"2006" lyrics

(And Kino, he, he magical on this shit)

Fiji S-class on my left wrist (Water)
All these different bags, this shit get sour, smell like dog piss
My trap like a corner store, twenty-four hours, pull up and pick out your own stick
On everything

Seven, zip, half, quarter, brick, whole thing
Wrist burr, neck ice, I don't do plain jane (Okay)
I might get in that mode, don't sell a nigga nick', gotta come get the whole thing
Everywhere I go, I got bad lil' bitches on drugs, I'm feeling like Rick James
Ridin' 'round town with these dumbass chains (Dumbass chains)
Ayy, 2006, this the old Gucci Mane (2006)
Ridin' 'round town with these dumbass chains (Burr, burr)
2006, this the old Gucci Mane (2006)

Dummy bricks, dummy bricks, dummy bricks, ayy
Fuck your plug, come shop with me
You can turn one into three
Remix, Lamb' truck, all four pockets filled up with G's
I got my wife beater on and I'm lookin' for skeeze (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, they order somethin', I might go pull out the mink
Ice around my neck lil' bitch can't do nothin' but wink
I got Sprinkle bags inside my rap, get gone in one week
We trap it, Longway, bitch

Seven, zip, half, quarter, brick, whole thing
Wrist burr, neck ice, I don't do plain jane (Okay)
I might get in that mode, don't sell a nigga nick', gotta come get the whole thing
Everywhere I go, I got bad lil' bitches on drugs, I'm feeling like Rick James
Ridin' 'round town with these dumbass chains (Dumbass chains)
Ayy, 2006, this the old Gucci Mane (2006)
Ridin' 'round town with these dumbass chains (Dumbass chains)
Ayy, 2006, this the old Gucci Mane (2006)