[BIG30 & Gucci Mane]
Twysted Genius, baby
Get back, get back
Yeah (Wop)
Ha, yeah

Ha

[BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy
I´m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain´t nothin´ to me, whackin´ shit on the daily
Lil´ bitch say she ain´t heard of me, told the lil´ bitch she gave me
Still trappin´ up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager

[Gucci Mane]
I see these niggas hatin´, I ain´t losin´ sleep about it, though
Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep
No one gon´ take care of me the way that I take care of me

Get booked in from security, your bodyguard ain´t scarin´ me
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did it, barely live
Askin´ me, "Take care of it," I squash it if I pay the bill
I don´t play detective games, they play, no, I don´t play with them
I don´t freepick niggas, when I beef, I show no favoritism
Lil´ boy still need training wheels, these army guns, not baby pistols
All these folks and babies in my house, I´m like a babysitter
Gucci Mane, it´s Shiesty, twins, we bait ´em and then play the nigga
But shit get frenzy, twin F&N´s, stand on ten, I raised the nigga

Shootin´ first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, nigga
Police keep on tasin´ niggas, one shot killed him, matched the nigga
Shiesty, that´s my Dirk Nowitzki, ain´t no way I´m tradin´, nigga
No shade, I´m too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the nigga
[BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy
I´m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain´t nothin´ to me, whackin´ shit on the daily
Lil´ bitch say she ain´t heard of me, told the lil´ bitch she gave me
Still trappin´ up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager

[BIG30]
Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches
Makin´ posts, sendin´ threats and shit, where I´m from, man, it´s snitchin´
Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to tickin´
Race to you with this choppa, stand over you ´til you finished
My niggas ig´nant, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this shit ridiculous
We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzies
We keep steppin´ and keep on spinnin´, we constantly be sendin´
Choppa Gang run the city

[BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy
I´m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain´t nothin´ to me, whackin´ shit on the daily
Lil´ bitch say she ain´t heard of me, told the lil´ bitch she gave me
Still trappin´ up off my flip, wish I could go trap off my pager