[Chorus: Pgeezy]
Roll with me, put your hands up, be a thug
Die with me, put yo guns up, be a thug
Roll with me, put your hands up, be a thug
Die with me, put yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll with me, put yo hands up, be a thug
Die with me, put yo guns up, be a thug
Roll with me, put yo hands up, be a thug
Die with me, put yo guns up, nigga what?
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
A money earner, quick learner
I'm tryna knock numbers like Ted Turner
No super station, but I'm Gucci Mane, they super hatin'
Str8 Drop we infiltrating, copy-catters duplicating
Copywrite it, because I know dick-biters gon' bite it
How I write it, they couldn't recite it, cause they never seen it
Doing all that screaming on the mic don't mean they really mean it
Tell you the truth, I leave the booth, and shit I'm selling Yay
Bunking so hard that I got to re-up three times a day
Thirty days, I just got out, and I serve thirty j's
Before I blaze, gotta fade or a blunt to blaze
Running a maze, where the cheese, I'm gone find a way
It's like I'm searching for a needle, in a stack of hay
The streets relate to these actual facts I'm kicking
I'm coming hard, like that crack we cook in the kitchen
And every nigga that I roll with, a thug nigga
And every nigga in my clique, sellin' drugs nigga
[Chorus: Pgeezy]
Roll with me, put your hands up, be a thug
Die with me, put yo guns up, be a thug
Roll with me, put your hands up, be a thug
Die with me, put yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll with me, put yo hands up, be a thug
Die with me, put yo guns up, be a thug
Roll with me, put yo hands up, be a thug
Die with me, put yo guns up, nigga what?
[Verse 2: Pgeezy]
I seen them folk bruh
I seen the baddest of niggas act like some hoes bruh
This shit for show bruh
Hold it, hold it, but not [?], I say motherfuck em bruh
I'm a M-11, they talking bout some code, bruh
Never nothing too much for me, I gotta hold up
They ain't like it, I ain't like it, but still I showed up
I been broke, and I done broke them up
I'm highly money, niggas talking bout what hoe they done fucked
And I'm a slick nigga, ask yall nothing
Nigga, tell you the truth, you'll be actin like he making it up
You niggas scared, bruh
Think Imma reach inside my coat
Buck [?] and make em lay it on the table
[Chorus: Pgeezy]
Roll with me, put your hands up, be a thug
Die with me, put yo guns up, be a thug
Roll with me, put your hands up, be a thug
Die with me, put yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll with me, put yo hands up, be a thug
Die with me, put yo guns up, be a thug
Roll with me, put yo hands up, be a thug
Die with me, put yo guns up, nigga what?
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Nigga bout to go fresh as hell, nigga pain I'm bringing
Dope slanging, keep that hard shit stuffed in my anus
There go 12, so bail post up at Texaco
Mr. Kim, steady saying, get away from my store
Fuck that Chinese motherfucker, I got too much blow
I gotta get off every sack, that's what I purchased it for
I need a bag full of money, counting fifties and hundreds
I'm in this hallway, bunking tryna get to this money
You think I'm funny, I ain't laughing, bout my cheddar, I'm blastin'
Making dope transactions, in the middle of traffic
I got a cracker spending 50, every goddamn hour
Making glass out of powder, I might sell you some flour
[Hook: Peter Man]
Roll with me, put your hands up, be a thug
Die with me, put yo guns up, be a thug
Roll with me, put your hands up, be a thug
Die with me, put yo guns up, nigga what?
Roll with me, put yo hands up, be a thug
Die with me, put yo guns up, be a thug
Roll with me, put yo hands up, be a thug
Die with me, put yo guns up, nigga what?