Muscles n My Hand - Gucci Mane

I get muscles in my hand from that fork in the pan

Every gram I got a profit, gotta stick with the plan

I’m the general, niggas follow my chain of commands

Bitch, I’m Gucci Mane, I’m the crack selling man

I get muscles in my hand from that fork in the pan

Every gram I got a profit, gotta stick with the plan

I’m the general, niggas follow my chain of commands

Though I’m not signed to Universal or Priority

I bet a million Gucci blow up 'fore 2003

I lay my verse with no rehearsal then head back to the street

Don’t need no video commercial, just my mic and a beat

And I can’t fall off like a cat, I’m gon' stay on my feet

Pick up a rat and put a track under her passenger seat

I’m a convicted felon trafficking a package of beef

So if the po-po try to snatch me, she gon' catch all the heat

The rap game is overcrowded so I must maintain

Sell a nickel, sell a brick or sell a bitch some game

I keep junkies sucking glass dicks 'cause shits the same

I got junkies burning mad shit for hits of 'cain

Gucci Mane, and I don’t really know to rap

But I know how to cook that cake up, how to fuck up the trap

I know how to weigh that yay up, how to catch any cap

I’m still trapping in Decatur, bitch, that crest on the map

Bitch, I’m Gucci Mane, I’m the crack selling man

I get muscles in my hand from that fork in the pan

Every gram I got a profit, gotta stick with the plan

I’m the general, niggas follow my chain of commands

Bitch, I’m Gucci Mane, I’m the crack selling man

I get muscles in my hand from that fork in the pan

Every gram I got a profit, gotta stick with the plan

I’m the general, niggas follow my chain of commands

Bitch, I’m Gucci Mane, I’m the crack selling mane

I get muscles in my hand from that fork in the pan

Every gram I got a profit, gotta stick with the plan

I’m the general, nigga, follow my chain of commands

Bitch, I’m Gucci Mane, strapped like a soldier from Afghanistan

My clique be beefing like it’s Israel and Pakistan

If it’s a drought, we gon' tax you like the cracker man

'Cause we love cheese like we die hard Green Bay Packers fans

It’s Gucci Mane, the one them crowds can’t stand

Busters be smoking bale, I prefer that grown man

Bitch I straight shooters, they be sayin' «God damn»

I keep them J’s mouthes numb off that straight drop yam

Bitch, I’m Gucci Mane, I’m the crack selling man

I get muscles in my hand from that fork in the pan

Every gram I got a profit, gotta stick with the plan

I’m the general, niggas follow my chain of commands

Bitch, I’m Gucci Mane, I’m the crack selling man

I get muscles in my hand from that fork in the pan

Every gram I got a profit, gotta stick with the plan

I’m the general, niggas follow my chain of commands