Gucci Mane is a prominent American rapper known for pioneering trap music. His gritty style and trap beats have had a significant impact on hip-hop, inspiring countless artists. Despite legal troubles, he maintains his relevance and prolific output. Gucci Mane’s personal growth and redemption story also resonate with fans. Check out the Gucci Mane Bite Me Lyrics and Video here…

Gucci Mane Bite Me Lyrics

I woke up this morning, bussed down a swisherLooked in the mirror, like I’m one rich ass nigga’Brush my teeth with 100’s, wipe my ass with these 50’sAll about the Benji’s, competition can’t fuck with meI woke up this morning, bussed down a swisherI woke up this morning, bussed down a swisherLooked in the mirror, like I’m one rich ass nigga’Brush my teeth with 100’s, wipe my ass with these 50’sAll about the Benji’s, competition can’t fuck with me

Know these nigga’s envy green bottle Remy fifty, in my semiWaka Flocka Flame, I’m not friendlyI’m so motherfucking neighborhood, let’s get that understoodI’m not crossing over, this ain’t b-ballGot partners behind the g-wall, 30 for a murder dogSo I gotta get it all, I pull up in a two doorSame color as some puddin’Goddamn that car good lookin’, driver good lookin’Goddamn them rims good lookin’

I know you fuck nigga’s don’t like us but we don’t give a fuckCopy-Catters bite us, they swag suckKnow you bitch nigga’s gone hate my guts, bite meIf you think I do re-write me, they say that imitation flattery, so bite meI put the Tre-8 in your mouth, I make you like itThey say that mimicking is flattery, so bite meI put the AK in your face, and I make you like me

No chit chat, hit me backGucci did this, Gucci Mane did thatIf I did this and I didn’t do that, why’d I do that, why’d I do thatPut a little of this, with a little of thatBut ain’t nothing little about that there, catTriple black, back to backBy myself, still back to backCall me stacks, because I got them racksGot them green bags, duffel bags, can’t hold cashCeo, labled as, and it cost a price tag, but made me gladI’m so jazz, I’m so classI don’t need no bronco to make me madBitch ain’t badWatch them chest and the mouth like a mad, got more bags in his stashOh my goodness, she sitting in pudding, feel like she shouldn’tWhy she shouldn’t, why mess with hundreds, ride ’round in Bentley’sI know the average block was poppalin’Don’t like me ’cause I’m fucking Icy

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