| Song | Lil Friends |
| Artist | Gucci Mane |
| Album | Writings On The Wall 2 |
| 作词 : Radric Davis | |
| 作曲 : Radric Davis | |
| [Intro] | |
| OKAY! | |
| **** it, I don't care | |
| The Appeal! | |
| When I ****ing came to this ****ing country | |
| All I had was a dollar and a dream | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| We need more Ros, My bitches gettin' thristy | |
| My words like New Years, Christmas came early, (BuRR!) | |
| Got these bitches urling, my earring's perfect | |
| My left pinkey finger rolling like George Gervin | |
| My name ain't Ervin, but call me Magic | |
| Abra Cadabra, top off the Phathom | |
| 458 Italia, first in the states, out of town plates, just to make it look great | |
| I need a haircut, plus a carwash | |
| I get out the car and they take their bra's off | |
| See I fought the law and the ****in law won | |
| Came back on Appeal wanna new outcome | |
| Overload your eardrumbs, hear it hear it come! | |
| Income Income, go and get you sum | |
| Say bye to the Bad guy, Wave bye to the Bad guy, Gucci Mane the bad guy | |
| Yes, I am the Bad guy, Wave bye to the Bad guy | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| I came to this country with a dollar and a dream and a choppa and a team full of killas, what you mean? | |
| Imma bad guy, bad guy from start til the end | |
| Say hello to my little friend | |
| I couldve been a doctor, shouldve been a lawyer | |
| I go to court so much I couldve been my own employer | |
| Imma die a dope boy, always been a hustla | |
| Started off custom now I (Say hello to my little friend) | |
| [Verse 2 - Bun B:] | |
| ....... | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| I got 60 racks laying on the floor in magic city | |
| Like Samuel L Jackson I think it's time for killing | |
| I touched his wife titty and the nigga start tripping | |
| That ain't proper etiquette you see the bitch stripping | |
| AR-15 whipped his ass into pieces | |
| Don't get it twisted think it's all about the pieces | |
| And all about the bracelets | |
| I'm still fighting cases | |
| 10 thousand for the glasses | |
| Diamonds in they faces (BuRR, BuRR) | |
| Your own blood taste it | |
| We stomp you till you tasteless | |
| My t-shirt ain't tailored... | |
| You read what is said - bitch | |
| Brick squad bossman off with you head - bitch | |
| Run for the exit | |
| They shooting inside here | |
| Parking lot gun fight bodies outside here | |
| Police best bet come with the riot gear | |
| Soldiers down to die here | |
| Move to America | |
| Dollar and a dream and a donor picture, tear it up | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| [Chorus:] |
| zuò cí : Radric Davis | |
| zuò qǔ : Radric Davis | |
| Intro | |
| OKAY! | |
| it, I don' t care | |
| The Appeal! | |
| When I ing came to this ing country | |
| All I had was a dollar and a dream | |
| Verse 1: | |
| We need more Ros, My bitches gettin' thristy | |
| My words like New Years, Christmas came early, BuRR! | |
| Got these bitches urling, my earring' s perfect | |
| My left pinkey finger rolling like George Gervin | |
| My name ain' t Ervin, but call me Magic | |
| Abra Cadabra, top off the Phathom | |
| 458 Italia, first in the states, out of town plates, just to make it look great | |
| I need a haircut, plus a carwash | |
| I get out the car and they take their bra' s off | |
| See I fought the law and the in law won | |
| Came back on Appeal wanna new outcome | |
| Overload your eardrumbs, hear it hear it come! | |
| Income Income, go and get you sum | |
| Say bye to the Bad guy, Wave bye to the Bad guy, Gucci Mane the bad guy | |
| Yes, I am the Bad guy, Wave bye to the Bad guy | |
| Chorus: | |
| I came to this country with a dollar and a dream and a choppa and a team full of killas, what you mean? | |
| Imma bad guy, bad guy from start til the end | |
| Say hello to my little friend | |
| I couldve been a doctor, shouldve been a lawyer | |
| I go to court so much I couldve been my own employer | |
| Imma die a dope boy, always been a hustla | |
| Started off custom now I Say hello to my little friend | |
| Verse 2 Bun B: | |
| ....... | |
| Chorus: | |
| Verse 3: | |
| I got 60 racks laying on the floor in magic city | |
| Like Samuel L Jackson I think it' s time for killing | |
| I touched his wife titty and the nigga start tripping | |
| That ain' t proper etiquette you see the bitch stripping | |
| AR15 whipped his ass into pieces | |
| Don' t get it twisted think it' s all about the pieces | |
| And all about the bracelets | |
| I' m still fighting cases | |
| 10 thousand for the glasses | |
| Diamonds in they faces BuRR, BuRR | |
| Your own blood taste it | |
| We stomp you till you tasteless | |
| My tshirt ain' t tailored... | |
| You read what is said bitch | |
| Brick squad bossman off with you head bitch | |
| Run for the exit | |
| They shooting inside here | |
| Parking lot gun fight bodies outside here | |
| Police best bet come with the riot gear | |
| Soldiers down to die here | |
| Move to America | |
| Dollar and a dream and a donor picture, tear it up | |
| Chorus: | |
| Chorus: |