Gucci Mane feat. Meek Mill – Backwards | Lyrics

Lyrics “Backwards” – Gucci Mane feat. Meek Mill

Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci
Wizzop da, wizzop da, wizzop da, wizzop da, wizzop da, guap
Gucci that, gucci that, gucci that, gucci that
Guwop with the Gucci, Gucci

Cop keep coverin’ me with drip
I think he tryna smuggle me
They stop me at the border
I had too many felonies
I’m splashin’ I ain’t even drippin’
Laughin’, I ain’t even trippin’
I’m crashin’, I ain’t even dissin’
Heard you drop some I ain’t even listen

No one realer, trilla, straight gorilla
I pull up like Chauncey Billups
N**ga don’t gas me, I don’t need a fill up
Kick her up and make her suck my d**k ’til she hiccup
Wop lookin’ slim like a bicycle rim
But he’s bank obese and the pockets on chubby

He’ll play Head Coach, just like Lovie
Thuggin’ in public, these h*es love it
I double and triple, quatruple your budget
Baseball money like David Justice
Hol’ on, sold out, I ain’t even touched it
Own our own kush, damn the room so mushed it
Most of you rappers all style no substance
Big ole rocks on, they disgusting
N**gas talk but never touch me
Broke haters can’t tell me nothing

Yeah this that Meek Mill, Gucci Mane
Y’all n**gas swim through ..
They gon’ come right back to you like a boomerang
Louis and Saint Laurent drip
Pimp on these b**ches like Pootie Tang
He wanna be ’bout that b**ch
But we are f**kin’ her, so he don’t know who to blame
She wanna check for me, uh
She got a check for me, uh
F**kin’ the two baddest b**ches on Instagram
They on that ecstacy, aah

Hey, diamonds like flossin’, I got the sauce
I made you the recipe, oh
‘Fore all this rappin’ s**t, I was a trapper
The plug gon’ invest in me, woah
Jump out the porch, I got a Porsche
Too many hitters, they can’t extort
I take that mil’ to table, no fork
Then split it out with my dawg like divorce
They shouted us, it was by force
We shouted them, they went to court

I don’t wan’ be with these n**gas no more
I cannot be with these n**gas no more
Shorty said she only f**k trappers
End up f**kin’ with a rapper
Damn b**ch, how you goin’ backwards
Diamonds gon’ fall like Alaska
That ain’t even none of my business
Gucci said he’s done with your ass now
I am preachin’ to you like the pastor
I’ma keep runnin’ them bands up, yeah

Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
All these diamonds on me make me handsome
Shawty f**kin’ on me like a dancer
Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
Went from a trapper to rapper
Damn b**ch how you goin’ backwards

Wow, I thought I was proud of you
But I take it back
.., where your .. at
Where your titles at, uh
Where your shooters at
Thought you had a plug
But you are scrub

➤ Written by Meek Mill & Gucci Mane
Album: Delusions Of Grandeur
Produced by Zaytoven
Gucci Mane | Meek Mill | 2019

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