Backwards (feat. Meek Mill)

(Zaytoven) Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucc' (Gucc') (Yeah) Wizop there, Wizop there, Wizop there Wizop there, Wizop there (Guwop) Gucci there, Gucci there, Gucci there Gucci, Guwop, oh that Gucc' (Gucc') (Guwop) (It's Gucci) God keep coverin' me with drip, I think He tryna smother me They stopped me at the border, had too many felonies I'm splashin', I ain't even drippin' Laughin', I ain't even trippin' I'm crashin', I ain't even dissin' Heard he dropped somethin', I ain't even listen No one realer, triller, street gorilla I pull up like Chauncey Billups Nigga, don't gas me, I don't need a fill-up Took her off and make her suck my dick till she hiccup Wild nigga slim like a bicycle rim But his bank obese and the pockets on chubby Hit up like head-cold just like Lovett Thuggin' in public, these hoes love it I double and triple, quadruple your budget Baseball money like David Justice Whole load sold, I ain't even touched it On that orange kush, damn, the room so musty Most of you rappers all style, no substance Big ol' rock on, they disgust me Niggas talk but never touch me Broke haters can't tell me nothin' (Fuck 'em) Yeah, this that Meek Mill 'n' Gucci Mane Young nigga swim through evidence Then can come right back through, like a boomerang Louis and Saint Laurent drip, ooh Pimp on these bitches like Pootie Tang He wanna be by that bitch but we all fuckin' her So he don't know who to blame She want a check from me, huh She gotta check for me, huh Fuckin' the two baddest bitches on Instagram They on the ecstasy, hey Diamonds like faucet, I got the sauce I mix up the recipe Before all this rappin' shit, I was a trapper The block gon' invest in me Woah, jumped off the porch I got a Porsche, too many hitters They can extort, I take that mill' to the table, no fork Then split it up with my dawgs like divorce They shot at us, it was by force We shot at them, they went to court I don't wan' be with these niggas no more I cannot be with these niggas no more Shorty says she only fuck trappers Ended up fuckin' with a rapper Damn, bitch, how you go on backwards? Diamonds all froze like Alaska That ain't even none of my business Put your face down and your ass up I ain't preachin' to you like the pastor I'ma keep runnin' these bands up, yeah Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up Bands up, bands up, bands up All these diamonds on me make me handsome Shorty fuckin' on me like a dancer Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up Went from a trapper to a rapper Damn, bitch, how you go on backwards?