Julius Erving Lyrics - Gucci Mane

1 (Chorus) X2

2 You got them birds I want a few, first ima drop a deuce

3 Homeboy want twelve, I want thirty, boy that's forty-two

4 Call that pick, that James Worthin, zone six, (Julius Erving)

5 Set my dunk on (Julius Erving) ride through the six like George Gervin

6 (Gucci Mane)

7 See the feet, on the fleet, white cleats on an athlete,

8 Tell em paper attack me, damn that thing look nasty

9 Damn this thing a classic, everybody starin

10 Pull up in a chevy, put your cutlass in a casket

11 Simple dunk cant catch me, im dammit twisted backwards

12 Candy painted sixes, like them rims just did a backflip

13 My rims just did a backflip,

14 Dem lips on my rims so big they fucked round and did a front flip

15 The way I got my dunk flipped, way I got the motor flipped

16 Punch it then the front lift, whamming at the light belt

17 Slammin at the light self, pull up in a white dunk

18 White guts, white rims

19 (Chorus) X2

20 (Yo Gotti)

21 73 chevy, but it look like a dump truck

22 Trunk like a concert, that mean that bitch loud as fuck

23 Everything kitted up, that boy digital

24 Hundred thousand dollars in the chevy, that was pitiful

25 Hardwood floors in that bitch look like my grandma's house

26 White on white leather my seats remind me of my grandma's couch

27 Trunk having a heart attack, when im doin a summersault

28 Michael Jackson twenty-six inches, they doin the moonwalk

29 Sunday hang bumpin no real, im bumpin now green

30 Monday hang sellin no white, im sellin all green

31 Yo Gotti im the king, no soon as I hit the scene

32 Im watchin (colors), and then I watch my plasma screen

33 (Chorus)