Me Ok (remix) Lyrics - Gucci Mane

I'mma keep it street, choppa on the seat 

Spray 'em from across, Gucci Mane, I'm boss 

What ya got to prove? My young niggas shoot 

Let me introduce myself - I'm Gucci, I'mma 

shoot too 

That choppa with the dope, I just might get 

your ass beheaded 

I don't fuck with fuck niggas and they don't 

fuck with me 

Watch your fuckin' mouth before I send killers 

to your house 

I'mma livin' legend, East Atlanta legend 

The viewers scream nigga why you talk to 

other (?) 

El Chapo with the dope, I just might get your 

ass beheaded 

And my niggas (?) to send a message 

First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that 

me OK 

Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that 

me OK 

Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is 

free OK 

Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, 

yeah that's three OK 

Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, 

that's me OK 

Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, 

yeah, that's me OK 

On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK 

Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now 

me OK 

When L.A. Reid was in office made some 

history up in Def Jam 

If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is 

Def Jam? 

I know you heard how your boy bossed up at 

Atlantic 

Boss shit, might just drop my next album on 

Atlantic 

I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy 

and his Presi 

Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya 

sayin'? My wrist is heavy 

All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on 

Belly 

With a brown skin thing swear to God she look 

like Kelly 

Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you 

know a nigga totin' 

Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it 

ain't foldin' 

First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes 

That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door 

Accord 

Wassup 

Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best 

believe without the scale 

I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah 

without the jail 

You can call me postman, don't go somewhere 

without some mail 

In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm 

makin' bail 

Put you on designer watches, put you on 

designer frames 

Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't 

pronounce the name 

Had that Murcielago, it was green like 

margaritas 

Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell 

some tequila 

Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a 

Lam ambassador 

Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I 

owned the Rollie store 

Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them 

streets missed you 

I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my 

mothafuckin' pistol 

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