Pyrex Pot Lyrics - Trap House - Gucci Mane

[Intro] 

Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane) 

Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare) 

Let's get it (let's get it) 

[Chorus] 

Half a brick in a pyrex pot 

Tryin to make me a dope boy knot 

Two pounds and I'm like real big 

Stackin double see the nigga so big 

I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up 

Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up [3X] 

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Uhhhhh! I'm goin on a Trap-A-Thon 

Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don 

Uhhhhh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag 

So if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass 

Uhh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter 

Run trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle 

Uhh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey 

Gucci Mane I'm the baller of the fuckin century 

Uhh, iced out like Babe an' them 

I can sell mo' records than Shade an' them 

Uhh, Gucci Mane youse a cocky fella 

I make it rain so you better get'cha umba-rella 

Uhh, and my watch is on another level 

Clusters of diamonds and they brush together 

Uhh, why you talkin so much shit? 

Yo bitch, cause I'm so rich 

[Chorus] 

Okay somethin white like Michael Jackson 

Bust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin 

Gucci Mane got the lone ticket 

Run stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uhh 

Shawty say he short a couple stacks 

The diamond chain on my neck is doin jumpin jacks, uhh 

Yo' money short like Spud Webb 

Bend down nigga broke nigga need help, uhh 

My money talkin like Dikembe 

Gucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uhh 

Phone don't {?} C-D-S 

Still makin moves, thuggin with S-Y-S, uhh 

All my shows better be whippin up 

J's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uhh 

And me and Cad in a Hum-Vee 

Yellow diamonds got me lookin like a bumblebee, uhh 

[Chorus] 

Gucci got a plug, for the square face 

Got them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs 

Got the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens 

We got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne 

Gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot 

Got some cocaine jumpin out the damn pot 

Get some cool water, it's too damn hot 

All I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot 

Hustle harder, be smarter 

We gon' eat when I bring it out the water 

36 O's, for the 17 

Five for the drive, 17-5