Wilt Chamberlain Part 2 by Gucci Mane Lyrics

[Intro]
DJ mothafuckin' Rell

[Verse]
Trash can, kush bag, got the club fucked up
Told Icy ain't rich, bitch, you got me fucked up (Trap-A-Holics)
Hustlers, hustlers, y'all niggas is suckers
You a bad bitch, but I wish I never fucked her
Straight drop, glass, got me takin' all your [?]
[?] got me clear as snow bricks, call me cash out
[?] havin' ass, nigga, why ya got your hand out?
Aqua, teal paint, did it just to stand out
Bouldercrest Road, nigga, Sun Valley trap house
Like a bitch, yeah we call that bitch the mansion
If you fuckin' underage girls, you a Chester
One thing Gucci is not is a molester
Twenty-nine year-old lady, she successful
Fine in some jeans, but look better whеn she dress up
Girlfriend finе, but she ugly from the neck up
Pillow on her face, and I beat her like she stole some
Gucci Mane rich, everybody wanna hold some
Two big balls and a dick, wanna hold that?
Baby girl suckin' on my dish, she need to slow down
Hold down, baby 'cause you just too much