[Verse 1 – Taylor J] I ask my momma why she hate my friends She say they no good Between me and all of em We rob the whole hood Fuck a class I got some knit Stayed in the hallways Now I never pay for zips I came a long way Rico say I smoke too much I’m scared to see my lungs Got some hoes with money now Still got some in the slums Riding round with all my tree I got to get it nigga All of this be gone by three So what’s the ticket nigga I’m the bad guy with a bad bitch with a nice ass and mad chips We rollin weed in your mixtape, and I break it down on your tracklist She got a boyfriend but he average I spend a lot of my money with sacks fifth I’m locked in on this rap shit But I could still make a pack do a back flip Fuck with me
[Hook – Taylor J] [x2] I’m just riding round Up to no good I ain’t worried bout it I’m good in yo hood Couple different drugs on me I might be yo plug Might have a gun on me I might hit yo mug
[Verse 2 – Dose] I’m in these streets nigga I’m bout that life partner I got that thunder on me Call that bitch Oklahoma I got that work cooking I know they smell the odor I’m on that Miley Cyrus I been there all morning I got d’own head chopper, d’own head chopper From the pawn shop Eight under five men, call the ambulance, like the whole block Lit up my left wrist, that’s every bit, about two block Living that thug life, go against the grain like 2Pac Ay I got horsepower, I smashed out on two cars Vroom vroom, nigga give me room, got a foreign touring with a stash box Stacked up with a bent and I blow half of that for the half nights Prolly be in your hood with your goons on your block Dose
[Hook – Taylor J] I’m just riding round Up to no good I ain’t worried bout it I’m good in yo hood Couple different drugs on me I might be yo plug Might have a gun on me I might hit yo mug
[Verse 3 – Gucci Mane] I’m in the hood with a pound of good Smoke up every bud I’m an East Atlanta vet but sippin Mississippi mud Fuck a ho, bitch I told her snuh I shoot in the club Got my vodkas they gon keep a buzz Tell it to the judge I'm the plug, Mr. such and such, cut off a nigga nuts Selling kush like I’m in a rush You snitches need to hush She a slut, she just love to fuck, my diamonds make her blush I need a rich bitch, tell Oprah Winfrey that I got a crush If a pussy push me then up in my pistol is a must If this AK hit em then it might just knock him out his chucks I got this kush coming on this truck and I got these pipes coming on this bus And I got my truck locked down so tough that these niggas can’t even re-up Gucci Mane, nigga look me up, six how much they bought me up When I touch down I smoke pounds so street niggas can hook me up Bitch your bitch wanna slide me up I know the feds wanna snatch me up Daffodil really gon doubt me up Black on pussy, then smack me up
[Hook – Taylor J] I’m just riding round Up to no good I ain’t worried bout it I’m good in yo hood Couple different drugs on me I might be yo plug Might have a gun on me I might hit yo mug