Текст Gucci Mane – Top In The Trash

Ha, it’s Gucci, burr, go in, Mike WiLL Made It

Verse 1: Gucci Mane
Well, I’m blowin’ kush, endorsin’ it
For those that ain’t as fortunate

Chrous: Gucci Mane
He try to turn up with two hundred ones
He’s makin’ me laugh
I drink my champagne out the bottle, nigga

So many gualas in my pants, nigga
It’s makin’ me sag
And when I leave up out the lot, nigga
Top in the trash

Verse 2: Gucci Mane
So much money in my safe
I don’t think that I can close it
So much money in my jeans
I don’t think that I can tote it
Had a good day
And then I went and bought a Rollie
Shorty brain me so crazy
Had to tell the girl to hold it
Got a college girl, just spoken words
She think that she a poet
When I smash the girl, just spoken words
I have to keep her focused
‘Bout to put me out the buildin’
Cause I got some nosy neighbors
Say I’m smokin’ loud and they complainin’
‘Bout the noise and fragrance
Think I’m going through a phase
Cause my verses are amazing
Think I’m walking through a maze
When I’m walking through the station
Drawing pictures with my words
While these other niggas tracin’
Walking back and forth pacing
Like my girl gon’ have a baby

Chrous: Gucci Mane

Verse 3: Chief Keef
When I pull up to the lot, aye
All the hoes gon’ drop, aye
Like look at his watch, aye
Like look at his car
Look at his earrings
Look at his his bling bling, aye
That nigga stuntin’, just damn near killed the scene
Make bitches scream and faint, aye
I just poured me up a pint of that purple
I don’t like red
You want to fight bitch, you might be dead, aye
Red white chalk, some niggas in the rear with black hawks
Counting so much damn green, hurt my damn thumb
I was trying to fucking eat, bit my damn tongue

Chrous: Gucci Mane