[Hook x2] Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass
[Verse 1] Gucci Mane make a nigga wear a shit bag, acting bad Like a kid at Six Flags, I'll send some slugs at your bitch ass In my hood, ain't no love for your bitch ass Fifty pounds in a trash bag Anybody move then that nigga get blast at, hit a lick for about fifty stacks Niggas' tripping, talking about Gucci bring the money back, half a brick And I'm bunking that, I'm in the trap where the junkies at I'm getting fat, fuck a jumping jack, Zay' Drop a track, the whole industry be jocking that I'll put a hole in your stocking cap, work you like a bitch at the Body Tap I stay strapped, blow you off the map, niggas' hate behind my back But when they see me give me dap
[Hook] Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass
[Verse Two] Uh, I'm from the hood, I'll punch your lights out, I took your jewelry Now I'm iced out, Gucci Mane got that 'caine in, I swear I'd never tuck my chain in, you're just a thug in training I'm a thug entertaining, really, I'm a street nigga, that chopper on the seat Nigga, I'm ready for that beef, nigga, Young Gucci's got to eat Nigga, I guess I'll see you when I see you, nigga, I wouldn't want to be you Nigga, now, ain't that like a nigga, trying to sound like a nigga A lover not a fighter, nigga, but let me see your lighter, nigga
[Hook] Don't let your mouth write a check that your ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and your ass is grass
[Verse Three] You see the bracelet on my arm, my necklace, my charm I'm dangerous and armed with grenades and bombs, y'all done slumped out With tons of ones, in the club, putting on like I'm 'Dapper Don' Yours truly, Young Gucci, all I do is hustle hard, never had credit But used my tool as a Mastercard, grimy and gritty Hotter than cooking with lard, Gucci Mane on the block again And I'm cooking you boys, it's that grown ass shit, nigga, bring all the toys When I snap they'll have to call the lieutenant and sarge Bring the whole entourage, since you thinking you hard And watch how quick I load the chopper bullets, you've got to dodge Uh, Gucci Mane on the track, nigga, Zaytoven on the track, nigga, Big Cat La Flare, nigga, I'm the lawnmower man, nigga
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