Gucci Mane Ft Lil Baby – All Dz Chainz Audio + Lyrics

Gucci Mane Ft Lil Baby – All Dz Chainz Audio + Lyrics. International award winning rapper, Gucci Mane drops a brand new song with Lil Baby tagged “All Dz Chainz” and it comes with the official lyrics also.

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All Dz Chainz Lyrics By Gucci Mane Ft Lil Baby

They sayin’ I do too much
’cause I got all these chains on me
N!Ggas don’t like when we in the club
’cause they get rained on
We get on with n!Ggas
We turn disses into pain song
The feds picked up the case
He got a bond, that money bring him home
How many you got? Just bring ’em all
I’m mr. Get ’em gone
I move like a ghost, I’m on the go
Four weeks I switch the phone
I walk in, I couldn’t care ’bout sh!T
No cap, I set the tone

You the type to flex for hoеs
I’m the type turn up the bros
I won’t givе a damn, they all for life
You better not break the code
Knowin’ bro he ain’t sweet
You tryna speak, so they had wiped your nose
So deep off in the street
I signed my life away to sellin’ ‘bow
Blue ferrari cost nine hunnid bands
You know I pay it cash
Count addict’, she just missin’ the lil’
So I touch up her a$$
They just spin, I tell ’em “Spin again
And bro don’t leave your mask”
If I don’t go, I’m gon’ feel like a ho
We gon’ get on your a$$
Fu*k the other side, you gon’
Get blicks for tryna mediate
I’m gon’ run this money up no matter what
Y’all eat away (yeah!)

My bullets don’t discriminate
Don’t play with wop, I demonstrate (wop!)
Don’t get shot on the interstate
Your girlfriend hyperventilate
R.I.P. To trouble and free thugger
And free gunna too (thug!)
While you at it, free the mayor foo
And free my n!Gga pooh (pooh!)
The da bring up lyrics in the court
May not be even true (huh?)
And try to pen some sh!T next to your name that
You ain’t even do (well, damn)
Fu*k the other side, that n!Gga be
Shot for tryna duplicate (bah!, baow!)
Ran off with the swag like they
Forgot where it originated (huh?)
Fu*k the trolls, the blogs
The hoes and yes-men who be instigatin’ (fu*k ’em)
Hit him in the head and he survived
But still a mental patient (ayy!)
I don’t even have to drop no payments
They feel obligated (yeah!)
Sh!T’s so complicated
Now the killers be cooperatin’ (wow!)
Feds investigatin’
But I made it, never gave a statement (nah!)
Aka big gucci or big guwop
Never call me radric (never)
Ain’t nobody safe, so I tote glock
’cause they don’t have a safety (huh?)
I got killers strapped along the yacht
We the so icy navy (icy navy)
And I’ma rep the a until I’m eighty
That’s the hood that made me
I done sold so many twenty babies
Think I’m born in gravy? (it’s Gucci)

They sayin’ I do too much
’cause I got all these chains on me
N!Ggas don’t like when we in the club
’cause they get rained on
We get on with n!Ggas
We turn disses into pain song
The feds picked up the case
He got a bond, that money bring him home
How many you got? Just bring ’em all
I’m mr. Get ’em gone
I move like a ghost, I’m on the go
Four weeks I switch the phone
I walk in, I couldn’t care ’bout sh!T
No cap, I set the tone