Lifers Lyrics – Gucci Mane ft. Key Glock, Foogiano

Lifers is the latest English song by Gucci Mane ft. Key Glock, Foogiano. Its music is given by 30 Roc and its lyrics are written by 30 Roc, Gucci Mane, Key Glock, Foogiano & Ola Runt. The duration of this song is about 3:04. Let’s enjoy the latest song Lifers Lyrics in detail.

Lifers Lyrics

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Song Details

Song Name Step Out
SingersGucci Mane, Key Glock & Foogiyano
Lyrics by30 Roc, Gucci Mane, Key Glock, Foogiano & Ola Runt
Featured cast None
Label Official Gucci Mane
Release date2nd July 2020

Lifers Lyrics


Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I heard my buddy went out bad, but I’m nothin’ like my buddy ‘nem

He went out sad, it made me mad, now I can’t even fu** with him

Them suckers them, what’s up with them? I buck on them, scuff up them Timbs

Petty hustles, predators, pressure them then they crumble them

Cripple ni**a, shitbag, wheelchairs, I humble them

Bullets get to flippin’ and fumblin’ and tumblin’

“Gucci Mane, hey let’s jump him,” nobody jumpin’ him

One man, two handguns, that’s what you up against

My right arm is so-called strong, why is the muscle big?

From whippin’ dope in my long-johns, I made it jump again

I don’t know where you from, holme, but you best come again

Ain’t nobody sold more dope than me but Mexicans

Haha, ayy, I just broke my thumb again

Yeah, I been runnin’ up my money, I can’t run up out a win

Yup, I was runnin’ wild, had to hold it down, my mom was in the pen’

And I still hold it down too, my mama ain’t raise no damn fool

Yeah, I’m Big Glock, I do big shit, boy, I ain’t nothin’ like you

I’m flexin’ hard with my young black ass and all my cash is blue

I pull up in the Rolls or Maybach and I’m just twenty-two

They like, “How the fu** he get that?” Shit, I been gettin’ to it

Trappin’ and rappin’ and makin’ moves, yeah, bi**h, I been makin’ moves

Yeah, stuntin’ too hard, I had to play it cool

Mama told me them boys ain’t cool

Glizock and Wizzop a terrible two

Yeah, bi**h, we a terrible two

This watch right here cost a Lam’ truck, but

Shit, I think I want a Lam’ truck too

Shit for real, ni**a

Ni**a ain’t play with this one, man

Fu** you talkin’ ’bout? Mob

More money, more problems

I don’t give a fu**, I keep a revolver

If you got a problem, know I’ma solve ’em

Ain’t heard ’bout me, then ni**a, go search your browser

I was posted up on Joe Brown for real

We was robbers, we wasn’t workin’ no deal

Smokin’ gas, that shit be loud like Malia

Ni**as talkin’, but they know what it is, huh?

I got them crooked rows, and I got them shotguns

I got them gangster ni**as, and they got them big guns

I got them OGs, yeah, they ridin’ with me, and they gon’ kill somethin’

And I got them Pirus, bi**h, they ain’t gon’ spare nothin’, nah

Plug just sent a text, they in

Call my country boy, they gone

1017, Ola, we on

Sippin’ Act’, don’t do Patrón

Chain said burr, re-up, make it disappear

On that Pimp C, talkin’ slurred

Pop a Perc’, my vision blurry

My bi**h petite

Patek Philippe

Hellcat motor in my Jeep

Talkin’ bars, I charge a fee

Took an ’05 banger beat

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