[Produced by Honorable C.N.O.T.E.]
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
Shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi
Tennis shoes my choices ain't sh** changed but my bottom
I ain't sh** lame without my partners
Your b**h came to my house to get f**ed by my roster
My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah
These n***as don't want no problems, yeah
I can see it in their eyes, the feeling's in my heart
Got me thinkin' through my mind
And I can't hide the feeling inside
I don't know how I feel like this but sh** just got real like this
[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]
Rich Homie, this feeling, man it on vibe
And can't no s**ers get in my ride
So I slowly let them Forgis glide
Now let that marinate while your b**h get in my ride
She can't believe her eyes, the ghost came suicide
I'm trapping in Guisseppe, gotta make a play, bae let's ride
In traffic with goons behind me
[?]
And if you got a problem, my god I'm 'fraid I'm drunk
Rich Homie where they do, it's your boy Longway
I count a lot of cash, my homies hold AKs
And if you try to pa**, make sure you saying grace
My homies at your a**, aiming at your face
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
Shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi
Tennis shoes my choices ain't sh** changed but my bottom
I ain't sh** lame without my partners
Your b**h came to my house to get f**ed by my roster
My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah
These n***as don't want no problems, yeah
I can see it in their eyes, the feeling's in my heart
Got me thinkin' through my mind
And I can't hide the feeling inside
I don't know how I feel like this but sh** just got real like this
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Yeah I don't put sixes, she should put fours on
I told her [?] just so I could f** her with her clothes on
50 b**hes hit my line in jail on my cellphone
[?]
n***as say he got the sticky icky purp velcro
Say he got a truck load, tell me what I don't know
n***as that I run with are all [?]
Clip got a gun in every pocket of my cargo
Half a million dollar worth of bails in my condo
Frisco, oreo, [?]
I'm in molly world, light a herb with my girl
Snuck up in the club with a pint in her elbow
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
Shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi
Tennis shoes my choices ain't sh** changed but my bottom
I ain't sh** lame without my partners
Your b**h came to my house to get f**ed by my roster
My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah
These n***as don't want no problems, yeah
I can see it in their eyes, the feelings [?] through my mind
And I can't hide the feeling inside
I don't know how I feel like this but sh** just got real like this