(Gucci Mane Hook) If you smokin Reggie Bush, then you cannot smoke with me If you wear Fila products, then you cant walk in with me If you aint stuffin up a blunt, then yall n***as cant smoke with me If you wear fake gold, then you cant walk in with me Cant walk in with me, yall boys cant walk in with me Cant walk in with me, girl you cant walk in with me Cant walk in with me, boy you cant walk in with me Nah, walk off enemy, girl you cant walk in with Guwop (Gucci Mane Verse) Stop, stop, stop right there b**h you know you cannot go Now, now, do your hair Do your hair you dirty hoe Nah, nah, walk with me n***a Swappin n***a cant walk with me Nah, nah, Im big Guwop Talk that n***a Im off that n***a Shop with a n***a, come shop with a n***a Bout to go to the mall and shop for her Louie bag I bag the road, gotta pull in a guil bars for her My girlfriend so crazy bad, gotta renta cop fo her I dont roll with police man, Im gonn buy a glock for her Im getting super head, some crazy head Whats crazy, Im on top of her Got 6s on my droppin phantom, out the window opera I got cake like oprah, cookin dope like oakara Dont call your girl for 30 minutes, i left nut all over her (Gucci Mane Hook) (Quavo Verse) Young Quavo i got on them pradas, but I am 1017 You smokin on your uncle pack hell nah you cannot smoke with me You walk around with levis on but I got on them robin jeans My n***as walk around with bones but nah this aint no busy bees You n***as aint makin no noise Walk straight in the club my boys Got n***as that will hit you like floyd Got 100 rounds in a choppa toy I got a rollie on not mike kors Theres 100 bricks, check the scoreboard Throwing bricks like I hit the back-board You got the swag bag get the rap for Nah you cant walk in with me With those levis on and them ashy jeans Dont even pa** no blunt to me Im a big dog n***a you a runt to me Me and Gucci smokin gas, at a round table counting cash Chop it up by the whole bag Selling white girl with no a** (Gucci Mane Hook) (Takeoff Verse) No you cant walk thru with me, hell nah you not bricksquad 1017 thigh pads on my robin jeans Versace, medusa my ring Im clean, just like Mr. Clean, you a peon n***a, your a shrimp pistol bag and Im walking with a limp drop the top in my lamb i got a tint Errybody wanna be a trap god, But aint plugged in with the trap god Trap god, he blessed me, so erryday i wake i gotta thank god Diamonds all in my dog tags, thats a hundrred bands in that louie bag, and a hundred birds in that jag got the goons outside, black masks lil boy got robbed for the cash Pa** a blunt like my name steve nash.. when i shop and im checkin for the tag put a bird on your head thats a price tag yall young n***as never did that (never ever) never ever ever copped the jag 1017 bricksquad flags i sell up the dro he bring me the bags [Gucci Mane Hook]