We Live This - Gucci Mane

Yeah!

It’s ya boy Black Magic

My nigga Young Snead, let’s go

Ay man I walk like a soldier, talk like a soldier

Since I moved to the South, my slang got colder

Walk got pimper, cane with the limper

Treat my bitch right, always lobster and shrimp her

Flatbush Ave I’m the number one contender

Simpson Road fashion, poppin wheelies on the Ninja

Whip game hot, flow cold like the winter

Ball hard if niggas got blocks like a center

Time for me to switch it up, bigger car bigger truck

Got the new house and that too was big as fuck

And this a must that you see me blow

Lil' nigga hold the weight like my CEO

Now it’s back to the business, we eat sleep and shit this

Take this, shoot him and any fuckin witness

Always on some pimp shit, never on some simp shit

At Big Cat Records nigga e’ryday is Christmas

We eat, we sleep, we shit this

Big whips, big chips, we live this

Smoke kush, pop Crist', fuck bitches

Us young niggas out there handle our business

We eat, we sleep, we shit this

Big whips, big chips, we live this

Smoke kush, pop Crist', fuck bitches

And send them goons if them goons on our shit list

Guess what I heard?

Gucci Mane back

Guess what I heard?

Man he reppin Big Cat

Guess what I heard?

Young Snead on some other shit

Tell them fuck niggas they can miss us with that sucker shit

I’m addicted to the trap, down with Big Cat

And you know he got a strap, why you wanna try me?

And you know I gotta scrap, you a country boy

So you know I gotta trap (AYYYY!)

Cop the fruity watch just to hurt the haters' faces

Big Cat chain with the Big Cat bracelet

Big Cat bracelet with the Big Cat bracelet

Countin twenty mill' in the Big Cat basement

I heard, I heard, word on the street

Gucci fell down now he back on his feet

Anti-social, he don’t really socialize

What’cha call that?

I call it street certified~!

A hundred thou' sold no lie

So call the fire truck, cause Gucci on fire

And he pulled up in a 'rrari

And if he hurt your feelings when he did then he sorry!

I’m a certified pimp shawty, never seen me cake a ho

Bad bitch one night, next day another ho

A young’un with a bankroll, listen what I date 'em fo'?

Benefits and everythang that I can go and break 'em fo'

We eat, we sleep, we shit this

Smoke kush, pop Crist', real pimp shit

Big chains, big whips on 6's

I got money on my mind so fuck bitches

I’m in the Coupe with the top back, Lamborghini do’s on it

Had to do it B-I-G, so I throwed the 4's on it

Tote a fo'-fo' so the kid scream 'Fuck a hater!'

All black, long part, somethin like The Terminator

Call me the exterminator, sprayin like the Orkin man

You don’t want no part of that we deeper than a marching band

We trap, we slang, we hustlers

And stay away from you motherfuckin busters