Backwards (feat. Meek Mill)

Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane
 Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucc' (Gucc') (Yeah)
 Wizop there, Wizop there, Wizop there
 Wizop there, Wizop there (Guwop)
 Gucci there, Gucci there, Gucci there
 Gucci, Guwop, oh that Gucc' (Gucc') (Guwop)
 (It's Gucci)
 God keep coverin' me with drip, I think He tryna smother me
 They stopped me at the border, had too many felonies
 I'm splashin', I ain't even drippin'
 Laughin', I ain't even trippin'
 I'm crashin', I ain't even dissin'
 Heard he dropped somethin', I ain't even listen
 No one realer, triller, street gorilla
 I pull up like Chauncey Billups
 Nigga, don't gas me, I don't need a fill-up
 Took her up and make her suck my dick till she hiccup
 Wild nigga slim like a bicycle rim
 But his bank obese and the pockets on chubby
 Hit up like head-cold just like Lovett
 Thuggin' in public, these hoes love it
 I double and triple, quadruple your budget
 Baseball money like David Justice
 Whole load sold, I ain't even touched it
 Underarm kush, damn, the room so musty
 Most of you rappers all style, no substance
 Big ol' rocks on, they disgust me
 Niggas talk but never touch me
 Broke haters can't tell me nothin'
 (Fuck 'em)
 Yeah, this that Meek Mill 'n' Gucci Mane
 Young nigga swim through F and N's
 They gon' come right back through, like a boomerang
 Louis and Saint Laurent drip, ooh
 Pimp on these bitches like Pootie Tang
 He wanna be by that bitch but we all fuckin' her
 So he don't know who to blame
 She want a check from me, huh
 She gotta check for me, huh
 Fuckin' the two baddest bitches on Instagram
 They on the ecstasy, hey
 Diamonds like Voss, and I got the sauce
 I mix up the recipe
 Before all this rappin' shit, I was a trapper
 The plug gon' invest in me
 Woah, jumped off the porch
 I got a Porsche, too many hitters
 They can't extort, I take that meal to the table, no fork
 Then split it up with my dogs like divorce
 They shot at us, it was by force
 We shot at them, they went to court
 I don't wan' beef with these niggas no more
 I cannot beef with these niggas no more
 Shorty says she only fuck trappers
 Ended up fuckin' with a rapper
 Damn, bitch, how you go backwards?
 Diamonds all froze like Alaska
 That ain't even none of my business
 Put your face down and your ass up
 I ain't preachin' to you like the pastor
 I'ma keep runnin' these bands up, yeah
 Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
 Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
 All these diamonds on me make me handsome
 Shorty fuckin' on me like a dancer
 Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
 Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
 Went from a trapper to a rapper
 Damn, bitch, how you go backwards?
 Wow, I thought I was proud of you
 But I take it back
 You wouldn't understand
 When you out with a stack
 Or are you tired of that
 Where these shooters at
 Thought you had a plug
 Yeah I had a scrub
 Damn