เนื้อเพลง Decapitated - Gucci Mane

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
I wanna thank God
For opportunity, success
Wealth and health

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
My daddy name Gucci, he the Gucci Mane
Honestly he turned me on to the ice game
He fed the fame with 3 tops, that's cunt game [?]
Well f*ck you, who are you?
You ain't God mane
I fell out with my right hand man, he tried to top on me
I guess it's clear we ain't homies like I think we homies
I'm at the top and I swear to God, it's really lonely
But I'm not coming down, no stoopin' down, I keep it movin'
These young n*gga's got no respect who make music
Broke ass n*gga never can get used to it
And the bottom of [?] don't do it like the top do it
Roll the crisp we hear AK's more than church music

[Hook:]
In this car, horse on the car, with the top off it
Topless broads drivin, Gucci chargin' with no problem
Hit shot dead in the bushes with his head off
[?]
Decapitated (Huh?)
Decapitated
Decapitated (Bang), bow down
Decapitated (It's Gucci)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I know African's that cut off legs
Jamaican's that cut off heads (What's up bumbaclot)
This millionare still in the feds
You in the county and you can't get outta jail n*gga?
Damn, that's so sad
That's so bad
You played out, [?]
Mob ties put a head in your bed (horse head)
You touch Guwop and they goin' mine and wrap yo head
I got so much overhead, I gave him diamond bricks instead
And I chumm without a charm, diamond chain and watch instead
My grandad in house and I stay next door to Ned
Cooking dope instead of eggs
Hundred PT's in my fridge

[Hook]