damnlyrics.com

Lawnmower Man

Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash

I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass

Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash

I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass

Gucci Mane make a nigga wear a shit bag

Actin bad like a kid at Six Flags

I'll send some slugs at yo' bitch ass

In my hood ain't no love for yo' bitch ass

Fifty pounds in the trash bag

Anybody move then that nigga gettin blast at

Hit a lick for 'bout fifty stacks

Niggaz trippin talkin 'bout Gucci bring the money back

Half a brick and I'm breakin that

I'm in the trap where the junkies at

I'm gettin fat, fuck a jumpin jack

Zay' drop a track the whole industry be jockin that

I'll put a hole in your stocking cap

Work ya like a bitch at the Body Tap

I stay strapped, blow you off the map

Niggaz hate behind my back, but when they see me give me dap

Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash

I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass

Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash

I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass

Uhhhh

I'm from the hood I'll punch your lights out

I took your jewelry, now I'm iced out (icy icy)

Gucci Mane got that 'caine in

I swear I never tuck my chain in

You just a thug gettin traded

I'm a thug entertainin

Really I'm a street nigga

That chopper on the seat, nigga

All ready for that beef, nigga

Yo, Gucci gotta eat, nigga

I guess I'll see you when I see you nigga

I wouldn't wanna be you nigga

Now ain't that like a nigga

Tryin to sound like a nigga

A lover not a fighter nigga

But let me see yo' lighter nigga

Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash

I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass

Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash

I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass

You see the bracelet on my arm, my necklace, my charm

I'm dangerous and armed with grenades and bombs

Y'all done slumped out with tons of ones

In tha club puttin on like "I'm Dapper Don"

Yours truly, young Gucci all I do is hustle hard

Never had credit but used my 2000 Mastercard

Grimy and gritty, hotter than cookin with lard

Gucci Mane on the block again and I'm cookin ya boys

It's that grown man shit, nigga bring all the toys

When I snap they'll have to call the lieutenant and sarge

Bring the whole entourage, see she thinkin you hard

And watch how quick I load the chopper bullets you gotta dodge

Uhhh... Gucci Mane on the track nigga

Zaytoven on the track nigga

Big Cat, Laflare nigga

I'm the lawnmower man, nigga

Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash

I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass

Don't let yo' mouth write a check that yo' ass can't cash

I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass

---

Lyrics powered by lyrics.tancode.com

written by DOTSON, XAVIER / DOTSON, XAVIER / WRITER UNKNOWN, N

Lyrics © Ultra Tunes

Enjoy the lyrics !!!