More songs by Gucci Mane
Description
Vocals: Gucci Mane
Producer: Go Grizzly
Producer: Pooh Beatz
Producer: London Jae
Masterer: Colin Leonard
A& R Manager: Gucci Mane
A And R Administrator: Irene Sourlis
Recorded By: Salvador Majail
Mixer: Thomas "Tillie" Mann
Writer: Radric Davis
Writer: Kevin Andre Price
Writer: Darryl Clemons
Writer: Jaucquez Lowe
Lyrics and translation
Original
Boy you a lil' pussy boy.
-Lil' pussy. -From the North to the South.
From the heart to the South. From the jails to the loft. I'm a real deal boss.
From a crumb to a brick. From a zip to a split. From a bird to the bricks.
I'm the real deal shit. From the North to the South. From the heart to the South.
From the jails to the loft. I'm a real deal boss. From a crumb to a brick. From a zip to a split.
From a bird to the bricks. I'm the real deal shit.
Cutlass with the button, this 'Rari 2026. Twenty years later, nigga still in the mix.
I don't owe a nigga nothin' but I'm steppin' in the Rick's.
And I don't fuck with Joe Budden 'cause he be on a nigga dick.
Jacob watch one million dollars, that's what's on my wrist. Hawk dropped the whole label, but he still rich. I don't want no bougie hoe,
I need a hood bitch. And I don't want that old, I need that young raw shit.
And bet not nobody, nobody fuck with my bricks.
Billion dollar nigga still fuckin' thigh shit. Jackies got my trap pushin' like a mosh pit.
And shawty want some love, but I just want that ostrich. From the North to the South.
From the heart to the South. From the jails to the loft. I'm a real deal boss.
From a crumb to a brick. From a zip to a split. From a bird to the bricks. I'm the real deal shit.
From the North to the South. From the heart to the South.
From the jails to the loft. I'm a real deal boss. From a crumb to a brick. From a zip to a split.
From a bird to the bricks. I'm the real deal shit.
I'm laughin' at you suckers, y'all got funny money, buster.
I gave that bitch a hint to leave, but I didn't wanna rush her. Chopper straight from Russia. Country boy came from Augusta.
Pack cleared customs, now everything custom.
I don't care 'bout none of these niggas, I don't discuss them. Used to be a good girl, now that bitch disgusting.
What happened to that big mouth nigga? I hushed him.
Nigga thought he was untouchable 'til I touched him. And bet not nobody, nobody fuck with my bricks.
Billion dollar nigga still fuckin' thigh shit. Jackies got my trap pushin' like a mosh pit.
And shawty want some love, but I just want that ostrich. From the North to the South.
From the heart to the South. From the jails to the loft. I'm a real deal boss.
From a crumb to a brick. From a zip to a split. From a bird to the bricks.
I'm the real deal shit. From the North to the South. From the heart to the South.
From the jails to the loft. I'm a real deal boss. From a crumb to a brick. From a zip to a split.
From a bird to the bricks. I'm the real deal shit.
What! Go!