Gucci Gang (Remix)

[Intro]
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Tell them what I represent

[Verse]
Michigan, Michigan, Michigan, Michigan, Michigan, Michigan
Flint town, bitch
You dealing with a stand up city motherfucker
We ain't never on no sit down shit
Pipe down, I'm a threat in these waters, you a ferry boat
Got enough bars to go 'round like a merry-go
Never been a mumbler motherfucker so they can not compete
So just to beat me you would need a fucking miracle
Fuckboys better double they effort, you need a little bit more energy to exert
And when it comes to money we ain't tripping
They just start whipping up clumps
Call them boys nutty professors, goddamn
So come on Cletus
Kydd is in this bitch, unborn fetus
I was bred for this like a loaf of Wonder
Bitch, I drop bombs like a rolling thunder (boom)
Good God, I'm on, you off; I'm hot, you not
On a track, I boss
What separates me from the rest is the route that I take
They just following the path of the lost
That's why everybody sound the same (woah)
Get on the track with the same flow
Hippity, bippity, wobbity, whippity
Can you understand what they be saying (no)
Bitch it doesn't matter what flow I hit cause' I can hit em' with double time
And they'll understand every word that I'm spittin'
These bitches ridiculous, mumbling through the industry
I've been intricate with the tone because I practice religiously (whoo)
Everything that I write sincere
Make the rap game my bitch, sorta like this year
You wanna fight, you don't wanna to fight
Bitch, I'll shove your head up your homeboy's ass so you can fight for air, pussy
Speaking of air pussies, rappers queefing on the mic
You all over, tighten up
Red rover, red rover, send some real bars over
You looking ridiculous and I can never get into this shit
I just sit back and reminisce on the days when the radio was dope
Labels buy so many plays, I don't know they ain't broke
And it wouldn't be so bad if the shit they promote
Had some originality in the shit that they spoke
But that's just me being real whether you like it or not
And if you wanna disagree, you can suck on a cock
'Cause I've been doing this shit for a minute
I'll diminish a rapper even if I'm put on the spot, ayy
Fuckin' diss me if you want to
Don't tell me, homie, show me what you gon' do
We can get it poppin' like some Orville Redenbacher's
Sittin' on my shoulders 'cause you couldn't get the stove hotter
Bitch, I rock the spot, what I drop is hot
If you bringin' a fuckin' problem, I will not subside
You braggin' about your clothes, the cars
But I'm not surprised
But you better come up with something else 'fore you're ostracized, I'm out my mind
I write these lines and practiced this shit like a thousand times
So the style's sublime
And it seems like rappers like me are shined upon
Knowing damn well we're hungry like it's Ramadan
Motherfucker, I get sick of this shit
The more music they create the more weaker it gets
Sometimes, I kinda wish I was a lawyer with some power
Just so I can hit these weak motherfuckers with a cease and desist
Until they cease to exist
I'm so cold that I'm freezing this bitch
Rap to me is like a feasible gift
It's so easy for me to spit
I can remix your favorite rapper's shit and the original you seem to forget
I'm telling you now, remember the name
I got a incredible style to sever the game
And if I go any more wild, I promise you now
Your phone or laptop will play it, then burst into flames
So grab your extinguisher when you subscribe And get ready for what's to come like a dick when she (aaaaa)
You're a dot to an "i", I'm a shark to a minnow
You look very surprised
You didn't expect this lumberjack looking motherfucker
To hit you with something that was actually dope, but looks are deceiving
And I kill it every chance that I'm given
Never stop, never slow
Bitch, I'm more then appeasing (ayy)
Now go ahead and Ric Flair to that shit (woo)
Bitch, I'm A.I. with the practice (yuuu)
Couldn't write the shit that I imagine
Like I said I walk on you, I'm a fire breathing dragon
It's Kydd, bitch