Woppenheimer Songtext
von Gucci Mane

Broke people like bringin′ up the past
I'm talkin′ recently (what the f-?)
I know what I did for you
But what you did for me? (What you did for me?)
Shout out to my wife
She had a daughter and a son for me (my son)
Shoutout to my brother, down bad
He made that bond for me (he made that bond)

Taught me never, ever leave the house
Without my gun with me (no)
I remember bein' broke
And kids tried to make fun of me (to make fun of me)
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe
It look like a bumblebee (skrrt)
I thank God for that lil' bitty time
Because it humbled me (Lord)


Pull up, haters mumblin′, they had a bag
And fumbled it (they fumbled it)
I ran my money up, then put it up
And kept on runnin′ it (go)
Last of a dyin' breed
It ain′t no "I" in "Team"
But it is an "I" in "Win"
So pass the ball to me (Wop)

I don't do much reminiscin′
I'm focused on a mission
Good and some bad memories
But we weren′t really friendly (nah)
Them n- out here faking injuries
You can't rely on them
I'm Gucci Mane, I′m playin′ hurt
But I got my eye on them (it's Gucci)

Rappers nowadays, gotta search ′em
Might have a wire on 'em
One n- tried to send the spot
I dropped the bag on him (what the f-?)
One n- died tryna hit a lick
Died with his mask on him
His gang wasn′t even there to help
Died with his flag on him (it's Gucci)


Broke people like bringin′ up the past
I'm talkin' recently (what the f-?)
I know what I did for you
But what you did for me? (What you did for me?)
Shoutout to my wife
She had a daughter and a son for me (my son)
Shoutout to my brother, down bad
He made that bond for me (he made that bond)

Taught me never, ever leave the house
Without my gun with me (no)
I remember bein′ broke
And kids tried to make fun of me (to make fun of me)
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe
It look like a bumblebee (skrrt)
I thank God for that lil′ bitty time
Because it humbled me (Lord)

He was hot in early 2000's
But whip out recently? (Whip it now?)
Long as I′m rich, I'm gon′ be relevant
Live decently (I'm gon′ be rich)
This Gucci hate train go, "Choo-choo,"
And it don't bother me (choo-choo)
I don't want sh- from you suckers
Not even an apology (not even)
Haters keep my name in they mouth
But won′t acknowledge me (what the f-?)

These rappers burnt out and they broke now
I see it, honestly (I see it)
My n- went and did a whole dub
He got out recently (he got out)
But he linked up with a whole gang of scrubs
Who won′t compete with me (damn)

These n- do h- sh- for attention
They don't got beef with me
Please keep my name out all of your mentions
′Cause that ain't street to me (′cause that ain't-)
These b- gon′ talk 'bout me forever
I'm somethin′ like ecstasy (I′m somethin' like X)
But I′ma chase the paper, not p-
'Cause that′s my specialty (it's Gucci)

Broke people like bringin′ up the past
I'm talkin' recently (what the f-?)
I know what I did for you
But what you did for me? (What you did for me?)
Shoutout to my wife
She had a daughter and a son for me (my son)
Shoutout to my brother, down bad
He made that bond for me (he made that bond)

Taught me never, ever leave the house
Without my gun with me (no)
I remember bein′ broke
And kids tried to make fun of me (to make fun of me)
Now I pull up, yellow-black coupe
It look like a bumblebee (skrrt)
I thank God for that lil′ bitty time
Because it humbled me (Lord)