Lyrics Gucci Mane – Feelin’ Myself

Affiliates nigga, pay attention!

Time, power, man Gucci real man

Shawty red on the track know what
I’m talkin bout- we back at it! (shawty)

I got juice like bishop, paint pretty like richard
I’m a shhhh (sound effect) l
Ike emit game I’m antoine fisher
And I am legend jus like fresh prince
But dis no will smith I’m braveheart mel gibson
I’m samuel jackson cause I think it’s time to kill em
The right wrist diddy but my left wrist fifty
I’m livin like pac but I’m spittin like biggie
A shoutout to aaliyah cause
Her voice was so pretty (R.I.P.)
I say what I feel like pimp c did it (R.I.P.)
Gucci tarentino or jus call me young quentin
Or Gucci nicholas cage I take ya girl in sixty seconds
Or Gucci Mane travolta davin’s doin’ the slow dancin
Call me so icey ventura got ya laughing
Keep dough like homer she suck it like maggie
I got donk beat in my trunk so the police start trippin
Sir I’m not drag racin I jus have a large engine (vrrrrrmmmm)

I don’t think you feel me like I’m feelin myself
You suckas hatin on Gucci Mane dats bad for ya health
Jewlry, cars, clothes, women, and wealth
So ya hatin on the kid is like ya hatin on ya self

Get a good ticket cause dat dude there spend it

Call me Gucci big balla, east atlanta globetrotter
It’s a blowout no problem, bricks I still slam dunk em
I make it 360 soon as I double pump it
Got a silver sniper rifle so I really shoot a jumper
Cross the game up dawg take it to the bucket
Say he like a tre so I pass it to da corner
I’m so hot I want it and I think
I’m on it jus like kobe keep the white girl but not a woman
See my hummer hold a 100 bills, stash the 40
Acura bring a 1000 in the van 5300
On to drama with da money
Bank accounts with money
Doin shows cross da country
So they grade me on performances
It’s Gucci!