[Intro] Uhh, uhh Ayy Guc' Mane, we good right now man Get money good man
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] It's a white girl in town - name is Cocaine It's some dirty birds in town - Gucci Mane & Waka Flame We fly in, on buy-in, say you got more birds? You lyin You tryin and lyin, you boys ain't supplyin I pitch like Nolan Ryan, got cocallina flyin My partners stick up kids, duct tape rope they gon' tie in In the bushes they lyed in all night that's my word By the end of the mornin they left with them birds And I'm gone off that purp', and I'm slurrin my words I swerved in my Benz, bangin my 4G's on the curb The lean, the herb, pay me like the first You cross Brick Squad, get hurt I got work - Gucci
[Chorus] My homeboys will get you, pay you on the 33rd Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'ma burp All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'ma burp All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Five grand for a head shot Boy don't be no Flintstone and get yo' (Bedrocked), nigga! Triple red drop, offsets through the parkin lot Where I'm from, young niggaz shootin at the cops Where I'm from, they fakin My hood right side, nigga, green flaggin Lay yo' ass down if you do too much braggin Three case, four Glocks, nigga that's swaggin, ughh Penalized, then goes the Packer-Man What'cha hell, you would think it was a cracker-man I don't know 'em bah-bah-bah-bah-back'em man Fuck 'em den! Throw my stash in the club that there'll do Every girl gettin past you Send an ambulance on that ass I want that rent due Robbin every nigga that ain't Hit Squad, Blood or Piru FLOCKA!!
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[Verse 3: YG Hootie] Half a million dollar jewelry like "Fuck that bird!" Niggaz screamin they want beef, I'm like (Roger That)! My album didn't sell, so I'm layin niggaz down Shootin every nigga, that burst leaves a fuckin frown Forty carats on my bracelet, my Polo black Niggaz talkin like they want beef, I'm wantin that Seven grams in the Swisher, I'm gon' solo that Ridin around with my strap like "Where they at?" All these rap niggaz hold up, stole my Philly hat You will never be a legend like the Gucci Mane You will never be turnt up like my partner Flock' You niggaz hoes I run your block when them choppers chop