Gucci Mane - Volume Lyrics

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I'm so motherfuckin' turned up right now

Someone please turn Gucci Mane down

Brick Squad thugged out we don't give a fuck

We hit the club shoot the club tear the club up

So you should hit the floor. Get low and shut up

Hit the floor get low and shut the fuck up

You's a bitch you's a snitch you a motherfuckin' scrub

[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane]

I pulled up in a 4-door Porsche set-trippin'

3 young dreadhead niggas riding with me

I don't think they like me and I don't like em neither

But if they move wrong I'll red up their white beater

I do it for the hood I do it like no equal

I do it for the red black yellow white people

I just bought a K just the other day

And I don't play with grown men: I don't like to play

I'm so motherfuckin' turned up right now

Niggas hang on me I don't give a fuck right now

Well you niggas keep on trying like the little engine that could

You think you can you think you could I think you pussies should

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[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane]

Call me Gucci Flocka Flame I dun changed my name

Call me Frenchie Mane La Flare Gucc' the Kid..it's all the same

I be running gunning stunting with 100 killers riding

You snitching bitching tattle-telling scared to stand beside me

I just bought another house just to house my goons

So Icey Entertainment boy we just like a platoon

The colors in my chain remind me of a cartoon

I'll murk your boy in March they didn't find that boy til June

I wish they found him August so that's like "too much too soon"

His face was swoll and puffy bout the color of a prune

Brick Squad Movement and no you're not apart of it

Me Waka and Wu Juice and Frenchie Mane started it

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Wu the Kid]

Iced out bar got me ballin' like the Lakers

Homicide around the corner. Where you in Jamaica?

My volume on max you boys better run

I'm a Nigga With an Attitude holding on the gun

17 niggas I left 16 hit

Last nigga hit the corner got his whole head split

Told you you're a goner I'mma leave you dead quick

I'm like Wu the Kid thugged out we don't give a fuck

Let your soul meet the sole of the bottom of my Chucks

Black car black tint with the baby tags

Stay low to the floor my midget out the bag

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