Lyrics Closer Than Most - French Montana feat. Trae Williams
What's
Gucci
my
nigga?
What's
Louis
my
killa?
I
feel
like
I
can't
follow
in
nobody
footstep
Getting
GuWop
(You
know
I
pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop,
at
your
head
my
nigga)
Young
nigga,
young
nigga,
pop
pills,
make
mills,
young
nigga
Young
nigga,
young
nigga,
young
nigga,
young
nigga
I
think
I'm
‘bout
to
lose
it
man
Said
I'm
‘bout
to
go
Gucci
Mane
In
the
trap
still
countin'
change
Don't
fuck
with
y'all
‘cause
you
niggas
lame
Said
I'm
‘bout
to
go
Gucci
Mane
Said
I'm
‘bout
to
go
Gucci
Mane
On
the
choppa
rant,
on
the
choppa
rant
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Still-a
in
that
trap
getting
GuWop
Out
the
sewer,
now
my
crib
the
size
of
Cuba
I
be
riding
around
with
that
blocka
We
them
Brick
Squad,
ask
Flocka
Versace
shit,
Silk
The
Shocker
Coulda
been
San
Quentin
on
lock
But
I
two'd
up
that
ghost
I
stack
two
floors
that
loaf
I
be
floor
seats
by
that
coach,
I
be
fight
seats
by
that
rope
Lately
so
sick
I
could
vomit,
Gin
with
no
tonic
Cheat
on
my
bitch,
you
know
I'm
dishonest
But
I'm
just
a
product
of
my
environment
Young
nigga,
young
nigga
Pop
pills,
make
mills
young
nigga
Got
wrist,
stay
trill
young
nigga
Still
talking
that,
still
young
nigga
And
I
ain't
ever
lose
the
chain
And
shawty
head
stupid
man
I
think
I'm
‘bout
to
lose
it
man
Said
I'm
‘bout
to
go
Gucci
Mane
In
the
trap
still
countin'
change
Don't
fuck
with
y'all
‘cause
you
niggas
lame
Said
I'm
‘bout
to
go
Gucci
Mane
Said
I'm
‘bout
to
go
Gucci
Mane
On
the
choppa
rant,
on
the
choppa
rant
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Get
down
or
lay
down
Shoot
everything
up
but
a
school
or
a
playground
Run
shit
like
a
Greyhound
I'm
in
here,
now
who
let
the
Devil
in?
I
ain't
been
taking
my
medicine
My
trigger
finger
ain't
never
been
hesitant
I
am
your
ruler,
no
measurements
You
know
I
pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop,
at
your
head
my
nigga
Cash
Money
‘til
I
die,
even
if
I
go
broke,
I
still
wouldn't
beg
to
differ
I'm
off
papers,
I
heart
paper
No
sharp
paper,
better
get
the
point
‘Cause
I'm
point-shaven
with
a
sharp
razor
Get
buck
like
a
horse
stable
Too
street
smart,
I'm
a
geek,
I
put
my
niggas
on
they
feet
So
if
we
fall
it
be
that
lean,
that
make
a
nigga
fall
asleep
I
can't
see
none
of
you
niggas,
and
I
can
see
the
future
man
Where
you
going?
I'm
‘bout
to
go
Tunechi
man
I
think
I'm
‘bout
to
lose
it
man
Said
I'm
‘bout
to
go
Gucci
Mane
In
the
trap
still
countin'
change
Don't
fuck
with
y'all
‘cause
you
niggas
lame
Said
I'm
‘bout
to
go
Gucci
Mane
Said
I'm
‘bout
to
go
Gucci
Mane
On
the
choppa
rant,
on
the
choppa
rant
Pop-
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