Southside - 15th and the 1st lyrics

(Waka Flocka Flame) Uh Uh Aye Gucci, man We good right now, man Get Money Goons, man [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] There's a white girl in town, name is Cocaine There's some dirty birds in town: Gucci Mane & Waka Flame We fly in, I'm buyin, say you got more birds? You lyin' You trying and lying, you boys ain't supplyin' I pitch like Nolan Ryan, got c**aína frying My partners stick up kids, duct tape what they gon' tie in In the bushes they lying in all night, that's my word By the end of the morning, they left with them birds But I'm gone off that purp, and I'm slurring my words I swerved in my Benz, bang my Forgi's on the curb (Damn) The lean, the herb, pay me like the First You cross Brick Squad: Get hurt, I got work Gucci! [ Hook: Waka Flocka Flame ] My homeboys will get you, Pay you on the Thirty-Third Two pints of lean will have me slurring on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird (Nyoom!) Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp ('Scuze me!) All the hoods love us like the Fifteenth and the First Two pints of lean will have me slurring on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp All the hoods love us like the Fifteenth and the First [ Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame ] Five grand for a head shot (OOH!) Boy don't be no Flinstone and get your bedrocked, n***a Triple red drop, offense through the parking lot Where I'm from, young n***as shooting at the cops Where I'm from, they thuggin' (Yuh!) My hood right side, n***a, Green flaggin' Lay your a** down if you do too much braggin' Three case, Four Glocks, n***a, that's swaggin' Uh! Penalized, then goes the Packa-Man What'cha hell, you would think it was a cracker-man I don't know 'em then bah-bah-back'em man f** 'em then! Throwin stacks in the club, what that a** do? Every girl gettin past you Send an ambulance on that a** I want that rent due Robbin' every n***a that Hit Squad, Blood, or Piru (FLOCKA!) [Hook] [ Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame ] Half a million dollar j**elry like, "f** that bird!" n***as screaming they want beef, I'm like, "Roger that!" My album didn't sell, so I'm laying n***as down Shooting every n***a that burps, sneeze, or f**ing frown [ Verse 4: YG Hootie ] 40 carats on my bracelet, my Polo black n***as talking like they want beef, I'm wantin' that! 7 grams in the Swisher, I'm gon' solo that Riding around with my strap like, "Where dey at?" All these rap n***as hold us on my Philly hat You will never be a legend like the Gucci Man You will never be turnt up like my partner Flock You n***as hoes I run your block when them choppers chop Hooter [Hook]