Tell Me Nothing - Gucci Mane/Young Scooter
Everything is precious
Make everything count
How my ni**a Scooter say
Count up Turn up
Stand up
It's East Atlanta's finest ni**a
It's Guwop turn up
Let's go
Guwop yea yea yeaaaa
Yea yea yea yea yeaaaaaa
Took my car to the babysitter cuz I drop my top off
Got babies no babysitter
Hard ni**a but I sell soft
Gucci Mane I'm in the booth right now
And me and Young Scooter 'bout to go off
And I smell like yo girlfriend mouth
I ain't even washed my dick off
Gucci Mane I'm 'bout to life off
It's the real Gucci no rip-offs
Don't get me mad I get pissed off
And I just might b**ch can't tell me nothing slap yo boss
You're not Chris Cross you're not Rick Ross
I'm a mob boss on my clique boss
From the jailhouse to the penthouse
From the movin' house to the roomin' house
Ni**a can't tell me nothing
Ni**a can't tell me nothing
Check me out you better check me out
Because a ni**a can't tell me nothing
B**ches can't tell me nothing
Broke b**ch what you talkin' about
B**ches can't tell me nothing
B**ch you don't know who you talkin' about
Young Scooter and Gucci Mane you can call me Goldmouth
Smoking all evening sippin' lean on those amounts
B**ch callin' me for no reason
Wanna give me that slow mouth
Been there for that party
Baby go and take them clothes off
Take them clothes off baby gonna take them clothes off
Take them clothes off baby gonna take them clothes off
Take them clothes off baby gonna take them clothes off
I've been fienin' for ya baby gonna take them clothes off
Baby take you clothes off she suck me till I doze out
Lambo with the doors off b**ch threw me her clothes all
Bricks with me I get 'em all
Trappin' house is trap I lost
Fienin' for that p**sy you know Scooter wanna break you out
In my house I got a vault
I don't need no bank no more
All I want is free bands
You know I don't need no hoes
I could buy a ni**a hoe
Make her go home with no clothes
OG kush that's my cologne
By Julio I'm going long
Brick Squad ni**a they putting on
Did a lot of plugs wrong
Ran off and threw the phone
Legal won't see me no more
Kitchen full of white girls and I know everybody want 'em
Really in the d**e game this rap sh*t is just promotin'
Young Scooter and Gucci Mane you can call me Goldmouth
Smoking all evening sippin' lean on those amounts
B**ch callin' me for no reason
Wanna give me that slow mouth
Been there for that party
Baby go and take them clothes off
Take them clothes off baby gonna take them clothes off
Take them clothes off baby gonna take them clothes off
Take them clothes off baby gonna take them clothes off
I've been fienin' for ya baby gonna take them clothes off
