20 of the Best Lyrics From Gucci Mane’s ‘Mr. Davis’ Album
Everybody loves a good comeback story. There's something about bouncing back from the depths of defeat to find redemption in victory that moves the public like no other. In the business of music, careers are fleeting and second chances are few and far in between, which means perseverance is a trait that is essential to surviving the treacherous waters of the music industry. In recent years, one artist that has displayed the will to endure and walk away stronger than ever is Gucci Mane, who has defied the odds and resurrected his career in a fashion that few others have.
An author of dope boy parables, the East Atlanta rep has evolved from an underdog into a Southern stalwart and one of the most influential artists in the game. Having served multiple prison sentences and with his street cred intact, Gucci Mane is looking to put the past behind him and focus on building his brand, as he has done since being released from prison in 2016. Coming out of the gate strong with releases like Everybody Looking, The Return of East Atlanta Santa and Drop Top Wop, Gucci Mane has picked up his momentum with every project and looks to build on his hot streak further with his latest LP, Mr. Davis.
The project, which Gucci announced in August, was originally slated to be released on Sept. 15, but was ultimately pushed back to Oct. 13. However, the wait looks to be well worth it, as Mr. Davis is filled with quality from top to bottom and finds Gucci collaborating with heavyweights like The Weeknd, Migos, Chris Brown, Nicki Minaj, A$AP Rocky, Ty Dolla $ign, Big Sean, Slim Jxmmi, Schoolboy Q, Young Dolph, Monica and Rico Love.
XXL gave Gucci Mane's latest a spin and picked out 20 of the best lyrics from Mr. Davis. Did your favorite make the cut?
"I'm the best that ever did it/Here's a message to my critics/Fuck your bitch, go get some business/I just bought my bitch a Bentley/Hold up, I'm lyin' I bought my bitch a business/My wife say she worth 20 millis/We drive a Lambo through the city/I think I'm Rambo with the semi"
"I put them bricks in the fender/My bitch, she walk around like she Kris Jenner/I used to break and then enter/Then Takeoff running like the game of temple/It's simple, I play with the mental/Mama said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel/Canada, ’cause I'm a money symbol/Walkin' with the racks, I'm lookin' crippled" - Takeoff
"I know that you niggas gettin' sick of me/These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece/I don't even like to freestyle for free/I put in the key and I ride the beat/I won't even come out the house for free/I pay a nigga to drive for me/JAY-Z couldn't even co-sign for me/I do what I want, ’cause I'm signed to me" - Gucci Mane
"Your pockets looking brittle/You a rat, Stuart Little/Ten thousand dollar outfit, she can tell I'm a rich nigga/Came out my momma like a boss/Got these hoes singing Diana Ross/Making big moves constantly/EA need to sponsor me" - Slim Jxmmi
"You remind me of my Bentley GT/On Magic on Monday I throw up the money/I'm a man crush every day of the week/I'ma ball hard like it's Super Bowl Sunday/A fool with the chewing, she chewing the D/What in the hell is she doing to me?/SWV got me weak in the knees/Give her the trophy for the throat of the week" - Gucci Mane
"Say I, a star was born last night/Way you showed out on that dick, girl, you performed last night/That's why you deserve that first class flight/Bye, bye, ’cause I just quenched your thirst last night/I'm in Dubai, somebody tell the prince that the kingpin has arrived/If I lived over here, I'd prolly have one hundred wives" - Gucci Mane
"This groupie chick so super thick, I might buy her new Louboutins/Ludacris, never sold dope I did it was lucrative/All these P's, I'm cooking in, I never be broke again/It's a lot of yankees tryna live the life that Gucci live/They ain't beat a murder charge or killed them folks that Gucci killed"
"This watch here cost an 80, Guwop's an 80 baby/Grew up in ATL but don't do no roller skating/Lil mama wanna suck me and she ain't never met me/She said she had a dream that she fucked me in my Bentley/Baller of the century, and they could never clone me/He say he worth a mil' but I got a million on me"
"Yeah, I got the fire on me/I keep the chopper close by, that's just my philosophy/Misery loves company and I don't need the misery/House full of baby bottles like I run a nursery/Droptop, red ’Vert, I'm slidin' down universities/A lot of niggas feelings hurt ’cause they can't get a verse from me" - Gucci Mane
"Bitch, I drive Mercedes, huh/Hop out like the Navy, huh/Pussy, I can sell you work/Hold crack like the eighties, huh/I just fuck her makeup up/You just give her baby bump/Hit that lick, got double stripes/Judge had tried to give me life, came home, I got extra bright" - Schoolboy Q
"Pull up, froze up with the door up/Chopper in the club, I don't care who show up/Watch lookin' like a glow up, when I throw up/East side Bouldercrest Road where I growed up/Hold up, lil' homie, tone it down/’Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up/Sat courtside right next to the owner/Lookin' so good, make his wife pick her phone up" - Gucci Mane
"In that grape thing, 2018 Rolls-Royce truck, no reason/Water on my time piece wetter than a Fiji/Parked in front of the St. Regis/Artists wanna meet me/Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons/Diamonds dancing just like Breezy/Take it easy, Breezy, go easy" - Gucci Mane
"You talkin' crazy, I'm tryna book Beyoncé for my wedding day/I'm the type of nigga, spend a million on a wedding cake/Niggas hate, but hesitate, they hate to see ya elevate/I just left out the gym, I'm ’bout to take a swim and meditate" - Gucci Mane
"I got it in the can, Dole/Your career gon' be with Anna Nicole/Witcha dumbass face/She ain't eatin' but I swear she got some bum ass taste/Text her man like, 'Dawg, how that bum ass taste?'/Pay your rent! And stay in your bum ass place/Oooohhh, oh you the qu-e-e, the queen of this here?/One platinum plaque, album flopped, bitch, where?" - Nicki Minaj
"Guwop how much you pay for that Patek Phillipe?/Pretty please get them broke niggas way from me/I don't want no bitch to fuck with me for free/You know a rich nigga can't fuck no ho for free/I just made 500,000 in my sleep/Money comin', I think it's in love with me/I'm the club throwin' money on the freaks/It ain't 'bout money then no need for us to speak"
"Guwop got a sack, have you heard it or not?/And they gon' fuck with Wop whether they nervous or not/Baby, is you gon' give me the service or not?/’Cause that's a big factor if we splurging or not/Why your friend tryna' block for? She know you a thot, hoe/It ain't nuthin' wrong with fucking Gucci on the top floor" - Gucci Mane
"I be living life cautious/Keep it moving like motions/Keep it smooth, I'm like lotion/We've been swimmin like n'oceans/Why these niggas like vultures? dang, these bitches got motives/So much Gucci on the loafers, 'I'ma turn into the spokesman/Oh, it go Wop, linked up with the mob/I say Guwop let's hit the block, linked up in Dubai" - A$AP Rocky
"Fresh outta jail made bail for the 10th time/Shoulda been said something 'cause he been tired/You see me smiling but I'm crying on the inside/Thinking bout my homies locked down on the inside/I've been spared so many times could've been died/Coulda lost my sanity my brain been fried/It's so hard to understand when it's God's plan/And it's not in my hands but in God's hands" - Gucci Mane
"Nobody ever kept it real with me like Shawty Lo/In ATL your memory, we'll never let it go/I'm holding on to them late nights in the studio/And every call, every show, and every video/R.I.P. to Slim Dunk, we miss you, Mario/We tryna move on but it still hurt though/We try to come together but it won't work though/’Cause you's the most important piece to the puzzle" - Gucci Mane
"Young nigga trapping for them new Lebrons, nigga/I was trafficking and passing brick like I'm Lebron, nigga/Steph Curry pound of kush under my armor, nigga/Arm and hammer Gucci cook it right in front of niggas/Everybody bosses really they just runners, nigga/On YSL designer down I drip like gunna, nigga/Have you been so broke you had to serve a pregnant lady/Feeding crack rock to a baby and you really just a baby" - Gucci Mane