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Not going to Iran, I'm not going to Iran
Free all the shootas Yeah
Never backed down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran

Chorus: Gucci Mane
Never backed down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran No, no
If they book me for the draft, I'm not goin' to Iran No
Call me Gucci Peter Pan, I keep flyin' to the bands Ah
I do stunts like Jackie Chan, I just touched down in Japan
Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin' up the bands
In the Arab with the sand, I'm so hot, I need a fan Hot
I'm so black, can't get no tan Ah, but I feel like I'm the man
I put diamonds in my bands, ice so cold, can't feel my hands

Verse 1: Gucci Mane
I can't go to war for nobody
Bitch, I got my own bodies Yeah
Everybody got a couple skeletons in the closet Huh
Bodies go to droppin', it's on and poppin'
Me and my niggas went shoppin' for choppas Pow
Bought bombs and bazookas, is that what you want Pow, pow
Life of a sniper, pray for my rifle
Pray for my rubber then shootin' my rival
I don't go to sleep, I just drink with my Bible
Thinkin' 'bout bringin' home member survivors
Jump off the tower, money and power
Send me to war, but you nothin' but a coward Woo
Children in Broward, students at Howard Yeah
Play with my life 'cause you feel you in power Pussy
Bum in a blouse that blew out our boss
Got caught then got raped then got for tortured for hours
Think I'ma lick, got a stick in my trouser
Reroll machine, I'm piledrivin' the powder
Flag on your casket then send ya some flowers
Gucci on bucket, I'm tellin' ya now It's Gucci
I see my opp, then I'm gunnin' him down
Tell my lawyer to start pointin' him out Him
Know what he do, so I keep him around Him
Gave him the bag and he didn't say a sound

Chorus: Gucci Mane
Never backed down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran No
If they book me for the draft, I'm not going to Iran No
Call me Gucci Peter Pan It's Gucci, I keep flyin' to the bands
I do stunts like Jackie Chan, I just touched down in Japan
Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin' up the bands
In the Arab with the sand, I'm so hot, I need a fan Hot
I'm so black, can't get no tan Ah, but I feel like I'm the man
I put diamonds in my bands, ice so cold, can't feel my hands

Verse 2: K Shiday
So icy
Real shooter, been reckless Uh
Put them boys on my guest list Woah
.50 cal on my resume, 1017 on my necklace Word
If I slap a mag and put it in the dirt Yeah
It's just automatic reflexes Woo
Got two bad bitches from Texas Yeah
I might slap a ho if she messy Ah
I burn them off for my kids
Damn, I'm legit
Pour the Johnson with the shit Who
I break 'em off like a Kit-Kat
Hard as a brick, ain't got no time for no kickback
I'm a motherfuckin' veteran Yeah
Obama is my president Yeah
Might pull up to your residence
Friendly fire, bitch, I'm negligent
Open fire, I might fine ya Woo
Pin the gun, White House might blind ya Ooh
Damn, my conduct so disorderly
I check a nigga quarterly Mmm
They closin' up the doors for me Yup
Might slip, my drip too watery Oh
You can blame it on the saucery Uh
Eat a pill, bitch, take it orally