Album Name : The Appeal - Georgia's Most Wanted (Deluxe Version)
Release Date : 2010-09-28
Song Duration : 3:37
Gucci Mane It's Alive
Intro:
1-2, 1-2, 1-2, burrr burrr
This is special, GUCCCI
Its Gucci, that’s what you mean huh..righht? right..
Ladies and gentleman, showtime
Chorus:
My pocket on swole, my rims on chrome
When I hit the club, everything goes
Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air
But when im in here, I don’t really care
Cuz I ride on em, I style on em,
I lean on em, yes, I flash on em
Yeh I know, that’s the way you like it, huh, yeh
That’s the way you love me, huh? It’s alive..it’s alive
Gucci Hook 1:
It's alive, it's alive
Rims cut the eyes
I had to bring the bitch back like Frankenstein
I push weight, but Gucci don't exercise
I get extra from whippin up extra pies
I’m in the hood like the mayor round election time
It's a suggestion, don't park your car next to mine
I’ma start when the light hit, I’m 'posed to shine
Your flow is garbage, they let me out just in time
They got a section, but none of the hoes are fine
They need to exit, don't let the grind pass you by
I run laps around lames with my shoes untied
I jump the line, walk in, and watch the crowd divide
Still stuck outside, that's the ugly side
Looked medusa in the eye and medusa died
This is top secret shit, classified
Don't blame me, Swizz was the mastermind
Can't breathe, can't breathe, Toni Braxton time
I got my chain moonwalkin, Michael Jackson time
I keep on buying ice like I lost my mind
This bloodline of mine is supposed to shine
Chorus:
Cuz my pocket on swole, my rims on chrome
When I hit the club, everything goes
Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air
But when im in here, I don’t really care
Cuz I ride on em, I style on em,
I lean on em, yes, I flash on em
Yeh I know, that’s the way you like it, huh, yeh
That’s the way you love me, huh?
Gucci Hook 2:
Hurry up, hurry up Gucci on the news, they say he walked out the jail rockin stupid jewels
They try and find out what it do, made that Jew confused
Too much cash on me, hundreds fallin out me, true
Big yellow wrists, Rolls Royce, bitch I’m the shit
Big Gucci called swizz, let’s make a hit
2 things in this world I aint ever seen
Are you a foreigner nigga?? I need to help me get me me
Well if your stomach cannot tote it baby, let me breathe
Cuz I don’t check if no babe or bitch chasin me
Excuse my French, bitch I’m so Gucci, I so f..ckin gutter
It don’t make no sense to switch for none these mother f..ckas
