The Sun Valley lyrics are able to vividly portray Gucci Mane’s past experiences in this part of East Atlanta. If you read them over, you will understand that it was not easy for him adapting to this part of town. The So Icey member Frenchie is on the chorus. The thing is if you are from this part of Atlanta, you know that although it may look like a suburb, it is very easy to get robbed there. If you are from the area, then you also know that much of the buildings are boarded up. Anyways, check out the lyrics to this epic track below and see what it do.
Chea It’s Gucci Mane La Flare man shout to Bouldercrest road man
East Atlanta Zone 6 top sun valley nigga shout to the bottom of sun valley
[CHORUS] (Frenchie)
If you think I’m done trappin because I made it rappin
Basically this is something that you don’t really know about me
A ghetto superstar ridin through the 6
Middle fingers up screamin Sun Valley
I’m reppin it kid I’m reppin it kid I’m reppin it sun I’m reppin it valley
I’m reppin it kid I’m reppin it kid I’m reppin it sun I’m reppin it valley
(Gucci Mane)
1970 our tower Sun Valley
Well young nigga jumped off and started trappin
A nigga got killed last night what happened?
Fuckin with them duffle across this bitches from da valley
Mountain park apartments everybody cappin
Don’t go to try hang on cuz you might just get yo ass kicked
Bottom of the hill shootin hoops Sun Valley
Nigga wanna jump me and Zay we started jackin
13 years old but my big bra packin
Let’s just say they take my starter jacket
Flashback 97 five dollar crap game gamblin in da hundred man me and slick Brandon
Dusto C-Note Dante and Landon
Carlos Dameon and my nigga Lil Red
Aside twenty, ketchup off the wall mane
Fast forward 08 million dollar crap gang
Walking through the apartments Nike Jordan shoe game
Months I get glasses I was only in da 9th grade
Triple gold b’s by the 11th grade fuckin all the teachers all the teachers wanna fuck me
Got locked up 6 months I was 19 fresh out of high school 6 months in da county
Fast forward 08 ten cars mountain three choice three verts sick hard tops mane
Four hoes two spots one boy set it off then two dogs one a Maltese and one a Yorkie
Iced out dog same size as the Yorkie if you touch this dog goes on and
Start barkin growlin growlin rappin proudly stove not cloudy I’m big boy ballin wilt cham
Numbers with a bad day founded good day 80 on a great day quarter starter starter
Gotta be a starter starter starter gotta be a starter starter so icey starter
Nigga you a bench warmer
[CHORUS]
Do you know how to speak Spanish as well as Gucci Mane? If you look at the Spanish Plug lyrics, you will see that Gucci is most definitely bilingual and knows how to communicate to the Spanish speakers. He tells an epic story about his “Spanish Plug” over some crazy production from Raw Beats. Read the lyrics below and if you already know how to speak Espanol, you won’t have much of a problem with the translation. Plus, he explains a lot of the lyrics throughout the song.
Burn One Burn One
This is another Raw Beats Production (yeah yeah)
Gucci Gucci (huh huh huh huh)
Guccirachi baby Gucci Gucci (cocaina shawty)
[CHORUS]
When I see my plug this how I talk to em
And when I serve my folks this how I talk to em
When I’m with my dogs this how I talk to em
It’s Gucci Mane La Flare I’m finna talk to em
My guala my partner mota manana?
Gracias de nada brought me years of dollars
Que pasa amigo? Coca mudo necho cohina mucho es grande on the repo
Ese el pablo my barrio your barrio I’m ese my friende you speak real good ingles
600 Wednesday 5000 Tuesday el nombre es Gucci no punta no pussy
Coronas and kushi kilos and elbows chito seritas they come from Mexico
There he go, 20 tacos got me 50 burritos, S 550 Mercedes on flat shoals, que pasa manana
My guala guala, my partna partna, love to treat a nigga to a stingin lobster
Now a nigga owe him a million dollars got me making 10 g’s an hour
Moneys power, time is money, you don’t know the nigga then serve the dummy
Serve the junkies then ride Ashanti’s
[CHORUS]
What’s the bumbleclots my trap spot, dreadlocks and rastas, rude boys and rude girls
Jamaican mobsters, I shot the sheriff, smoking Bob Marley
All of this ecstasy is killing me softly
Turgo and curry, mid grade so pretty
This spots my X spot, can’t dodge the red dot,
Smoking the la la, can’t get no higher, where is me aya?
She sends me fire where is me lighter, look at me iced up
Step up your neckpiece, I like your wife ah, I pack a rifle
I love me life ah put up your hands before I put up my rifle
[CHORUS]
What’s up nigga what it do?
I’m good my nigga how are you
Half a chicken, whole chicken, quarter chicken what it move?
Bentley coupe on Bentley shoes, hell no them ain’t 22’s, still keep coke in inner tubes
Plotting on my next business move, 26 inch tennis shoes, old school paint it Mazerati blue
Brought my gun, but forgot my roof, pulling up with your baby boo, oh oh
It’s you know who, It’s NASCAR baby what you gonna do?
Looking for something thick I can screw
Paint change and my diamonds too
Trap nigga watch reminding you, my grill and ring be blinding you
If you a stubborn artist I’m signing you, I’m still the same nigga that be shining too
Trap nigga, watch reminding you, my grill and ring be blinding you,
If you a stubborn artist I’m signing you, I’m still the black nigga that be shining too bitch
[CHORUS]
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