เนื้อเพลง Story - Gucci Mane

[Verse 1:]
I got 25 pipes in my book bag
25 ounces of that OG gag
I got a mouthful of y'all n*ggas OG bag
And I'm a paper round 1 and y'all not fed
I got the pretty ice glass with the dragons
I made a half of mil made out of fan kits
And I still get the dough to your daddy
Coming on 'cause you know I f*ck your mamy
26 is great 8 with the headbag
Can't hear from your mama what a G bag
Red 4's on already black bentley
Crib blue forging lookin just like pentley
On way n*gga but I rhyme on the schemeless
Just hit a lick so I'm finna spend plenty
Pop up in the club I ain't thought up in the 20
I at least made 20 mil on I 20
20 year old, hit 20 f*cking licks
30 years old Gucci 20 year old b*tch
Acting roze at 30 years old
Suicide dogs, I don't wanna die b*tch
Got a call from my n*ggas said daddy what a bleach
Tell me where you wanna come that's where he will be
Pillow with a mac 11 rding for the fresh
And a n*gga gon jump me, a n*gga gon jump

[Verse 2:]
Just got a call and my dog got some steady
Get the car keys and the chopper's out the alley
This the part of the game where sh*t gets tragic
N*gga say he got problem, we gotta let him have it
All a couple AK's and a couple cars
With my dog been robbin' now we got a couple problems
He wrong or he right, b*tch we shoot on sight
Burn your man's house down the next morning catch a flight
Check 'em out her hope he told his family good night
Thanks to breaking down these bails I'm a need a good life
Out in Vegas partying like it ain't sh*t happened
Out here f*cking with these b*tches tryin to see what happenin
I hate b*tch ass n*ggas with a passion
I had to leave ain't got time for no question asking
Feet kicked up smoking and relaxing
Shoot a n*gga ass out, John Paxen

[Verse 3:]
I'm the type of n*gga will shoot you in public
Rather to a n*gga that I robbed in the public
I said I heard you lookin for me and he try to change the subject
Had that p*ssy in my breeze said he thought I went epic
Up in told all day riding through the public
Somebody called the police 'cause they thought I was gonna bust them
I ain't get sh*t bad that is not out for discussion
They say the nose on 6 boys had to be trusted
But love ever take you there and pull up in the cullies
If your n*gga had a roast then the p*ssy n*gga lucky
I might pull up in a Rolls Royce and pull up in a bucket
Ye I rob your home boy but I ain't motherf*cking ducking
If you see me in the club better keep on trucking
'Cause these n*ggas on the f*ck sh*t and they ain't with the f*ck around
Got a pistol with you dog and here it's the crystal
Matter of fact 2 pistols can't let you get the pistol
You made it I was 8 when I first learned to wrestle
I was bind on cook, man those f*ckers was catching
Get silly squick, man the law he was blessing
Got a car and then a tec got a whole lot of weaponry
How the bed how the dough where I go off the extasy
Can't pull a move maybe n*gga was finessing
But I broke off and got it bigger on professionally
Then my first second mil put that p*ssy along that massacre