitch, like a bitch (Bitch) Fuck a gang, I don't need a clique, I'm the shit (Pfft) Glock young and rich, he got whips, matching fits (Glizzock) I ain't try to sign in Paper Route, ain't signin' shit (No) Glock be 'bout his Gs, he a G just like me (It's Gucci) How you just got signed but you broke? That's not we (Well, damn) 1017, South Memphis, East Atlanta in the East (EA) I'm the one that shot 'em, got you screamin', "R.I.P" (Grah, grah) Fuck what they talkin' 'bout I've been gettin' my cake and runnin' wild since a lil' child Yeah, gettin' it every day, I'm workin' sun up 'til the sun down Yeah, I'm gettin' it every day, these niggas hatin', tryna see how (How) I do this shit I do it, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this shit (I do this shit, I do this shit) Yeah, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this shit (I do this shit, I do this shit) Yeah, I do it, yeah, I do it, I do this shit (I do this shit, I do this shit) Yeah, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this shit (I do this shit, I do this shit, nigga) Aus Songtexte Mania