LITTLECANYON+ lyrics

[Verse: Gucci Mane]
I used to walk 'round that corner right on Flintwood
Pack your bag shorty with a 100 pounds of good
I was trapping like a fool, me and FF Fool
Kept that f*cking tool, didn’t go to school
I was trapping like a b*tch, I sold a lot of bricks
I hit a lot of licks, I really don't give a sh*t
'Bout a pus*y ass n*gga, a pus*y ass ho
It’s Gucci Mane La Flair, my chain look like rainbow
Shorty looking at me, I think that n*gga muggin'
I think he don't like me and the way my clique thuggin'
We smoking out in public, you know them b*tches love it
Me and Shawty Lo poppin' thirty bottles of bubbly
Yeah
I'm a real trap n*gga
Bust it out the wrapper, sell it to a trapper
Me and young Juice, sippin' 80 proof
Box Chevy 98, money out the roof
I was going to the atrium, like a gymnasium
Beat like a fool, that was 1998, I was still getting cake
Now a n*gga real straight, got 3.4 Mil, b*tch n*gga, in ya' face
pus*y, you done hеard about that
That the boy got them M’s, that that boy got stacks
Me and Zay, wе sh*tting in ya’ face
But the flawless in that Bart cost 138, pus*y
And I got it from my deal, so what does that tell ya, n*gga
Ya feel me Shawty?
Chyea