[Gucci Mane] Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (1017) (So Icey Boys) (That boy Fizzle)
[BiC Fizzle] 870, trench baby, you know the struggle raised me Being broke ain´t turned me down, that shit just got me motivated I breathe loud, got on my shit and put my foot on all my haters Money stackin´ up in layers, look like I play for the Lakers We gon´ fuck from 9 to 5 like this your job or I´ma trade ya I won´t waste none of your time or mine, I´d rather chase some paper Trappin´ too hard in the hood, I´m gettin´ complaints from all the neighbors Like, "That young nigga too hot out here, he got so many flavors" I worked hard for what I got, so I won´t let no nigga take it
Water mix with my Phantom pot, it got me movin´ like the matrix Know this shit 1K 4L, see, we got millions on the table .223 find our traces, cross that line and Fizzle face it
[Cootie] (Shh, who´s that?) It´s the Cooter Grab the fork and twerk it, twist it, twirl it like some noodles I´m a big dog, fuck I look like runnin´ with some poodles? You might think this was a poolhall, just look at all these shooters It´s a celebration, bitch, another trapper mania My ho jealous, bruh, I think my plug even hatin´
I´m tired of niggas fuckin´ up, then cryin´ ´cause they can´t pay me They don´t know who did it, but the nigga family still hate me You can´t tell us nothin´, bitch, you see we made it out them trenches In the game ballin´ hard, bitch, we finally off them benches The caption read, "We winnin´," with the trophy on the ending My girl jealous, said the Glock get more attention than extended
[Gucci Mane] I can show you how to flip a fifty to a million I got the Midas touch, they say I´m somethin´ like a magician I dropped the top, I´m chillin´, now my car ain´t got no ceiling
Don´t put your hands on Guwop or your limbs won´t have no feeling CEO ´bout business, it been blushin´ ´bout this pendant And you can´t work the brown unless you gon´ stand on the business I can´t take you serious, it´s all fiction in your lyrics Your rap so fuckin´ cap, not even your partner wanna hear it Straight from Arkansas, just gave these young niggas a chance And how you call them country when my young niggas got bands? We ballin´ in Miami, yeah, I´m rockin´ with the clan And I can´t do no dancin´, all this money in my pants