#10: Gucci Mane La Flare, I'm the fucking boss. I pull my pistol out to get my point across.
No trap rap tune/compilation of trap rap tunes has truly begun until a declarative statement of boss status has been made and a pistol has been pulled out. This list will be no different.
#9: No shirt in Miami ridin' on a scooter, I'm wrastlin' with the work you can call me Lex Luger.
Gucci Mane eatin', and he ain't ashamed. And when it comes to that work, he's got his competition against the ropes.
#8: Haters keep on mumblin' but Gucci I'm not fumblin', fell back down got up again, I excel 'cause I'm excellent.
Excellence in some things is simply inherent. Gucci Mane knows this, along with the fact that he's that dude, so he keeps his rhyme simple, stupid.
#7: So much cash pants like Hammer Pants.
Big Gucci has guap, and there ain't no gotdam't way it's fitting into some skinny jeans.
#6: Make a lot of money that's the way that I maneuver, Gucci Mane the shit bitch, yeah, I'm the manure.
Take notes, Lil Wayne.
#5: And I know two Jews, eat a case like it's fast food.
Gucci treats the courtroom like he treats a number three with a coke.
#4: Bitches say that I'm just [inaudible], I told her her trash another bitch treasure.
I can't entirely make out what Gucci professes here, but the point is that he knows how to keep them bitches moving.
#3: You know I sell dope in my sleep but I don't sleep.
Gucci don't fuck with the cousin of death, but if he did, he'd sell him some dope.
#2: Too many Lambos in the parking lot they threw me out the subdivision.
Gucci Mane got stupid cake, and, apparently, the absolute most extreme white people problem.
#1: Gucci pull up paddle shiftin' on 'em Pole Position.
Plus this whole track.
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