gucci mane, k shiday - iran

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Not going to Iran, I'm not going to Iran Free all the shootas (Yeah) Never back down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Never back down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran (No, no) If they book me for the draft, I'm not going to Iran (No) Call me Gucci Peter Pan, I keep flyin' to the band (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 A, where I'm 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 work for nobody Bitch I got my own bodies (Yeah) Errybody got a couple skeletons in the closet Bodies go to droppin' this only [?] Me and my niggas went shoppin' for choppas (Ah) Bought bombs and bazookas, is that what you want? Life of a sniper, pray for my rifle Pray for my rubber band shooting my [?] (What?) I don't go to sleep, I just drink with my Bible Thinkin' of bringin' home [?] survivors Jump off the towel, money and power Send me the world but you nothin' but a coward (Wooh) [?] named Broward, students at Howard (Yeah) Play with my life 'cause you feel you in power ([?]) [?] blue eyed eyeball [?] can't touch her for hours Think of my lick, got a stick in my trouser Real [?] shit, runnin' the powder Flack on your casket, get used to seeing flowers Gucci on bucket, I'm tellin' you now (Gucci) I see my opp then I'm gunnin' him down (Graow) Tell my lawyer here to start pointin' him out (Him) Know what he do, so I keep him around (Him) Gave him [?] and he don't say a sound [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Never back down from a man, nigga, I ain't never ran (No, no) If they book me for the draft, I'm not going to Iran (No) Call me Gucci Peter Pan, I keep flyin' to the band (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 A, where I'm 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 hoe 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 KitKat Hard as a brick, ain't got no time for no kick back I'm a mother fuckin' veteran, Obama is my president Might pull up to your residence Might fire, bitch we negligent Open fire, I might fine ya Pin the house, might blind ya Damn my conduct so disorderly I check the nigga quarterly They closin' up the doors for me Might slip, my drip too watery You can blame it on the saucery Eat a pew, bitch, take it overly