Gucci Mane, Yo Gotti - No Love feat. Yo Gotti

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It’s Gucci\nGotti\n30 inches on the truck, nigga, no (?)\nAnd I don’t give these cocksuckers no love\nI’m double cupped up, nigga, straight mud\nSo, your first impression is a nigga sell drugs\nI got ball player money, I be pieced up\nAnd if you gettin' money, nigga, we can link up\nI might pull up to the club in a Brinks truck\nI’m smoking out the pound bag, nigga, straight bud\nLoose leaves, fuck the shoestrings, let the bitches hang\nI’m just a East Atlanta nigga, spend this East Atlanta game\nMake a girl sprain her ankle when she see my chain blang\nI wear so many diamond necklaces, her head turn like the exorcist\nJust came back from Texas, I just re-upped with the Mexicans\nRan off on the plug, all while I delete all his messages\nGucci Man, the glacier I started out as flexin' shit\nBells of Kush and bells of purp, man two different addresses\nThis white shit that I’m sellin' will make you go turn on your relatives\nFuck your block, come shop with me, you know I got them better deals\nKush so strong, gotta smoke it in the restroom\nNiggas say they got that gas, well Gucci got that jet fuel\nI put fours on the coupe, they said they wouldn’t fit\nAnd I drop 30's on the truck, they say the same shit\nTold 'em 30 for a brick, they say I’m insane\nBut it’s a drought and they Gucci say the same thing\nAll I rock is 'Sace, 600 for a T-Shirt\nI got 30 on my hip, extended clip, that how the heat work\nCold-ass niggas, they should call a nigga A-C\nGot these niggas hot cause I dropped Freon in my A-P\nFroze!\nAnd when it come to hoes, yeah, I got 'em\nAnd he was playin' games with that chain, so I shot 'em\nGotti! Realest nigga in it, don’t you doubt 'em\n400 for that 'Rari, bitch, I’mma jump up out 'em