Full Lyrics : Gucci Mane - Story Feat. Young Dolph

Gucci Mane - Story Feat. Young Dolph Lyrics 

Story Feat. Young Dolph Lyrics - Gucci Mane 

Verse 1)

I got 25 pipes in my book bag

25 ounces of that OG gag

I got a mouthful of y’all n*ggas OG bag

And I’ma paper round 1 and y’all not fed

I got the pretty ice glass with the dragons

I made a half of mil made out of fan kits

And I still get the dough to your daddy

Coming on ’cause you know I f*ck your mamy

26 is great 8 with the headbag

Can’t hear from your mama what a G bag

Red 4′s on already black bentley

Crib blue forging lookin just like pentley

On way n*gga but I rhyme on the schemeless

Just hit a lick so I’m finna spend plenty

Pop up in the club I ain’t thought up in the 20

I at least made 20 mil on I 20

20 year old ,hit 20 f*cking licks

30 years old Gucci 20 year old bitch

Acting roze at 30 years old

Suicide dogs, I don’t wanna die bitch

Got a call from my n*ggas said daddy what a bleach

Tell me where you wanna come that’s where he will be

Pillow with a mac 11 rding for the fresh

And a n*gga gon jump me, a n*gga gon jump

(Verse 2)

Just got a call and my dog got some steady

Get the car keys and the chopper’s out the alley

This the part of the game where shit gets tragic

n*gga say he got problem, we gotta let him have it

All a couple AK’s and a couple cars

With my dog been robbin’ now we got a couple problems

He wrong or he right, bitch we shoot on sight

Burn your man’s house down the next morning catch a flight

Check ‘em out her hope he told his family good night

Thanks to breaking down these bails I’ma need a good life

Out in Vegas partying like it ain’t shit happened

Out here f*cking with these bitches tryin to see what happenin

I hate bitch ass n*ggas with a passion

I had to leave ain’t got time for no question asking

Feet kicked up smoking and relaxing

Shoot a n*gga ass out, John Paxen

(Verse 3)

I’m the type of n*gga will shoot you in public

Rather to a n*gga that I robbed in the public

I said I heard you lookin for me and he try to change the subject

Had that pussy in my breeze said he thought I went epic

Up in told all day riding through the public

Somebody called the police ’cause they thought I was gonna bust them

I ain’t get shit bad that is not out for discussion

They say the nose on 6 boys had to be trusted

But love ever take you there and pull up in the cullies

If your n*gga had a roast then the pussy n*gga lucky

I might pull up in a Rolls Royce and pull up in a bucket

Ye I rob your home boy but I ain’t motherf*cking ducking

If you see me in the club better keep on trucking

‘Cause these n*ggas on the f*ck shit and they ain’t with the f*ck around

Got a pistol with you dog and here it’s the crystal

Matter of fact 2 pistols can’t let you get the pistol

You made it I was 8 when I first learned to wrestle

I was bind on cook, man those f*ckers was catching

Get silly squick, man the law he was blessing

Got a car and then a tec got a whole lot of weaponry

How the bed how the dough where I go off the extasy

Can’t pull a move maybe n*gga was finessing

But I broke off and got it bigger on professionally

Then my first second mil put that pussy along that massacre

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