[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It's iced out shawty
Your b**h wanna f** with me, I don't doubt it
Gucci Mane show man, the club so crowded
Got a mean watch on me, cost a cool 140
I'm the center of attention, watch these hoes stand round me
I took a picture with your b**h, I don't know why you allowed it
We check the strong pack in, yeah my kush is the loudest
And my name ring bells, different countries and counties
They had a bounty on my chain, how the f** they found it
I blow so much purp that I can't stay grounded
6's on my skraight 8 Jeep, yea it's mounted
A n***a say he jack me, how the f** that sounded?
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
200 cash, that's on the floor
I got 100 bands going out the door
b**h kiss my a**, f** them foes
I'm hustling hard baby, gotta get the doe
200 cash, layin' on the floor
I got 100 bands going out the door
Kiss my a**, b**h f** them foes
I'm hustling hard b**h, I gotta get the doe
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I'm hustling hard, b**h I gotta get the doe
I'm Coca Cola sellin' soda, whippin' it in the bowl
I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm flippin', I'm sh**tin' like on the commode
I'm sackin', I'm freezin', I'm flippin' that Cola, you n***as be sellin' your soul
This here sh** is gettin' crazy, n***as are gettin' bold
These n***as will tell on they mama. It hit the fan, they act like hoes
I'm goin' my loop with steel-toed boots, so n***as can't step on my toes
I'm co*kin' my pistol and smoking these swishers, I'm bout to lose control
I'm workin that show like I'm flippin that dope, my pockets are super swole
Ride through the trap and I got that scrap, don't know who's friend or foe
These n***as'll blow your head, I'll just pour a ounce of blow
And since you ran off with a brick then watch this stick blow off your nose
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[Verse 3: Rocko]
Soon as I enter, p**y n***as exit
Ball like the arena, go home with all that flexin'
Real street n***as in your area, we ain't goin' for it, we dare ya
F'in Glock carrier, we gon' bury ya
All the b**hes hysterical, they know how I kick it
Sat watchin' a** n***a, you ain't come to spend it, why the f** you here
Poor hustlin' a** n***a, 100 bands in my ear
On the left and right pocket, 50 bands in my rear
Born champion, gladiator, conquered all my fields
Been alive for 30 years, I been getting money for 20 year
I'm with Gucci, that my brother from another mother
Brothers of the same struggle, still in the trap house, we so gutter
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