Lawnmower Man - Gucci Mane

Don’t let your mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash

I’m the lawnmower man and your ass is grass

Gucci Mane make a nigga wear a shit bag, acting bad

Like a kid at Six Flags, I’ll send some slugs at your bitch ass

In my hood, ain’t no love for your bitch ass

Fifty pounds in a trash bag

Anybody move then that nigga get blast at, hit a lick for about fifty stacks

Niggas' tripping, talking about Gucci bring the money back, half a brick

And I’m bunking that, I’m in the trap where the junkies at

I’m getting fat, fuck a jumping jack, Zay'

Drop a track, the whole industry be jocking that

I’ll put a hole in your stocking cap, work you like a bitch at the Body Tap

I stay strapped, blow you off the map, niggas' hate behind my back

But when they see me give me dap

Don’t let your mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash

I’m the lawnmower man and your ass is grass

Uh, 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’d never tuck my chain in, you’re just a thug in training

I’m a thug entertaining, really, I’m a street nigga, that chopper on the seat

Nigga, I’m ready for that beef, nigga, Young Gucci’s got to eat

Nigga, I guess I’ll see you when I see you, nigga, I wouldn’t want to be you

Nigga, now, ain’t that like a nigga, trying to sound like a nigga

A lover not a fighter, nigga, but let me see your lighter, nigga

Don’t let your mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash

I’m the lawnmower man and your ass is grass

You see the bracelet on my arm, my necklace, my charm

I’m dangerous and armed with grenades and bombs, y’all done slumped out

With tons of ones, in the club, putting on like I’m 'Dapper Don'

Yours truly, Young Gucci, all I do is hustle hard, never had credit

But used my tool as a Mastercard, grimy and gritty

Hotter than cooking with lard, Gucci Mane on the block again

And I’m cooking you boys, it’s that grown ass shit, nigga, bring all the toys

When I snap they’ll have to call the lieutenant and sarge

Bring the whole entourage, since you thinking you hard

And watch how quick I load the chopper bullets, you’ve got to dodge

Uh, Gucci Mane on the track, nigga, Zaytoven on the track, nigga, Big Cat

La Flare, nigga, I’m the lawnmower man, nigga

Don’t let your mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash

I’m the lawnmower man and your ass is grass