Publicity Stunt

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publicity stunt

[Intro]
1017 (Brr)

[Chorus]
He tryna do a publicity stunt (Damn)
These rappers are pussies, they bleed once a month
Don’t speak for me, don’t blame yourself
You can diss all you want, you still won’t get an answer (Nah)
It’s always free the gang until they come out the joint (Slam)
Stop beating around the bush and just to the point (Slam)
You want to be me, I know what you want
But you ain’t gotta do a publicity stunt (Nah)
Live by the gun then you die by the gun (Baow)
I ain’t gotta limit the shit I done
My nigga got a link and he gone on the run (Come on)
Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk in the front (Dump)
Droppin’ the ceilin’, I think I’ll dump (Dump)
Kill for a living and murder for fun (Graow)
We ain’t about to do a publicity stunt (No)
No, we ain’t about to do a publicity stunt (Come on)

[Verse 1]
Why you diss me for the publicity nigga? (Eh?)
You street or you an industry nigga? (Well done)
Are you my fan or my enemy, nigga?

My money is too big to mess with niggas (It’s long)
I beat it with niggas, play talk on the bunk
A nigga didn’t pay, he got stabbed and rushed (Huh, uh)
Say he my opp but tryna dapper me (Graow)
Give a round of applause ’cause we clap it (Clap)
We are the trappers, come in traffic with us
I’ll get some finesse on your female dog, go to Texas with us (Nah)
Say we’re the reason the prices went up
I ran away on the take and double-crossed it (Ew)
These old niggas just don’t know when to shut up (Shh)
You better call yourself lucky if you walk on a crutch
I got long arms, I can reach out and touch you
We have singers, they send to Russia
There’s no discussion, I kill like I’m Putin
I got a truck full of shooters, I move like I’m Trump
Soldiers stand guard for me like I’m Obama
Try to get gas and get killed at the pump
Say you got hits, but look, you’re in crisis
Say you’re rich but you live in a hovel
My jit go retarded, a switch on the pump (Yeah)
Tell him shoot when he open, he say he wanna throw (Shoot, baow)

[Chorus]
He tryna do a publicity stunt (Damn)
These rappers are pussies, they bleed once a month (Yeah)
Don’t speak for me, don’t get put in a blunt (Shh)
You can say whatever you want, you still won’t get an answer (Ha)
It’s always free the gang until they come out the joint (Slam)
Stop beating around the bush and just to the point (Slam)
You want to be me, I know what you want (I know)
But you ain’t gotta do a publicity stunt (No)
Live by the gun then you die by the gun (Graow)
I ain’t gotta limit the shit I done (No)
My nigga got a link and he gone on the run (Go, go, go, go)
Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk in the front (trunk)
Droppin’ the ceilin’, I think I’ll dump (Dump)
Kill for a living and murder for fun (Graow)
We ain’t about to do a publicity stunt (Nah)
No, we ain’t about to do a publicity stunt (Come on)

[Verse 2]
It’s free Pooh and Foo ’til it’s upside down, you bastards (Crazy)
“Why are you signing morons?” I don’t fuck with these rappers (Foo)
Pretend they real but they know they got plugs
I take a trap and make ’em go platinum (Slam)
Fuck make excuses, I make it happen (Foo)
I put that shit on and spend ten K on fashion (I do)
Fool the female dog like I’m Robert Kardashian (I do)
Make more money than you can imagine (I will)
When you’re missed, that’s when they attack
Thought I was splurging, didn’t know I was stacking (didn’t know)
White and gold jewelry, they said I was nerdy (Brr)
She gave me head and I gave her a rack (Woo)
It came out of his mouth, now he can’t take it back
Watch what you say, who you call a rat

These niggas spread gossip then call it fact
‘Before we make a statement, we gon’ lay on the mat (Wow)
Free all soldiers who never turn around
Who fight for their life, have to sleep with a knife
Dawg went to trial and they gave him a life
But he won his appeal, now he’s covered in ice (Brr)
Young nigga mixing codeine with the Sprite (Lean)
He gon’ break you, gon’ sign it and get three hundred likes (Graow)
Stick to a dealshe walks for stripes
And give back to the hood, I bought three hundred bikes (That’s Gucci)

[Chorus]
He tryna do a publicity stunt (Damn)
These rappers are pussies, they bleed once a month (Damn)
Don’t speak for me, don’t get put in a blunt (Shh)
You can say whatever you want, you still won’t get an answer (Huh)
It’s always free the gang until they come out the joint (Slam)
Stop beating around the bush and just to the point (Slam)
You want to be me, I know what you want (No)
But you ain’t gotta do a publicity stunt (Damn)
Live by the gun then you die by the gun
I ain’t gotta limit the shit I done
My nigga got a link and he gone on the run (Pew)
Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk in the front (Dump)
Droppin’ the ceilin’, I think I’ll dump (Dump)
Kill for a living and murder for fun
We’re not about to do a publicity stunt
No, we’re not about to do a publicity stunt

[Outro]
Thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006
Thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006
Thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006
Thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006
Well done

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