Gucci Mane – Story lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Ahh, yeah, yeah it's Guwop
Can't keep bein broke
Well I was standing on, across the [?]
Dawg, who gone, you know, hah
Zone 6 stand up, EA's finest nigga, hah
I ain't taking no bitch out, I'm taking niggas off
(catch up)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I got 25 pints in my boot bag
25 ounces of that OG gas
I got a mall full of young niggas, OG man
And I'm a paper route boy, and Young Dolph fan
I got the pretty white squares with the dragons
I made half a mil betting on the falcons
And I still giving dope to your daddy
Call me unc 'cuz you know I fuck your mammy
26 and straight eight, with the head back
Getting head from your momma with a jimmy
Red fours on a red and black bentley
Crip blue fortune looking just like panties
Overweight nigga but I'm riding on skinnies
Just hit a lick so I'm finna spend plenty
Pull up in the club I ain't throwing them a 20
I at least made 20 mil along i20
20 years old yeah 20 fucking licks
20 year old gucci 20 year old bitch
80 rows and I'm 30 years old
With the suicide doors and a ride or die bitch
Got a call from a nigga said "daddy wanna please me"
Tell me where you wanna come then so he can meet me
Pull up with a mac 11 right up from the front street
Ain't no nigga gon' jump me, a nigga gon' chump me

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Just got a call that my dawg got some static, (word)
Got the car keys and the choppers out the attic, (yeah)
It's the part of the game where shit's getting tragic
Nigga say he got problems we gotta let him have it
Bought a couple AK's and a couple carbines, (ey)
My dawg been robbing now we got a couple problems (fuck)
He wrong or he right bitch we shootin on sight
Burn your main man house down the next morning catch a flight, aight
Check him up out of here hope he told his family goodnight
(bye-bye)
Thanks to breaking down these bails I done lived the good life, (yeah)
We out in Vegas partying like ain't shit happened
Out here fucking with these bitches tryna see what hapnin
I hate bitch ass niggas with a passion
I had to leave ain't got no time for no question askin'
Feet kicked up smoking and relaxin'
Shoot a nigga ass out, John Paxson

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I'm the type a nigga that'll shoot you in public
Ran into a nigga that i robbed in Publix
I said I heard you looking for me and he tried to change the subject
Had that pistol in my brief, said he thought I wouldn't up it
Up the tone on him now he runnin through the Publix
Somebody called the police 'cuz they thought I was gonna bust him
I ain't give shit back that is not up for discussion
You shoulda known zone 6 boys ain't to be trusted
I pull up in a ticket and he pull up in a cutlass
If the nigga hit a roast than the pussy nigga lucky
I might pull up in a rolls royce he pull up in a bucket
Yeah I rob your homeboy but i ain't motherfucking ducking
If you see me in the club, better keep on trucking
'cuz these niggas on that fuck shit and I ain't with that fuckery
Got a pistol on me dawg, man, yea its the Crest in me
Matter fact, two pistols, can't let you get the best of me
It was 1998 when I first learned the recipe
I was buying dope, cook, man those fuckers was catching me
Hit 6 licks quick, man the lord he was blessing me
Got a carbine and a tec, got a whole lotta weaponry
Hundred thou off the dough, wearing gold off the ecstasy
Big cat pulled a move, man a nigga was finessin
But I broke off and got a million on my own, professionally
Made my first, second mill put that pistol on that Mexican