Devils in My Section E

They told us. This is not a diss. It's just the truth. Wow. Go. Middle of November, it ain't even December. Nigga brought my name up, I guess they don't Remember. Avondale to Kenner, Boulder, Cresta, Allen Temple. You play with Gucci Mane, I'm sendin' your ass To Donald Trumble. I can still remember, I popped him like a Pimple. I read the autopsy, bullets went straight Through his dimple. My gunners, they got gunners. My runners, they got runners. I'm low-ballin' the number, when I front 'em, Please don't fumble. They say I was too thugged Out, wouldn't let me meet Obama. The judge said I'm a problem, said it right In front my mama. I'm thinkin' to myself, "What would you have done, Your honor?" Pistol whip that bitch who set me Up out her pajamas. Fuckin' Mulianis tried to test Gucci kahunas. Last thing I heard that in the woods, That's a rumor. See, I'm the type that pull up too deep In a rental. Who wanna go to hell? 'Cause Gucci tryna send ya. It's a lot of demons in my section, Please remember. If you ain't bustin' fire, Then you can't be a member. It's a lot of devils in my section, Please remember. If you ain't got no bodies, Then you can't be a member. Wow.