Pancakes Lyrics - Gucci Mane

1 Yeah, it's Gucci!

2 Birds, go!

3 Birds, it's Dirty, Birds

4 It's Gucci

5 I'm an East Atlanta rider

6 You gon' fuck around and get ya whole clique tied up

7 My brain fried; I'm on the skull of the Impala

8 I'm high on kush, it's 'bout my money mixed with power

9 So keep it brief

10 Nigga, two hundred thousand in the fleece

11 Pistols, two hundred twenty on the dash

12 System, I pull off it look like a flash

13 Picture, cheeeeeese!

14 I got the 24's, those 74 for 2's

15 When you was on the stage, Gucci was on the news

16 But bitch don't pity me, I look like Mr. T

17 I pimp like Soulja Slim, but I think I'm Eazy-E

18 It's Gucci

19 [Chorus]

20 Patty cake, patty cake, I hop around with pancakes

21 I touched down with hash browns and serve 'em with the pancakes

22 Patty cake, patty cake, I hop around with pancakes

23 Got flapjacks, hash browns and syrup in my crack space

24 Patty cake, patty cake, I hop around with pancakes

25 I touched down with hash browns and serve 'em with the pancakes

26 Patty cake, patty cake, I serve you niggaz pancakes

27 Flapjacks, hash browns and syrup in my crack space

28 It's Gucci

29 I'm the young nigga all the old head love dawg (FLOCKA!)

30 I ain't lettin shit slide, this ain't baseball (BRICK SQUAAAD!)

31 Banned in 45 states cause I'm too real

32 Waka Flocka like a Gucci album, I'm hard to kill

33 I don't think they fuckin with me whether I'm locked dead or in jail

34 I'm from Clayon County, Riverdale so I'm supposed to give 'em hell

35 I'm aware the grass got snakes, I'm aware they gon' hate

36 You too late, I'll be damned you take this dinner off our plate

37 Dirty Birds, Dirty Birds, twenty-one gun salute and got killed

38 It's Bankhead Brick Squad out in U.K., these niggaz ain't fuckin with me

39 Mob up off that run day, SK's, AK's

40 Throwaways I let that triple up like ? triple beam we crackin

41 [Chorus]

42 Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka and ya boy big Ball

43 Hard from the start; I ain't never been no fuckin lame

44 Here I go with Waka Flocka, here I go with Gucci Mane

45 One of a kind - that Memphis 10 runnin through my bloodstream

46 Ghetto superstar - man them hood bitches love me

47 Cup full of that ol' purple drank, pullin on some of that stanky dank

48 Pocket full of Benny Frank and bitch, what the fuck you thank?

49 45 hollowheads in my stout, yellow purt ?

50 I hope one of these ol' bitch bitch-ass niggaz don't cross that line and get hurt

51 Money what we came to get, money what we represent

52 You ain't talkin 'bout shit if you ain't talkin 'bout gettin it

53 Hard hustle never fold, forever I will be cold

54 Forever I will be big Ball, mouth full of gold

55 [Chorus]