3rd Quarter Lyrics

Gucci Mane

[Chorus:]
Is you rollin'? Yea I roll kush daily, fuck you pay me, fuck you fuck you,
Fuck the CEO, fuck the artist and the goons too
Smell like pussy over there, nigga fuck you

[Verse 1:]
Money keep coming in so I ain't even worried
I'm richer than your daddy baby I ain't even thirty
A nigga made a diss song and I ain't even heard it
Never mention homey name cause he ain't worth it
Thought about a charm cause I felt like splurging
Showed my jeweler love then he made the chain perfect
Man, I'm one take perfect, VVS diamonds chains, don't they look pretty
And I don't leave with the ones, nigga that's petty
This pretty red girl said "Fuck it I'm quitting"
Dance till your white big toe start splitting
I'm hood rich, stupid rich, and I ain't bullshitting
A thousand carats on baby I ain't bullshitting
Eight grand gone I ain't been ten minutes
Baby gimme two minutes, twenty more coming
Later do eighty-four hundred I'm throwing
Duty truck, Hummer truck, my truck game stupid
Just like Lo I pull up in something foolish
Red diamond chain but it sure ain't cupid
I came along way from that '84 Buick.
ITS GUCCI

[Chorus:]
Is you rollin'? Yea I roll kush daily, fuck you pay me, fuck you fuck you,
Fuck the CEO, fuck the artist and his goons too
Smell like pussy over there, nigga fuck you

[Verse 2:]
My car game foolish boy, I'll show you how to do things
Dirty shoes shawty first you need to change your shoestrings
All on my dick like a bitch with a g-string
Sucker ass nigga like a nigga with a tongue ring
Gucci got a pump and I bought that thing for one thing
Smoked nine joints now the nigga think he John Wayne
Yea I think I'm bad cause I got a stupid fight game
One punch shawty I will make you see the light mayne
Stomp-out shawty I will make you read my Jordans
Try Gucci Mane boy you must be retarded
Glock forty-five but I still got the forty
Have your ma-ma screaming "O Lordy"
Shawty dirty whoadie pimp juice
So Icy trap boss, try me I will kill you
Shawty dirty whoadie pimp juice
So Icy CEO, pussy I will kill you

[Chorus:]
Is you rollin'? Yea I roll kush daily, fuck you pay me, fuck you fuck you,
Fuck the CEO, fuck the artist and his goons too
Smell like pussy over there, nigga fuck you

[Verse 3:]
Drumma boy on my mixtape how u do dat
Gucci wat it cost kuz I know he charge a hole lot
Cash out shawty man I thnk I want the hole lot
If it ain't pimped out den I gota hole lot
30 minutes gon n I thnk I smoked a hole lot
Not by myself man I smoked it with the hole house
Drop top chevy wen I pull up to ma old house
Man it feel good ridin round my hood iced out

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