Iran
[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Not going to Iran, I’m not going to Iran
Free all the shootas (Yeah)
Never back down from a man, nigga, I ain’t never ran
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Never back down from a man, nigga, I ain’t never ran (No, no)
If they book me for the draft, I’m not going to Iran (No)
Call me Gucci Peter Pan, I keep flyin’ to the band (Ah)
I do stunts like Jackie Chan
I just touched down in Japan ([?])
Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin’ up the bands
In the A, where I’m with the sand
I’m so hot, I need a fan (Hot)
I’m so black, can’t get no tan (Ah)
But I feel like I’m the man
I put diamonds in my bands
Ice so cold, can’t feel my hands
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I can’t go to work for nobody
b**ch I got my own bodies (Yeah)
Errybody got a couple skeletons in the closet
Bodies go to droppin’ this only [?]
Me and my niggas went shoppin’ for choppas (Ah)
Bought bombs and bazookas, is that what you want?
Life of a sniper, pray for my rifle
Pray for my rubber band shooting my [?] (What?)
I don’t go to sleep, I just drink with my Bible
Thinkin’ of bringin’ home [?] survivors
Jump off the towel, money and power
Send me the world but you nothin’ but a coward (Wooh)
[?] named Broward, students at Howard (Yeah)
Play with my life ’cause you feel you in power ([?])
[?] blue eyed eyeball
[?] can’t touch her for hours
Think of my lick, got a stick in my trouser
Real [?] sh*t, runnin’ the powder
Flack on your casket, get used to seeing flowers
Gucci on bucket, I’m tellin’ you now (Gucci)
I see my opp then I’m gunnin’ him down (Graow)
Tell my lawyer here to start pointin’ him out (Him)
Know what he do, so I keep him around (Him)
Gave him [?] and he don’t say a sound
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Never back down from a man, nigga, I ain’t never ran (No, no)
If they book me for the draft, I’m not going to Iran (No)
Call me Gucci Peter Pan, I keep flyin’ to the band (Ah)
I do stunts like Jackie Chan
I just touched down in Japan ([?])
Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin’ up the bands
In the A, where I’m with the sand
I’m so hot, I need a fan (Hot)
I’m so black, can’t get no tan (Ah)
But I feel like I’m the man
I put diamonds in my bands
Ice so cold, can’t feel my hands
[Verse 2: K Shiday]
(So icy)
Real shooter been reckless (Uh)
Put them boys on my guest list (Woah)
50 cal on my resume, 1017 on my necklace (Word)
If I slap a mag and put it in the dirt (Yeah)
It’s just automatic reflexes (Woo)
Got two bad b**ches from Texas (Yeah)
I might slap a hoe if she messy (Ah)
I burn them off for my kids
Damn, I’m legit
Pour the Johnson with the sh*t (Who?)
I break ’em off like a KitKat
Hard as a brick, ain’t got no time for no kick back
I’m a mother f**kin’ veteran, Obama is my president
Might pull up to your residence
Might fire, b**ch we negligent
Open fire, I might fine ya
Pin the house, might blind ya
Damn my conduct so disorderly
I check the nigga quarterly
They closin’ up the doors for me
Might slip, my drip too watery
You can blame it on the saucery
Eat a pew, b**ch, take it overly
