Текст песни Posse on Bouldercrest (feat. Pooh Shiesty & Sir Mix-A-Lot) - Gucci Mane , Pooh Shiesty
Ear
Drummers
My
posse
on
Bouldercrest
Mike
WiLL
Made-It,
Gucci
Mane
slayed
it
Me
and
my
gang
at
home
away
from
home
In
a
all-red
Phantom,
in
the
backseat
on
the
phone
It′s
calling
up
the
posse,
it's
time
to
get
ripping
And
if
they
get
to
tripping,
then
we
shooting
like
the
Pistons
(rah)
Everybody
looking
if
you
jealous,
turn
around
These
26
inches
got
us
so
high
off
the
ground
The
Forgiato
rims,
they′re
skinny
as
the
tires
My
system
sounding
good,
but
I
need
the
volume
higher
The
Mike-WiLL
kick
drum
make
the
bitches
get
dumb
Rolling
Rolls-Royces,
so
the
jealous
wanna
get
some
Every
time
we
do
this,
these
niggas
wanna
battle
I'm
the
man
they
love
to
hate,
the
richest
one
in
East
Atlanta
Picked
up
the
posse
on
34
and
Gresham
Headed
up
to
Bouldercrest,
we
'bout
to
start
flexin′
The
Phantom
kind
of
crowded,
the
front
was
leanin′
back
Scarr,
he
in
the
Birdie,
got
two
bitches
in
his
lap
On
Martin
Luther
King,
the
set
look
kind
of
dead
We
need
a
new
street,
so
posse
move
ahead
We
all
dripping
in
ice,
the
crew
you
can't
forget
The
So
Icey
Boys
and
we
rippin′
up
the
set
My
posse's
on
Bouldercrest
My
posse′s
on
Bouldercrest
(Mike
WiLL
Made-It)
The
cash
is
rollin'
in,
my
posse′s
gettin'
bored
There's
not
another
posse
with
more
points
scored
We
stone-cold
criminals,
we
flex
like
big
gorillas
We
not
the
average
artist,
bitch,
we
certified
killers
I
spent
a
million
dollars
just
for
diamonds
on
my
teeth
And
every
time
they
see
′em,
make
their
girls
get
weak
People
think
we
crazy,
some
think
that
we
are
funny
But
it
ain′t
hard
to
tell
that
we
make
a
lot
of
money
We
clocking
all
the
dollars,
we
rock
a
lot
of
gold
The
other
crews
mad
'cause
we
fucking
all
they
hoes
Woodland,
Custer
Ave,
me
and
my
crew
are
thugs
And
they
so
full
of
drugs,
they
may
never
sober
up
And
I′m
a
dope
man
and
the
pack
just
dropped
If
you
ain't
tryna
cop,
then
this
Phantom
won′t
stop
At
Boulevard
and
Moreland
the
driver
broke
left
And
Shiesty
shouted
"Bouldercrest,
it's
time
to
get
def"
My
girl
blew
me
a
kiss,
she
said
I
was
the
best
She′s
lookin'
mighty
freaky
in
her
black
silk
dress
The
closer
that
we
get,
the
crazier
I
feel
My
posse
on
Bouldercrest,
it's
time
to
get
ill
Certified,
I′m
that
lil′
nigga
that
make
big
ones
pay
respects
CGE,
1017,
covered
in
choppas
and
baguettes
We
just
flew
one
of
they
niggas,
tryna
see
who
gon'
be
next
Soon
as
I
burn
up
this
steamer,
take
me
where
I
parked
the
′Vette
Why
he
keep
talkin'
like
he
gangster?
Cook
him,
put
him
to
the
test
My
opps
don′t
never
show
they
background,
know
I'll
send
some′
where
they
at
Them
pigs
can
ask
a
million
questions,
still
won't
get
me
to
say
shit
It
ain't
no
tellin′
who
got
shot,
if
you
don′t
know,
you
never
slid
And
they
can't
act
like
they
don′t
Know
me,
remember
I
flew
out
your
bitch
I
take
they
Rollies
and
their
chains,
nigga,
I'm
the
reason
you
hide
your
wrist
For
real
menace,
been
causin′
hell,
I
done
did
shit
you
can't
forget
I
got
glizzies
around
the
globe,
it
ain′t
shit
to
get
to
them
sticks
1017,
livin'
a
dream,
come
eat
with
us,
we'll
get
you
rich
My
posse′s
on
Bouldercrest
My
posse′s
on
Bouldercrest
My
posse's
on
Bouldercrest
My
posse′s
on
Bouldercrest
1 Poppin
2 Posse on Bouldercrest (feat. Pooh Shiesty & Sir Mix-A-Lot)
3 Shit Crazy (feat. BIG30)
4 Like 34 & 8 (feat. Pooh Shiesty)
5 Dboy Style
6 Trap Shit (feat. Lil Baby)
7 I Got It (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
8 Rich Nigga Shit
9 Top of Shit (feat. 2 Chainz & Young Dolph)
10 Never Runnin Out Of Money (feat. E-40)
11 Fold Dat Money Up (feat. Project Pat)
12 Gucci Coming 4 You
13 Invoices
14 Live at the Red Carpet (feat. Peewee Longway)
15 Bust Down
16 Lately
17 How I See It
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