My Year - Gucci Mane

It’s my year, it’s my year

And look at my chain, my watch and my ear

It’s my year, it’s my year

My engine in the rear, because it’s my year

It’s my year, it’s my year

Just look at my chain, my watch and my ear

And look at my gear, and look at my gear

My engine in the rear, because it’s my year

It’s my year, it’s my year

And look at my chain, my watch and my ear

It’s my year, it’s my year

My engine in the rear, because it’s my year

It’s my year, it’s my year

I do it on the strength, how I be the pimp

It’s my year, it’s my year

My engine in the rear, Drumma Boy

It’s my year

It’s me, not you

I don’t want you no mo'

I swear, I don’t care

I’m turnt up, I’m burnt up

And turned out, and you’re not

And I am, the Gucci Mane

Don’t get it be like damn, stop

They know who I am, hot

I’m icy as a fool

I know, I know, very well, very well

I made, this well, uh-huh

And I know A-T-L, very well

I make mail, fuck 12

Go to Hell, A-T-L

I know them well

Play-errrrr

Bottle drunk I don’t sailor

And I’m, tailored

But I keep tippin waiters

Youse a, hater

And you should get some paper

I got, flavor

Big house no neighbors

I’m so, papered

I drop wax on scraper

I’m a, baker

And I’m bakin up cake-r

I’m a, player

Bottle drunk I don’t sailor

And I stay, tailored

And I keep tippin waiters