Lawnmower Man

Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass Gucci Mane make a nigga wear a shit bag Actin bad like a kid at Six Flags I'll send some slugs at yo' bitch ass In my hood ain't no love for yo' bitch ass Fifty pounds in the trash bag Anybody move then that nigga gettin blast at Hit a lick for 'bout fifty stacks Niggaz trippin talkin 'bout Gucci bring the money back Half a brick and I'm breakin that I'm in the trap where the junkies at I'm gettin fat, fuck a jumpin jack Zay' drop a track the whole industry be jockin that I'll put a hole in your stocking cap Work ya like a bitch at the Body Tap I stay strapped, blow you off the map Niggaz hate behind my back, but when they see me give me dap Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass Uhhhh I'm from the hood I'll punch your lights out I took your jewelry, now I'm iced out (icy icy) Gucci Mane got that 'caine in I swear I never tuck my chain in You just a thug gettin traded I'm a thug entertainin Really I'm a street nigga That chopper on the seat, nigga All ready for that beef, nigga Yo, Gucci gotta eat, nigga I guess I'll see you when I see you nigga I wouldn't wanna be you nigga Now ain't that like a nigga Tryin to sound like a nigga A lover not a fighter nigga But let me see yo' lighter nigga Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass You see the bracelet on my arm, my necklace, my charm I'm dangerous and armed with grenades and bombs Y'all done slumped out with tons of ones In tha club puttin on like "I'm Dapper Don" Yours truly, young Gucci all I do is hustle hard Never had credit but used my 2000 Mastercard Grimy and gritty, hotter than cookin with lard Gucci Mane on the block again and I'm cookin ya boys It's that grown man shit, nigga bring all the toys When I snap they'll have to call the lieutenant and sarge Bring the whole entourage, see she thinkin you hard And watch how quick I load the chopper bullets you gotta dodge Uhhh... Gucci Mane on the track nigga Zaytoven on the track nigga Big Cat, Laflare nigga I'm the lawnmower man, nigga Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass

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