Soundtracks: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

List of artists: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #


Gucci Mane - Still Remember lyrics

  Click to play this song!

Still Remember by Gucci Mane


[Intro: Gucci Mane & Lil Yachty]
1209 Squeeze (Hah)
30, you a motherf**kin’ fool, nigga
(Nah, yah, yah, yah)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
(Go) I had to laugh (Go), it kept me from cryin’ (Go)
Said it was all good, but I was lyin’ (Lyin’)
Stood on my ten, and I did my time (My ten)
I done seen all these niggas switch sides (Yeah)
I know what’s up with these guys (What’s up with these guys)
They hate in disguise, dick ridin’s at an all-time high (Ridin’)
Just by the watches I buy, and the jets that I fly (Brr)
Like I’m up, like I’m stuck in the sky (Woo)
I came up robbin’, starvin’, Sun Valley ‘partments
Copped the Martel with some pennies (Yeah)
Handled my business, I swear that I hustle relentless
Bipolar from all of the killings (Blam)
Dope I was whippin’, Mom tried to whip me (Skrrt)
She gave me a fifty for Christmas (Mama), I flipped it (Huh?)
Still can’t forget it
Wearin’ my brother’s clothes, I couldn’t fit it (My bro)
We still got evicted (Damn)
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Car was so raggedy (Grr), it was embarrassin’ (Hmm)
It was impairin’, I’m blamin’ my parents (Guwop)
Rode [?] leans before the McLaren (That lean)
The hammer starin’ all down, Mane a terrorist (Skrrt, skrrt)
Did it myself, ain’t no blemish on my rep (Did it myself)
You can come see for yourself (Pow)
Watch where you step, mumblin’ under your breath
I hold a grudge to the death
Cut by myself, I don’t need nobody help (Nobody help)
I blaze you up like I’m chef (I don’t need nobody help)
Shoot to the M (Bow-bow-bow-bow), I shoot a hundred like Wilt
You keep a 30 like Steph (Grra, grra), you better duck
Mask on my face like I’m Rip, cash cover me like a quilt (Rippy)
I come equipped, blue tips inside of my clip
You’d think my gun was a Crip (Flippa)
Drive-by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle, killers pullin’ up in all kinds (Bow)
Fourteen, fifteen, twelve-years-old, young nigga slangin’ 99 (Well, damn)
Young nigga stackin’ it proud, trappin’ it loud
He threw a stack in the crowd (Oh, sh*t)
I say they jackin’ my style, crackin’ a smile (Hahaha)
But I ain’t sold crack in a while (Skrrt, skrrt)
I got a biblical past (Huh?), digital dash
Scale with a digital dial (Skippy)
Really put dope in a vial (Really), here workin’ the towel
I put that sh*t on the Bible
Servin’ my cous’ outta town (Go, tree), they said I was devilish
‘Cause I wouldn’t go to revival (Tree)
Gucci Mane talk of the town
Now (Tree), when I touch down, I’m sellin’ a brick on arrival (Sorry)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I had to laugh (Go), it kept me from cryin’ (Go)
Said it was all good, but I was lyin’ (Lyin’)
Stood on my ten, and I did my time (My ten)
I done seen all these niggas switch sides (Yeah)
I know what’s up with these guys (What’s up with these guys)
They hate in disguise, dick ridin’s at an all-time high (Ridin’)
Just by the watches I buy, and the jets that I fly (Brr)
Like I’m up, like I’m stuck in the sky (Woo)
I came up robbin’, starvin’, Sun Valley ‘partments
Copped the Martel with some pennies (Yeah)
Handled my business, I swear that I hustle relentless
Bipolar from all of the killings (Blam)
Dope I was whippin’, Mom tried to whip me (Skrrt)
She gave me a fifty for Christmas (Mama), I flipped it (Huh?)
Still can’t forget it
Wearin’ my brother’s clothes, I couldn’t fit it (My bro)
We still got evicted (Damn)
[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty]
Remember them days (Days) I was stuck in the creek (Creek)
I had somewhere to sleep, but I didn’t have a bed
(Know I didn’t have me a bed)
Jumped off the porch, I wasn’t going for sh*t (Not sh*t)
Had to tackle the block just to get me some bread ([?])
I was the man of the house
Had to figure sh*t out every time pops went to the feds
(Every time he went to the feds)
If the dude found with no clip, I was bust in that b**ch
I was constantly puttin’ one in the head (Constantly puttin’ one in the head)
Now we got choppas with lasers and beams
We three seven five one oh seventeen
Wop came and got me, this sh*t ain’t no dream
Big shots stay in Gucci like Shaq and Kareem
I got up and took it couldn’t wait on no blessings
Shakin’ them dice tryin’ to roll me a seven
They threw the police on me at eleven
I been ‘causing hell, quick to send you heaven
Couldn’t wait to wop, punch you out ’cause I’m ready
Might rob a rapper right after a session
Give me them keys and they watchin’ they necklace
I need them Cuban links and them baguettes
Ain’t no more postin’ on IG and flexin’
I’m the one rappin’ but steady be steppin’
I’m comin’ late in your dream like I’m Freddy
How you gon’ run from an automatic weapon?
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I had to laugh, it kept me from crying
Said it was all good, but I was lying
Stood on my ten and I did my time
I done seen all these niggas switch sides
I know what’s up with these guys, they hate in disguise
Dick riding’s at an all time high
Just by the watches I buy and the jets that I fly
Like I’m up, like I’m stuck in the sky
I came up robbin’, starvin’, Sun Valley apartments
Copped the Martel with some pennies
Handled my business, I swear that I hustle relentless
Bipolar from all of the killings
Dope I was whipping, mom tried to whip me
She gave me a 50 for Christmas, I flipped it
Still can’t forget it
Wearin’ my brother’s clothes I couldn’t fit it
We still got evicted
[Outro: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci
f**k ’em
2020



A-Z Lyrics Universe

Follow us

Lyrics / song texts are property and copyright of their owners and provided for educational purposes.