Gucci Coming 4 You - Gucci Mane

Another product of the slum just like me homie

Don’t play with me because you know I got a whole army

We in Miami, deep with heat, don’t get put on a poster

I keep two shooters on the wing, I feel like Eric Spoelstra

I got the drop, I know where all my opps be playing poker

My section full of rich-head junkies who hate being sober (Sober)

It’s Gucci

One, two, Gucci’s coming for you (For you)

Three, four, better lock your door (Better lock your—)

Five, six, he’ll take yo' bitch (He'll take yo' shit)

Seven, eight, better stay awake (Better stay up late)

Nine, ten, he’s back again (Back again)

Eleven, twelve, he escaped from hell (Huh)

Eleven, twelve, he escaped from hell (Go)

My car cost so much the police don’t even pull me over (Huh)

I don’t sign artists no more, I recruit soldiers (Woah)

My money done stacked up so tall my shit done flipped over (Well damn)

If it don’t jump the first time, that shit gettin' whipped over (Skrrt)

Come in my traphouse, need a mask 'cause of the dope odor

Just sold a brick, not all at once, four plays for four quarters (Sold)

Come in my traphouse, need a mask 'cause of the stank odor

It ain’t no way you snaking me 'cause I keep king cobras

One, two, Gucci’s coming for you (For you)

Three, four, better lock your door (Better lock your—)

Five, six, he’ll take yo' bitch (He'll take yo' shit)

Seven, eight, better stay awake (Better stay up late)

Nine, ten, he’s back again (Back again)

Eleven, twelve, he escaped from hell (Huh)

Eleven, twelve, he escaped from hell