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Gucci Mane - Rich Criminals Lyrics

Rich Criminals Song Lyrics
Rich Criminals by Gucci Mane (KJ, let the beat knock)

Say, what's the issue? b**ch, I'm thuggin' with rich criminals (Thuggin' with rich criminals)
Hop out with that blrrrd (Blrrrd, blrrrd), two different Glocks, they look identical (Blrrrd, blrrrd, twin Glocks)
Public figure, still post in the hood like I'm invisible (Blrrrd)
But ain't nobody gon' touch a nigga, know this sh*t get physical (No, no)
It can go left, yeah, poppin' sh*t, you know I f**k it up (f**k it up)
Diamonds dancin', plus I'm clutchin', I ain't tuckin' nothin' (Ain't tuckin' nothin')
SRT, fast car, supercharged up (Blrrrd, vroom)
f**k around and hit a curb tryna grab dust (Skrrt)

Ayy, it's gangsters in my section, but these niggas know who run it (Uh-huh)
b**ch, we young, rich, and dangerous, we got choppers, bricks, and money (Choppers, bricks and money)
Yeah, everything a hundred (I know), drum hold a hundred (For sure)
b**ch, you know we lunchin', we ain't steppin', ho, we stompin' (God damn)
Bro, my dash say two hundred (For real), I can barely whip this b**ch (Slow down)
I got rich and got the big head, can't even lift the b**ch (God damn)
So much work inside the pot, I need two hands to whip this b**ch (You lyin')
'Cause my Hurricane Mitch'll make it easier to flip (Talk to 'em)
It's the Cooter in this b**ch, these niggas know I run the town (Facts)
They might think I'm welded to the floor the way I hold it down (God damn)
Ayy, these niggas think they want the smoke until we burn it down (Yeah)
In the steamer with that (Blrrrd), watch it (Blrrrd) cut 'em down, yeah

Say, what's the issue? b**ch, I'm thuggin' with rich criminals (Thuggin' with rich criminals)
Hop out with that blrrrd (Blrrrd, blrrrd), two different Glocks, they look identical (Blrrrd, blrrrd, twin Glocks)
Public figure, still post in the hood like I'm invisible (Blrrrd)
But ain't nobody gon' touch a nigga, know this sh*t get physical (No, no)
It can go left, yeah, poppin' sh*t, you know I f**k it up (f**k it up)
Diamonds dancin', plus I'm clutchin', I ain't tuckin' nothin' (Ain't tuckin' nothin')
SRT, fast car, supercharged up (Blrrrd, vroom)
f**k around and hit a curb tryna grab dust (Skrrt)

Hit your club, you better not grab nothin' (Grab nothin')
My lil' nigga fresh up out the hole, say he just stabbed somethin' (Say he just stabbed somethin')
Flawless diamonds hittin' up off my neck (Ice, ice), sh*t cost to scatter some (Ice)
b**ch, it's Thanksgiving in September, got turkey bags, come grab one (Come get one, blrrrd)
Popped out with the cooter (Strap), strapped in the show with a Uzi (The cooter)
Fizzle, he be trippin' like he don't rap, he the shooter (Blrrrd, the shooter)
Ayy, my Glock got a cable box, press a button, shoot a movie (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
And drop BIG30 in your club, bet that ho get to movin' (Get to movin')
Ayy, that chopper hit his body, twist him up like curly fry (Fry)
My nigga bangin' Blood, he say he boolin', bertified (Bertified)
But 30, know he Crippin', Choppa Gang, he certified (Ayy, ayy, I'm certified)
I'm CMO, I'm GMO, ayy, tell 'em, "Free them guys," blrrrd, blrrrd (Free the guys)

Say, what's the issue? b**ch, I'm thuggin' with rich criminals (Thuggin' with rich criminals)
Hop out with that blrrrd (Blrrrd, blrrrd), two different Glocks, they look identical (Blrrrd, blrrrd, twin Glocks)
Public figure, still post in the hood like I'm invisible (Blrrrd)
But ain't nobody gon' touch a nigga, know this sh*t get physical (No, no)
It can go left, yeah, poppin' sh*t, you know I f**k it up (f**k it up)
Diamonds dancin', plus I'm clutchin', I ain't tuckin' nothin' (Ain't tuckin' nothin')
SRT, fast car, supercharged up (Blrrrd, vroom)
f**k around and hit a curb tryna grab dust (Skrrt)