[Hook: Gucci Mane] Shout out to my set Shout out to my set Shout out my connect Shout out my connect Shout out to my check Shout out to my check Shout out my wrist and neck Shout out my wrist and neck I'm a man of respect Man of respect Another nigga with a check Nigga with a check
[Verse 1: Wooh Da Kid] Shout out to your main bitch, shout out to her neck It's cold outside ain't got time to play so please don't get wet It's just me, and my young boy at your front door, with that tech Ain't shit free, that's it for me, I demand a check Shout out to my weed men, I call them the geek squad I smoke too much I just lost my thoughts I'm feeling like a retard Got two best freaks plus me riding in that two seater They face to face I'm by myself but they hugging like a wife beater Shout out to my OG fuck him I'm putting in work Shout out to them real killers that's putting in that twerk Wooh Da King a real nigga shout out to my set Shout out to my jeweler, for my wrist and neck
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[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Shout out to my accountant, my attorneys and my manager And shout out to them 26's that's sitting up on my challenger I'm professional, you an amateur, you an artist, I'm an animal I eat rappers I'm Hannibal, not accountable, I'm a carnivore I'm a dinosaur, you a herbivore, I use verbs and words you ain't heard before Fake trapper never sold birds before, probably never even used dirty words before But not me, can't stop me, ain't no hood nigga going to top me, I'm focused, just watch me, I send a shout out to my posse I send a shout out to my AR, my Tech-9 and my AK, I don't play, not ne'er day, not ne'er way, I'm Gucci Salute me or shoot me, make your next move your best move Every move I make is a chess move, real goons don't aim for the chest, fool