Gucci Mane — Atlanta Zoo lyrics

Lyrics

I’m obnoxious, I’m flowing crazy
I need to stop this, don’t knock this
You nigga’s lazy, y’all need to watch this
Preposterous

If you can fathom, how you can block this
My phantom was seen on Candler
You ride the transit, no options
You niggas can’t act like y’all forgot this, I’m tired

But switch ya flow up, it’s so monotonous, it’s my metropolis
I’ll drop a 12 on ya so colossus
My swag plus my drop top yellow jag, why they gossip
I’m the nigga, upload your twitter, bitch, I’m the topic

Profess it but
Gucci didn’t graduate from college
Your girlfriend say’s my ear rings are erotic
My Lambo doors open upward they’re robotic, it’s Gucci

Gorilla goons with the tool down to act a fool
Birds in the living room, it’s like Atlanta Zoo
Lions, tigers, minks crocs and gators for my shoes
Monkey nigga’s in my hood, I’m living in the zoo

Birds in the living room and the kitchen too
I’m a tiger in the bedroom, ask your baby boo
I got lions, tigers, bears in my hood and closet too
But my gun can stop an elephant just like Atlanta Zoo
(Gucci)

Drop beam, off set things color ice cream
White dreams, she can fuck me, that’s a pipe dream
S-O poppin’x-pills so exciting, my ex chick and ex homeboy
Uninvited cases of ace of spade bitch getcha wasted

The waitress, I made her reloaded like the matrix
I lean laid with a bad bitch, black and Asian
On 20 headed to buckhead, I’m racing, baby
But take that fake jewelry off, that shit is fugasey

You think that you’re hotter than the kid you’re mistaken
Real and you nigga’s really, really good at faken
So trill, I’ma keep it real, I’m back to the basics

Gorilla goons with the tool down to act a fool
Birds in the living room it’s like Atlanta Zoo
Lions, tigers, minks crocs and gators for my shoes
Monkey niggas in my hood I’m living in the zoo

Birds in the living room and the kitchen too
I’m a tiger in the bedroom ask your baby boo
I got lions, tigers, bears in my hood and closet too
But my gun can stop an elephant just like Atlanta Zoo
(Gucci)

Heads up, my partner stashin’bricks up on his roof top
Whole key, half a key, quarter key
Gucci got more quarters than a motherfuckin’juke box
Pop-pop hear the glock cock and I gotta Co