🎶 Gucci Mane – Serial Killers (Lyrics)
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Serial Killers
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Gucci Mane Serial Killers Lyrics
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Serial Killers Lyrics

🎤 Lyrics:
[Intro: Songstress & Gucci Mane]
(BANDPLAY)
I’ve given up this time (Shh, shh)
I don’t like the way that you’re holding me hostage
It hurts when I’m alive (Shh, shh)
Alive (Free the gang, 1017, brr) on this Earth that you think that you’ve created
I’ve given up this time (Shh, shh)
I don’t like the way that you’re holding me hostage
It hurts when I’m alive (Shh, shh)
Alive on this Earth that you think that you’ve created
(Let the BANDPLAY)
Go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I look in the mirror and look at a killer
I grew up with niggas scope you out to get you (Huh)
Bodies keep stackin’ up, year after year, got these young niggas thinkin’ thеy serial killers (Wop)
Them choppеrs and switches, they scratch out the scene (Grrah)
Left blood in their whip, he fucked up, he’s in jail (Ugh)
Watch what you say ’cause this shit can get real
And watch how you move unless you made of steel (Damn)
Shot in the car and now God got the wheel (Grrah)
These niggas on whip, they got bodies for real (Go)
My dawg just get out, he did twenty some years
‘Cause he took it to trial, but he lost his appeal (For real)
I went to school with some serial killers
They break in your house then eat cereal [?] (Huh)
Same nigga cut first period with you
Watch who you trust, they might be out to get you (Damn)
And one more step, he put in the Swisher
Say the wrong thing, get put in a bag (Woo)
We’ll wipe a nigga nose, no tissue, bless him
Last nigga tried me, found in a Backwoods
Ain’t none of these crews more vicious (No)
Just play a good role and the show can act good
Plenty folks in my business (Bless)
Nigga spoke on my name, I got smoke like a Backwood (Haha, zone)

[Chorus: Songstress & Gucci Mane]
I’ve given up this time (Shh, shh)
I don’t like the way that you’re holding me hostage
It hurts when I’m alive (Shh, shh, yeah, it hurts)
Alive on this Earth that you think that you’ve created (Yeah)
I’ve given up this time (Shh, shh)
I don’t like the way that you’re holding me hostage
It hurts when I’m alive (Shh, shh)
Alive on this Earth that you think that you’ve created (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
How many bags I’ma chop in a day
My shooter a cheater, we stuck in [?]
If he get caught, ain’t no walkin’ away
And we ain’t doin’ no talkin’, just talk to the K (Brrr)
These little bitty niggas better stay in they place
Say they like to play games and they know I’ma play (Huh)
Playin’ with Wop, it ain’t nobody safe
It gon’ be no more racks, ain’t nobody safe (Nah)
He must got angels that’s watchin’ from Heaven
Wasn’t the time he got shot in the face (Woo)
Main slime say he got caught on the seventy
Thinking ’bout droppin’ the tape on the [?] (Ooh)
These niggas ain’t real, these niggas some fakes
That pressure put on, these niggas’ll break (Pussy)
Free every artist behind the gate (For real)
They made a mistake, hell, give ’em a break (For real)
Foo tried to parole, I done gave him a date (Fool)
He gettin’ impatient, he ain’t tryna wait (Huh)
The district attorney keep tryna hate
He fightin’ the feds and fightin’ the state (True)
I did some time with some sick minded niggas
Stepped in his cell and left blood on the pillow (Ugh)
Free all the hitters that keep it official
Not the ones in the booth that turn serial killers (Damn)

[Chorus: Songstress & Gucci Mane]

[Outro: Songstress]
I’ve given up this time (Shh, shh)
I don’t like the way that you’re holding me hostage
It hurts when I’m alive (Shh, shh)
Alive on this Earth that you think that you’ve created

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