Gucci Mane - Publicity Stunt

These rappers be pussy, they bleed once a month Don't speak on my name, don't get put in a blunt You can diss all you want, still won't get a response You still free to game till they get out the chance Stop bein' round the bush and just get to the point You wanna be me, I know what you want But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt Live by the gun, then you die by the gun I ain't got the cap out the shit that I done My nigga got bun and he went on the run Got my roof in the trunk and my truck in the front Trap in the ceiling, I'm thinkin'

Is you in the street, so I in the street, nigga Is you my fan or my enemy, nigga?

My money too gone to be kidding with niggas I bidded with niggas, play talk on the bump One nigga didn't pay, he got stabbed and run up Say he my oppa, try dappin' me up Give a round of applause, girl, we clappin' the mo' Trappers are us, come in traffic with us Gon' finesse on your bitch, spend all taxes with us Say we the reason the prices went up I ran out from the plug and I doubled it up The old niggas just don't know when to shut up Better call your

if you walk on the crash I got long arms so I can reach out and touch ya We got them sangas, they sent off to rush ya Ain't no disputin', I kill like I'm Putin Got a truck full of shooters, I move like I'm Trump Soldiers stand guard for me like I'm Obama Try to go get some gas and got killed at the pump Say you got hits, but look, you in a slump Say that you rich, but you live in a dump My chico retarded, I switch on the pump Tell him shoot when he open, he say he want a dump He tryna pull up oblique

These rappers be pussy, they bleed once a month Don't speak on my name, don't get put in a blunt You can diss all you want, still won't get a response They still free the gang till they get out the chest I been round the bush and just get to the point You wanna be me, I know what you want But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt Knit by the gun, then you die by the gun I ain't got to care about the shit that I done My nigga got bun and he went on the run Got my roof in the truck

living in murder for fun.

We ain't bout to pull no publicity stunt.

Now, we ain't bout to pull no publicity stunt.

It's free pulling food till it's back with you bastards.

Why you side goons?

I don't fuck with these rappers.

Claim that they real, but they know they some capers.

I take a trip and I make them go black.

For making excuses, I'm making it happen.

I put that shit on in spectacular fashion.

Trick on a bitch like I'm Robert Kardashian.

Making more money than you can imagine.

When you caught lacking, that's when they attacking.

Thought I was splurging, didn't know I

Watch what you say, who you callin' a rat?

These niggas spread gossip, then call it a fact But we give a statement, we'll lay on the mat Free all the soldiers who never roll over Who fight for their life, gotta sleep with a knife Dog went to trial and they gave him a life But he wanted his appeal, now he covered in ice Young nigga mixin' codeine with his Sprite He gon' bust you on sight and get 300 likes Shout to Adidas, he steppin' for stripes I get back to the hood, I bought 300 bikes He tryna pull up a Blitzkrieg

These rappers be pussy, they bleed once a month Don't speak on my name, don't get put in a blunt You can diss all you want, still won't get a response They still free the gang till they get out the trunk Stop bein' round the bush and just get to the point You wanna be me, I know what you want But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt Live by the gun, then you die by the gun I ain't got the cap out the shit that I dime My nigga got bun and he went on the run Got my roof in the trunk and my truck in the front

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