Songtext zu 'Backwards (feat. Meek Mill)' von Gucci Mane

[Gucci Mane]
Zaytoven
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci (yeah)
Wizop, the wizop, the wizop, the wizop, the wizop, the (wop)
Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci guwop, oh the Gucci (wop)
(Hah, Gucci)

God keep coverin' me with drip, I think he tryna smother me (on God)
They stop me at the border, had too many felonies
I'm splashin', I ain't even drippin' (splashin')
Laughin', I ain't even trippin' (haha)
I'm crashin', I ain't even dissin' (crash)
Heard you drop some, I ain't even listen
No one realer, triller, street gorilla
I pull up like chauncey billups
Nigga don't gas me, I don't need a fill up
Pick her up and make her suck my dick 'til she hiccup
Wop lookin' slim like a bicycle rim
But he's bank obese, and his pockets on chubby
He'll play head coach just like lovie
Thuggin' in public, these hoes love it
I double and triple, quadruple your budget
Baseball money like david justice (money)
Whole load sold, I ain't even touched it (it's sold)
Own our own kush, damn the room so musty
Most of you rappers all style, no substance
Big ol' rocks on, they disgustin'
Niggas talk but never touch me (nah)
Broke haters can't tell me nothin'

[Meek Mill]
Fuck 'em (woo, woo, woo, who?)
Yeah, this that meek mill, Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
Y'all niggas swingin' through f&ns
They gon' come right back to you like a boomerang (brrr)
Louis and saint laurent drip (ooh, sheesh)
Pimp on these bitches like pootie tang
He wanna be 'bout that bitch but we are fuckin' her, so he don't know who to blame
She wanna check for me, uh (check)
She got a check for me, uh (check)
Fuckin' the two baddest bitches on Instagram, they on that ecstacy (aaah)
Hey, diamonds like flossin', I got the sauce, I made you the recipe, oh
'Fore all this rappin' shit, 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 niggas no more
I cannot be with these niggas no more
Shorty said she only fuck trappers (trappers)
End up fuckin' with a rapper (for real?)
Damn bitch, how you goin' backwards? (damn)
Diamonds on froze like Alaska
That ain't even none of my business (business)
Gucci said he's done with your ass now (back down)
I am preachin' to you like the pastor
I'ma keep runnin' them bands up, yeah

[Gucci Mane & Meek Mill]
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 fuckin' 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 bitch how you goin' backwards?

[Gucci Mane]
Wow, I thought I was proud of you
But I take it back
You know what I'm saying?
Where your [?] at?
Where your titles at, uh?
Where your shooters at?
Thought you had a plug, but you are scrub
Damn