Say Damn

Gucci Mane · Other Songs - Gucci Mane

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

The way my wrist glist' I make a hood bitch say "Damn!"

My neck-lace represent the fact I go ham

It's lonely up here, man I need to come down

So many O's I made the bank teller pass out



My trap house floors lookin like a Magic City Monday

But ain't no singles, it's just big head hundreds

My car's gettin watched by this ugly-ass junkie

I keep laughin like a woman but it ain't shit funny (ha)

I'm posted in the trap and my country boys comin

I'm hood rich bitch, still servin two dummies

I'm gettin on your nerves cause Gucci got money

The charm is absurd but the rims are all shiny



[Chorus]



I mic check, I mic check, now it's time the chicken talk

One scratch on my Nike checks, I cop another pair

I got stacks on deck, make the girl break her neck

when she hit the bubble kush the bitch coughed up her breakfast

I'm the realest make a bet, I bet the checks don't bounce

So much cash in the bag I make accountants lose count

Your girl say she love to see a thug iced out

With me and Speedy on the track it's the return of chicken talk

Gucci!



[Chorus]

Say Damn

Gucci Mane's 'Say Damn' stands as a quintessential example of his early 2000s Southern hip-hop style, characterized by his aggressive delivery and raw energy. Released during the height of the Atlanta trap and crunk movement, the track exemplifies the genre's shift toward darker, more menacing themes that defined the era. The song features the artist's signature vocal cadence and lyrical focus on street life and confrontation, which became a hallmark of his discography. As a standalone recording, it captures the unpolished yet powerful aesthetic that propelled him to prominence in the mid-2000s rap scene, influencing a generation of artists who followed his blueprint for Southern aggression.