Album Name

Delusions of Grandeur

Artist

Gucci Mane

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2019.06.28

Release Agency

워너뮤직

Backwards (feat. Meek Mill) - Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane Gucci
That wizop that wizop that
wizop that wizop that wizop that
wop
Gucci dat Gucci dat
Gucci dat Gucci
Guwop in that coochie
God keep coverin’ me with drip
I think he tryin’ to smother me
They stop me at the border
had too many felonies
I’m splashin’
I ain’t even drippin’
laughin’ I ain’t even trippin’
I’m crashin’ I ain’t even dissin’
heard you drop somethin’
I ain’t even listen
No one realer triller
street gorilla
I pull up like Chauncey Billups
Nigga don’t gas me
I don’t need a fill up
Pick her up and make her suck
my d ck till she hiccup
Wop looking slim like a bicycle rim
but his bank obese
and his pockets on chubby
He a black head coach
just like Lovie
thuggin’ in public
these hoes love it
I double then triple
quadruple your budget
Baseball money like David Justice
Whole load sold
I ain’t even touched it
Underarm Kush down
the room so musty
Most of you rappers
all style no substance
Big ol’ rocks on they disgust me
Niggas talk but never touch me
broke haters can’t tell me nothin’
Fuck her
Yea
This that Meek Mill Gucci Mane
Young nigga swing through F & N’s
they gonna come right back
through like a boomerang
Louis and Saint Laurent drip
Pimp on these bitches
like Pootie Tang
He want to be by the bitch
but we all f*ckin’ her
so he don’t know who to blame
She want a check from me
huh
she got a check for me
huh
F*ckin’ the two baddest bitches
on Instagram
they on that ecstasy hey
Diamonds like Voss
and I got the sauce
I mix up the recipe
Before all this rappin’ shit
I was a trapper
the plug gon’ invest in me
woah
Jumped off the porch
I got a Porsche
too many hitters
they can’t extort
I take a meal to the table no fork
then split it up
with my dog like divorce
They shot at us
it was by force
we shot at them
they went to court
I don’t want beef
with these niggas no more
I can’t even beef
with these niggas no more
Shorty said she only f*ck trappers
end up f*ckin’ with a rapper
for real
Damn bitch how you go backwards
Diamonds on float like Alaska
That ain’t even none of my business
Put your face down and your ass up
I ain’t preachin’ to you
like the pastor
I’m keep runnin’ these bands up
Bands up bands up bands up
bands up bands up bands up
bands up bands up
All these diamonds on me
make me handsome
shorty fuckin’ on me like a dancer
Bands up bands up bands up
bands up bands up bands up
bands up bands up
Went from a trapper to a rapper
damn bitch how you go backwards