Ahh, yeah, yeah it's Guwop
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Well I was standing on, across the [?]
Dawg, who gone, you know, hah
Zone 6 stand up, EA's finest n***a, hah
I ain't taking no b**h out, I'm taking n***as off
(catch up)
[Gucci Mane:]
I got 25 pints in my boot bag
25 ounces of that OG gas
I got a mall full of young n***as, OG man
And I'm a paper route boy, and Young Dolph fan
I got the pretty white squares with the dragons
I made half a mil betting on the falcons
And I still giving dope to your daddy
Call me unc 'cuz you know I f** your mammy
26 and straight eight, with the head back
Getting head from your momma where the [?] at?
Red fours on a red and black bentley
Crip blue fortune looking just like panties
Low weight n***a but I'm riding on skinnies
Just hit a lick so I'm finna spend plenty
Pull up in the club I ain't throwing them a 20
I at least made 20 mil along i20
20 years old yeah 20 f**ing licks
20 year old gucci 20 year old b**h
80 rows and I'm 30 years old
With the suicide doors and a ride or die b**h
Drive a car for my n***a said daddy wanna please me
Tell me where you wanna come, then so he can meet me
Pull up with a mac 11 right up from the front street
Ain't no n***a gon' jump me, a n***a gon' chump me
[Young Dolph:]
Just got a call that my dawg got you steady, (word)
Got the car keys and the choppers out the attic, (yeah)
It's the part of the game where sh**'s getting tragic
n***a say he got problems we gotta let him have it
Bought a couple AK's and a couple carbines, (ey)
My dawg been robbing now we got a couple problems (f**)
He wrong or he right b**h we shoot him on sight
Burn your man house down the next morning catch a flight, aight
Check him up out of here hope he told his family goodnight
Thanks to breaking down these bails I done live the good life, (yeah)
We out in vegas partying like ain't sh** happened
Out here f**ing whitney, b**h, tryna see what happened
I hate b**h a** n***as with a pa**ion
I had to leave ain't got no time for no question askin'
Feet kicked up smoking and relaxin'
Shoot a n***a a** out John Paxson
[Gucci Mane:]
I'm the type a n***a that'll shoot you in public
Ran into a n***a that I robbed in public
I said I heard you looking for me and he tried to change the subject
Had that pistol in my brief, said he thought I wear it ugly
Up the tone, ready and I ain't do it in the public
Somebody called the police 'cuz they thought I was gonna bust it
I ain't give sh** back that is not up for discussion
You shoulda known zone 6 boys hate to be trusted
Pull up in a ticket and he pull up in a custom
Said the n***a had it roasting the p**y n***a lucky
I might pull up in a rolls royce he pull up in a bucket
Yeah I rob your homeboy but I ain't motherf**ing ducking
If you see me in the club, gotta keep on trucking
'cuz these n***as wanna f** sh**, and I ain't with the f**-a-roo
Got a pistol on me dawg, eh yeah, its the stress in me
Matter fact, two pistols, can't let you get the best of me
It was 1998 when I first learned the recipe
I was buying dope, cook, man those f**ers was catching me
Better sell these quick, man the lord he was blessing me
Got a carbine and a tec, got a whole lotta weaponry
Hundred thou off the dough, wearing gold off the ecstasy
Put a cap in the mob, yeah them n***as was finessing me
But I broke off ain't gotta be here [?] unprofessionally
Man my first second mill put that pistol on that Mexican