• Title:Publicity Stunt (Explicit)
  • Artist:Gucci Mane
  • Album:Publicity Stunt (Explicit)
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    Publicity Stunt (Explicit) - Gucci Mane
    Lyrics by:Radric Davis/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
    1017
    Blrrrd
    He tryna pull a publicity stunt
    D**n
    These rappers be p***y they bleed once a month
    Don't speak on my name don't get put in a blunt
    You can diss all you want still won't get a response
    Nah
    It's still free the gang 'til they get out the joint
    Slam
    Stop beatin' 'round the bush and just get to the point
    You wanna be me I know what you want
    But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt
    Live by the gun then you die by the gun
    Baow
    Ain't gotta cap 'bout the s**t that I done
    My n***a got bond and he went on the run
    Go
    Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk in the front
    Dump
    Droppin' the ceilin' I'm thinkin' I'll dump
    Kill for a livin' and murder for fun
    Graow
    We ain't 'bout to pull no publicity stunt
    No
    Nah we ain't 'bout to pull no publicity stunt
    Why you diss me for publicity n***a
    Huh
    Is you in the streets or a industry n***a
    Well d**n
    Is you my fan or my enemy n***a
    My money too grown to be kiddin' with n***as
    It's long
    I beat it with n***as play talk on the bunk
    One n***a didn't pay he got stabbed and runned up
    Huh uh
    Say he my opp but try dappin' me up
    Give a round of applause 'cause we clappin' him up
    Clap
    Trappers are us come in traffic with us
    Gon' finesse on your b***h spend our taxes with us
    Mwah
    Say we the reason the prices went up
    I ran off on the plug and I doubled it up
    Ew
    These old n***as just don't know when to shut up
    Shh
    Better call yourself lucky if you walk on a crutch
    I got long arms I can reach out and touch you
    We got them singers they send off to Russia
    Ain't no disputin' I kill like I'm Putin
    Got a truck full of shooters I move like I'm Trump
    Soldiers stand guard for me like I'm Obama
    Try go get some gas and got killed at the pump
    Say you got hits but look you in a slump
    Say that you rich but you live in a dump
    My jit go retarded a switch on the pump
    Yeah
    Tell him shoot when he open he say he wanna dump
    Shoot baow
    Ha
    I know
    Go go go go
    Trunk
    It's free Pooh and Foo 'til it's backwards you bastards
    Foo
    Why you sign goons I don't f**k with these rappers
    Claim that they real but they know they some cappers
    I take a trap and I make 'em go platinum
    F**k makin' excuses I'm makin' it happen
    I put that s**t on and spend ten K on fashion
    I do
    Trick on the b***h like I'm Robert Kardashian
    Makin' more money than you can imagine
    I will
    When you caught lackin' that's when they attackin'
    Thought I was splurgin' didn't know I was stackin'
    Didn't know
    White and gold jewelry they said I was tacky
    Brr
    She gave me head and I gave her a rack
    Woo
    It came out his mouth now he can't take it back
    Watch what you say who you callin' a rat
    These n***as spread gossip then call it a fact
    'Fore we give a statement we'll lay on the mat
    Wow
    Free all the soldiers who never roll over
    Who fight for their life gotta sleep with a knife
    Dawg went to trial and they gave him a life
    But he won his appeal now he covered in ice
    Young n***a mixin' codeine with the Sprite
    Lean
    He gon' bust you gon' sign it and get three hundred likes
    Shouts to Adidas he steppin' for stripes
    And give back to the hood I bought three hundred bikes
    It's Gucci
    Pew
    I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006