Letra de Pyrex Pot - Gucci Mane

[Intro]
Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare)
Let's get it (let's get it)

[Chorus]
Half a brick in a pyrex pot
Trying to make me a dope boy knot
Two pounds and I'm like real big
Stacking double see the nigga so big
I got to get it, got to get it, got to run my money up
Got to get it, got to get it, got to run my money up [3X]

Uh! I'm going on a Trap-A-Thon
Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don
Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag
So if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass
Uh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter
Run trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle
Uh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey
Gucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century
Uh, iced out like Babe an' them
I can sell mo' records than Shade an' them
Uh, Gucci Mane you're a cocky fella
I make it rain so you better get you umbrella
Uh, and my watch is on another level
Clusters of diamonds and they bunched together
Uh, why you talking so much shit?
Yo bitch, cause I'm so rich

[Chorus]

Okay somethin white like Michael Jackson
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Bust the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin
Gucci Mane got the lone ticket
Run stack for the midget nigga fuck with me, uh
Shawty say he short a couple stacks
The diamond chain on my neck is doing jumping jacks, uh
Yo' money short like Spud Webb
Bend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh
My money talking like Dikembe
Gucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh
Mo dough than CVS
Still making moves, thuggin with S-Y-S, uh
All my shows better be whippin up
J's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh
And me and Cad in a Hum-Vee
Yellow diamonds got me lookin like a bumblebee, uh

[Chorus]

Gucci got a plug, for the square face
Got them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs
Got the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens
We got them ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne
Gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot
Got some cocaine jumping out the damn pot
Get some cool water, it's too damn hot
All I want for Christmas is the dopeman knot
Hustle harder, be smarter
We gonna eat when I bring it out the water
36 O's, for the 17
Five for the drive, 17-5