Dead Man Lyrics - Trap God - Gucci Mane

Call me Gucci Mane when Im on the stage with you 

But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol 

You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song with you 

But dont walk up on me homes, I aint finna blow no strong with you 

Got them young shooters with me they don't get along with you 

If you aint get no money nigga what is wrong with you 

And I cant tell your own thing must have gone wrong pitcher 

I'm in the whip sippin' lean, with this very long swisher 

Im drinkin' promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture 

If you knew that you wouldn't do that I swear you would not kiss her 

Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin' to tell on Guy Fisher 

If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him 

Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread 

Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man 

Dead man youre playing games with my bread 

You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man 

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man 

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man 

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man 

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man 

Five deuce, 4 tray 6 A 

8 watches, 4 chains 6 rings 

Pot forks, dope at a high cost 

From coast to coast, I set numbers on the dope 

Remix it yo, you know I can sell you both 16-5 

Prices lower then Shawty Lo, when I drive 

Got my seat leanin', low bricks inside 

Got 'em stash in the door, always road running 

Me and Gucci getting money bands yeah keep comin' 

Tractor trailer in the morning wont stop jugging 

Every month I make 4 hundred, Im a street nigga 

I got rich off of junkies 

Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread 

Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man 

Dead man, you playing games with my bread 

You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man 

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man 

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man 

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man 

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man 

What the fuck is you thinking? Lil bitch you must have been drinking 

This chopper had got me feeling like Harley 

If I let it ride you bound to be stinkin' 

Im a asshole I do what I like to 

Old shit that's made for you to fight to 

I dont give a fuck bitch I dont like you 

Got that fire bitch I might light you 

Bitch I am the streets you just look tough 

Couple bricks of snow like I was on bluff 

Call me the master like Sho'Nuff 

Bad boy for real, no Puff 

If a nigga pussy I dont pimp mine 

Just keep your distance dont play with mine 

Stay in your place fall out the line 

Have them young niggas all in your head to pay a fine 

You can find me in the hood what a hood dont go 

Heard you're somebody the hood dont know 

If a nigga turn up, tell 'em watch this show 

Money never sit still so I dont blow 

King of the streets just call me sire 

On my thrown ain't no one higher 

T.R.U.T.H. no liar 

Real street nigga I wont retire 

Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread 

Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man 

Dead man, youre playing games with my bread 

You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man 

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man 

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man 

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man 

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man 

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