Tag: Rocky Balboa


Gucci Mane – Gucci Land Lyrics (feat. Young Thug)


[Gucci Mane:]
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Gucci just gave me M’s, haha
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (Yeah, no cap, Wop)

Chillin’ on the beach with my million-dollar freak, I let the water clean the sand out her sandals
Came a long way from trappin’ out a shotgun house in Alabama, passing eagles like Randall
Red carpet shawty with a bitch like a Barbie and a tailor-made suit from Alessandro
I did a robbery, a nigga tried to buck on the pistol, I reversed it and hit him with the handle

Yeah, it’s hard, but it’s fair, but it’s tough on a square
You know salt kill snails, not players
Sell water to a whale, put a whale on a scale
When the hammer hit the motherf*ckin’ nail
Send a bale in the mail, f*ck the judge and the jury
And the jail and the motherf*ckin’ cell
Know Chanel and it’s Gucci, you can tell
You can smell, I’m a player, pull up in a V12
I wear Gucci all the time, if I’m lyin’, then I’m flyin’
This exclusive, can’t get it online
Shawty party all the time, and she fine, dead fine
And the bills, she don’t pay ’em no mind
Tailormade, I don’t do the cleaners no more
Light billi’, I don’t really spend M’s no more
Stadiums, I don’t do arenas no more
f*ck handcuffs, I don’t wanna see ’em no more
Italian stallion, Rocky Balboa
Plug with the cord tryna sell a motherload
Whip it off the stove, gotta use another bowl
Swerve past a hater like a hole in the road
Link with the gang, don’t sell your soul
Freeze my crew, I’m subzero
Fish in the dish, tryna find Nemo
Took a nine and a half, made a whole kilo
Fur like it’s winter still, rain on the windowsill
Summertime drop-top, fresher than a summer hill
Candlerville, run the town, pull up where your mama live
Opp in every hood say I’m not really wanted here
Diamonds in my right ear, diamonds in my wife ear
Future say life good, yeah, it’s really nice here
Niggas I don’t like here, niggas wanna fight here
Touch you me, zap you with the fire, Buzz Lightyear

Chillin’ on the beach with my million-dollar freak, I let the water clean the sand out her sandals
Came a long way from trappin’ out a shotgun house in Alabama, passing eagles like Randall

Red carpet shawty with a bitch like a Barbie and a tailor-made suit from Alessandro
I did a robbery, a nigga tried to buck on the pistol, I reversed it and hit him with the handle

[Young Thug:]
I done spent a couple mil’ on clothes and another half a mil’ on her toes and her sandals (Toes)
She was suckin’ my dick behind her old man back, now that’s what you call a scandal (Ah)
She like to gangbang, like the way I throw it up, now she wanna f*ck a red bandana (Yeah)
Young nigga gettin’ freaky with these hoes, let ’em rub my back with a goddamn candle (Swear)
Peep out the way they be glist’ on the wrist, I can put this shit on without tryin’ (No cap)
Look at the twinkle and glisten, it’s no pretty penny, it cost me a dime (Dime)
Pimpin’ ’em early, these bitches is dirty, they f*ck on your mans all the time (Shit)
Too hard to snooze and lose, I’m slimy, I’m sneakin’ this shit every time (Yeah)
I hit more bitches than Rocky Balboa
Black diamonds on me, they came out the sewer
She call me Prince and I’m f*ckin’ her raw
I know that I save her, she call me the Lord
I’m rockin’ Dior and it ain’t in the store
I sleep in the coupe and I’m rich as a whore
Look at my cars and play eeny-miny-moe (Pick one)
Bullets in the clip, and they long as your toe (Grrt, grrt)
Give her five racks and she suck ’til it’s sore
Iguodala diamonds big as your toe
Cuban link on me thick as a rope
You told and you broke, you a rat and a roach
She not a squirter, but that p*ssy soaked
Mmm, it felt like we f*cked on a boat
Mmm, my dick ain’t no weed, but she choke
Mmm, bought her five-thousand-dollar soap

[Gucci Mane:]
Chillin’ on the beach with my million-dollar freak, I let the water clean the sand out her sandals
Came a long way from trappin’ out a shotgun house in Alabama, passing eagles like Randall
Red carpet shawty with a bitch like a Barbie and a tailor-made suit from Alessandro
I did a robbery, a nigga tried to buck on the pistol, I reversed it and hit him with the handle

Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci


Mozzy – Scorin (feat. Lex Aura, Lil Blood & Slim 400)


[Verse 1: Mozzy]
That nigga told, he been rockin’ wit the rollers
Chain gang slimey bitch Rocky Balboa
I be on dope bitch fell into a coma
Really from the four’s had to get it off the corner
[?] and them smokers on the porch playing poker
Fo’ nick hefty, too bulky for a holster
There’s all type’s of bitches on my Motorolla
We pulling out the corner store wit hella baking soda
Another cold summer I ain’t seen a summer colder
Gang enhancement charges when them people roll up on us
They throw the hold up on us plus they boosting up the bail
The crime rate quiet all the shooters in the cell
It’s Hell Gang bitch i’m going straight to hell
Just made it harder for yourself it ain’t no way that I could tell
It’s either a maney jumpshot or hit the NFL
We fucked his career off he got possession’s for them sales

[Hook: Lex Aura]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin

[Verse 2: Lil Blood]
Blood!
Started off buying plug, ten for forty
Outside me and Dirt he was carrying the 40
[?] industry barkin rolled coke on the third
Trynna touch these five racks from the first to the third
Crack dreams bitch what you know bout cookin
Instagram flippin black gate we juggin’
Got whatever you need, just bring your lighter
Been out here all day and I’m pulling an all nighter
Pants dirty, black hoody I’m on a mission
Fuck these bitches, gotta get it I’m chasin chicken
Boiling water, add the soda watch it rise up
And Scrr, Scrr, Scrr, when I scrape the sides up
Nose dirty, snortin coke from all my zippers
Real pimpin, need dough from all my bitches
Nigga I was sellin coke to my own father
If I ain’t sell it to him he would buy it from my partner
Blood!

[Hook]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin

[Verse 3: Slim 400]
Pigs hit the block my real ones went to jail
Ain’t no money to post bail so they sittin in cells
My youngins shootin at civilians
I ain’t wit killin children
But it’s bracken blood it’s day to day
You caught at the gas station now a 40 in your face
Now who callin who phone, hut, 48
I’m the first to line up, I ain’t a second late
Slid off on some real shit
Real niggas feel this
I see you endin up in the ICU
Hitta’s know I rock wit the Hell Gang, and free my nigga Truth
It be the solid ones that go first, and the snitchin is bool
I bleed the [?] bag for bag, misleading these hoes
Still gettin it out the gutter and it’s me and my bros
I don’t claim to be, I’m in these streets, put it on P’s
Free real niggas, so fuck you industry niggas

[Hook]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin