Текст песни: Gucci Mane. It's Alive.

[feat. Swizz Beatz]

[Intro]

My pockets on swoll my rims all flowed
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I don't really care
Cause I ride on 'em I style on 'em
Yea I lay on 'em yea I flash on 'em
Yea I know that's the way you like it huh?
Yea that's the way you love me huh?

It's alive it's alive rounds kill the eyes
I bring the bitch back like frankenstein
I push break bread gucci don't exercise
I get ass cushion from whooping?
I'm hood like the mail aound mesher time?
Heres a suggestion don't park your car next to mine
I'm a star when I hit I'm supposed to shine
Your flow is carb they let me out just in time
They got a section but none of the hoes are fine
They need to exit don't let the grind past you by
I run last round lanes with my shoes untied
I jump the line walk in and watch the crowd divide
I just stepped outside it's the ugly side
Little madusa in the eye and madusa died
This top secret shit it's classified
Don't blame me swizz's the mastermind
You can't breath can't breath tone the brackets time
I keep my chain moonwalking michael jackson time
I keep buying ice like I lost my mind
[? ]looks like mine it's supposed to shine

My pockets on swoll my rims all flowed
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I don't really care
Cause I ride on 'em I style on 'em
Yea I lay on 'em yea I flash on 'em
Yea I know that's the way you like it huh?
Yea that's the way you love me huh?

Hurry up hurry up guccis on the news
They said he walked out the chair rocking stupid shoes
They tried to find a way to do they made that jew confused
Too much cash on my honeys falling out my?
Yellow wrist party bitch I'm the shit
Big gucci called swizz let's make a hit
Too things in this world I ain't never seen
Are you a porno nigga I need help to get mcmean?
I hope you suffocate me baby totally let me breath
Cause I don't chase nothing but paper bitchs chasing me
Excuse my french I'm gucci I'm so fucking gutter
It makes no sense to switch on these motherfuvkers

My pockets on swoll my rims all flowed
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I don't really care
Cause I ride on 'em I style on 'em
Yea I lay on 'em yea I flash on 'em
Yea I know that's the way you like it huh?
Yea that's the way you love me huh?