Goin' crazy, this sh** goin' crazy
Crazy, this sh** goin' crazy
Me and Wop
Pull up on yo block sending shots with the Glock n***a
All this cash and all these bands
But the same low down will get you sumn sumn
Selling bags and selling lean bags
I'm selling Og bags so I can buy you sumn sumn
Bad b**h in the Jag with the dealership tag
I'm a still post up and roll me sumn sumn
Throw this money like a dummy girl you better show me sumn sumn
Lil b**h better show me something
You can go you don't show me nothing
Don't want your box I just want some top
I'm tryna see what yo head like, I ain't about nothing
Smoking on Tooka with my brothers
f** n***a you don't want no war with us
Come through your block and we click clack buh buh
We busting, pistol c-c-c-cussing
Rolling with the gang [?]
Either macaroni time or we n***a buh buh
Shooters coming out the cut, out the trees give you tough love
I'm a Xbox One boy you a Wii n***a what what
It's Gucci Mane a street exec and 3-4 [?] round my neck
[?] didn't come from no busting checks
[?] these my streets I raise your rent
Drop off that pack [?]
Plus your b**h [?] fifty pounds of dank and he didn't even pay me yet
Off the pack so quick profit we out there keep the sh** intact
Guwop back, yeah Gucci back, f** around and get whacked
Don't relax, [?] pull up in a cab
Rob your man, ten thousand grams I had to feed the fam