Shawty Redd - Ever lyrics

(Intro – Shawty Redd & Gucci Mane) It’s 2017 ni**a Welcome home wop, blurr Shawty Redd, new b**h ni**a, y’all ni**as motherf**k at? Pyrex pop East Atlanta, Zone 6 Trap house Ni**a where y’all think this s**t started from, ni**a It’s Gucci Ay Guc, welcome home my ni**a, I salute to you my ni**a Ay, hol up (Verse 1 – Gucci Mane) Let me take you back to my Shawty Redd days Just sold ten bales, pulled up to the club blazed In an all red Charger with some with some on-set trays Hitting on all red kush, got on all red J’s Got a trap house in the 6 with a 12 foot fence I’m Guwop the walking lick but can’t nobody take s**t Had to shut the trap down, the red Dolce’s hit Had to crack it back up, the red dogs ain’t s**t See your pack just touched, everybody want bricks So you can tell the black cats they can s**k my d**k It’s just a Sun Vallet ni**a, I’m had tryna get rich I k**ed your dog yesterday, you can call me Mike Vick Say you never met a k**er, then you never met me Hold up, hold up, they done let the wop free Hold up, hold up, he say he want a hundred keys Well pull up, pull up, now for you and more for me (Chorus – Gucci Mane) Gucci how you feel, like the richest ni**a ever Twenty seventeen, still the slickest ni**a ever Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level Leave the house without a strap, ni**a never f**king ever This a customized belt, so you would never f**king ever Let a bi**h stress me, I would never f**king ever Let a ni**a press me, I would never f**king ever It’s Gucci! They say never say never but I never f**king ever It’s Gucci! (Verse 2 – Gucci Mane) Don’t go with my main squeeze, she ain’t gotta f**k me But bi**h ain’t never met a ni**a that can hustle like me And you’ll never meet a ni**a with a duffel like me With the money and the mind and the muscle like me I done rough so many ni**as I can’t even trust me Gotta walk in with the strap, they can never search me Call me Gucci the unmercable, they’ll never merc me I just bought a new convertible, they’ll never touch me I hate mice, I hate rats, ni**a that’s my pet peeve I throw stacks, I shoot dice, ni**a I’m so side street If you ain’t bout letting that pistol go, don’t stand beside me Said Guwop ain’t got eight figures, I feel like you’re trying me Wop (Chorus – Gucci Mane) Gucci how you feel, like the richest ni**a ever Twenty seventeen, still the slickest ni**a ever Ain’t nobody in my lane, ain’t nobody on my level Leave the house without a strap, ni**a never f**king ever This a customized belt, so you would never f**king ever Let a bi**h stress me, I would never f**king ever Let a ni**a press me, I would never f**king ever They say never say never but I never f**king ever It’s Gucci!