bite me lyrics – gucci mane

“bite me”
(feat. waka flocka flame)

[gucci mane]
its gucci!…bricksquad…go hard in da paint man…king of diamonds…khaled!..m.i.a…east atlanta…riverdale…queens…ohkay…flocka!…(gucci!)

[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
flocka!…flocka!..bricksquaaaaaddddd, pow, pow, pow, pow…

i woke up dis mornin, bussed down a swisha
looked in da mirror like im one rich *ss n*gg*
brush my teeth wit hundreds, whipe my *ss wit dese fifties
all about da benji’s compet*tion cant f*ck wit me (flocka!)
know dese n*gg*s envy, green bottle remy 50, in my semi
waka flocka flame…im not friendly
im so muthaf*ckin neighborhood lets get dat understood
im not crossin ova … dis aint b-ball
got potnas behind da g-wall, 30 for a murda dawg
so i gotta get it all, i pull up in a 2 door
same color as some puddin…
godd*mn dat car good lookin…driver good lookin
godd*mn dem rims good lookin…

[hook]
i know you f*ck n*gg*s dont like us but we dont give a f*ck
copy-catters bite us… dey swag suck
know you b*tch n*gg*s gone hate my guts…bite me
if you think i do re-write me, dey say dat imitation flattery so bite me
i put da tre-8 in ya mouth i make ya like it…
dey say dat mimicking is flattery so bite me
i put dat ak in yo face & i make ya like me…

[verse 2: gucci mane]
no chit chat, hit me back
gucci did dis, gucci mane did dat
if i did dis and i didnt do dat, why’d i do dat, why’d i do dat?
put a lil dis, wit a lil dat
but aint nuttin lil bout dat dere cat
triple balck, back to back
by myself, still back to back
call me sacks, cuz i got dem racks
got dem green bags duffle bags cant hold cash
ceo, labled as, and it cost a price tag but it make me glad
im so jazz, im so cl*ss
i dont need no bronco to make mad
b*tch aint bad
watch em chest n da mouth like a man got mo bags in his stash
oh my goodness, she sittin in puddin, feel like she shouldnt
why she shouldnt, why mess wit hundreds, ride round in bentleys
i know da average block was poppalin… dont like me cuz im f*ckin icey…

[hook]
i know you f*ck n*gg*s dont like us but we dont give a f*ck
copy-catters bite us… dey swag suck
know you b*tch n*gg*s gone hate my guts…bite me
if you think i do re-write me, dey say dat imitation flattery so bite me
i put da tre-8 in ya mouth i make ya like it…
dey say dat mimicking is flattery so bite me
i put dat ak in yo face & i make ya like me…

/ gucci mane lyrics