Gucci Mane Lawnmower Man Lyrics

Trap House Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Trap House
  • 3 That's All
  • 4 Booty Shorts
  • 5 Icy
  • 6 Two Thangs
  • 7 Money Don't Matter
  • 8 That's My Hood
  • 9 Lawnmower Man
  • 10 Pyrex Pot
  • 11 Independent Balling Like a Major #1
  • 12 Black Tee
  • 13 Corner Cuttin'
  • 14 Independent Balling Like a Major #2
  • 15 Hustle
  • 16 Damn Shawty
  • 17 Go Head
  • 18 Outro
  • Don’t let yo mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash,
    I’m the lawnmower man and your ass is grass. (x2)

    Gucci Mane make a nigga wear a shit bag.
    Actin’ bad like a kid at Six Flags.
    I’ll send some slugs at yo bitch ass.
    In my hood ain’t no love for yo bitch ass.
    50 pounds and a trash bag,
    Anybody move and that nigga get blasted
    Hit a lick for ‘bout 50 stacks.
    Nigga trippin’ bout Gucci bring the money back
    Half a brick and a ???
    I’m in the trap, where tha jockers at
    I’m gettin fat, fuck a jumping jack
    Zay drop a track the whole industry be jumpin that
    I’ll put a hole in yo stocking cap
    Work ya like a bitch at the Body Tap
    I stay strapped, blow you off tha map
    Niggas hate behind my back, but when they see me ???


    Uhh. I’m from the hood, I’ll punch your lights out
    I took your jewelry now I’m iced out.
    Gucci Mane got that ‘caine in.
    I swear I never tuck my chain in
    You just a thug gettin’ traded
    I’m a thug entertainin’
    Really I’m a street nigga
    That choppa on tha seat, nigga
    All ready for that beef, nigga
    Yo, Gucci gotta eat, nigga
    I guess I’ll see ya when I see ya nigga.
    I wouldn’t wanna be you, nigga
    Now ain’t that like a nigga
    Tryin to sound like a nigga
    A lover not a fighter, nigga
    But let me see yo lighter, nigga


    You see the bracelet on my arm, my necklace, my charm
    I’m dangerous and armed with grenades and bombs
    Ya’ll done slugged out with tons of ones
    In tha club puttin’ down like “I’m that Badon.”
    Yo, truly young Gucci all I do is hustle hard
    Never had credit but used my 2000 Mastercard
    Grimey and gritty, hotter than cookin with lard
    Gucci Mane on the block again and I’m cookin’ ya boys
    It’s that grown man shit, nigga bring all the toys
    When I snap they’ll have to call the lieutenant and sarge
    ??? See, she thinking ya hard
    Watch how quick I load the choppa, bullets you gotta dodge
    Uh. Gucci Mane on the track nigga
    Zaytova? on the track nigga
    I’m tha lawnmower man, nigga


    Written by: Xavier Dotson, N Writer Unknown
    Lyrics © Ultra Tunes

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