Текст песни Jack Boyz - Gucci Mane

I'm fucked up!
You fucked up!
Selling Niggers where's your stash
You just blew your luck!
Jack boys on your ass put your chain on top,
I ain't talking about a name but my
I'm fucked up!
You fucked up!
Telling Niggers where's your stash
You just blew your luck!
Jack boys on your ass put your chain on top,
I ain't talking about a name but my
For big Gucci OJ
I put the cross on
For now it comes the thunderstorm
Couple Niggers down to murder for a couple strikes
Brick squad, brick squad, everything is brick squad
Seein a bitch nigga dead make my dick hard.
Is only one word I can't take is the fear.
I'm dying for my Niggers!
My Niggers die for me!
Like a midget to a train. ain't no stopping me
No!
I'm writing for my Niggers!
My Niggers write for me!
I'm my brother's keeper.all that we got is real.
I'm not the bad Niggers or the biggest one
But if you beat us, son,
I get a bigger gun!
I walk a lot of jewels
And plus a lot of tools
I make a lot of shops
I make some mortal soup.
It's such a beautiful day,
To put my diamonds on display
Black and yellow diamonds catchin sun rays on a sunday.
You're a man or a mouse?
He's a fucking mouse!