Lyrics Gucci Mane – Opposite

One time my big dog coach K
You still wanna do
My nigger twin
My nigger Mojo

Gucci was sick no antitode
Their wrist the size of cantaloupe
I’m a close my home boy LO
God damn this Shorty got a camel toe
I don’t have a zone like a iPhone or a laptop or a iPad
So I make money like a ball player
So my pockets look like five pair
I’m a mad at the field put the truck in the real
Five mill yea that’s Gucci
Smoke a blunt pop a pill
Start a line
Who cares?
Get the popcorn out, it’s a movie
Sir Mixalot, Sir Drinksalot
Got a big ol’ watch as my time clock
Push the button in my tall drop
And I ain’t even had to go to no chop shop

You niggers think the same I think the opposite
Put my trunk in the front that’s the opposite
Alright, good spread the paint her chocolate
Steering wheel on the side that’s the opposite
Gucci Mane south side thinking opposite
Little stack in cabins but I’m smoking broccoli

Money don’t make me I make money
These niggers fronting I’m too real
Smoke big stank got big bank
I’m heart-stopping
I’m hard t kill
Like a hundred million ain’t God willing
Leave a hundred million to my little children
Got no ceiling and no feelings
I’m the truth nigger that’s what it is
Got two million on my ice bill
Roll ’em cause I’m on two pills
I’m throwing money like a wind mill
I’m so cold lower in the windshield
In the Maseratti I’m count the row
Me and Mojo and I’m blowing drow
Cause you’re filthy rich I might be
That’s’ your best edit? I think so

You niggers think the same I think the opposite
Put my trunk in the front that’s the opposite
Alright, good spread the paint her chocolate
Steering wheel on the side that’s the opposite
Gucci Mane south side thinking opposite
Little stack in cabins but I’m smoking broccoli
You gon pay or eat the box on the opposite
I-I-I’m a record cut her off that’s the opposite

I was locked up no sun shine
Now I’m out and I’m balling too hard
Got two scrubs no bigger
My jury game is retard
Like a six shot I’m fully loaded
At Magic city I’m getting loaded
Smoke so many blunts with your girlfriend
I thought that her head exploded
It’s gooey wap and then new drop
I got 4 O’s in my soda pop
So faded I’m so wasted
I thought that I had dread locks
Making money at a fast pace
Don’t come out here cause it ain’t safe
Roll orange and I drink grape
I can’t feel my damns face

You niggers think the same I think the opposite
Put my trunk in the front that’s the opposite
Alright, good spread the paint her chocolate
Steering wheel on the side that’s the opposite
Gucci Mane south side thinking opposite
Little stack in cabins but I’m smoking broccoli
You gon pay or eat the box on the opposite
I-I-I’m a record cut her off that’s the opposite