They Can't Stop Us

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo] These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching You keep buying pussy man but we keep buying choppers If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us [Verse 1: Ralo] Ain’t no reason for stoppin’ Catch me squeezin’ and poppin’ Gucci speedin’ in that Rari My Lamborghini beside it I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare What you make in a year, we throw that shit in the air My interviews got more views than your video Movin’ them birds got a nigga walking pigeon toed I can’t believe I got away with all that shit I sold You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my shit off dope I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after ‘em Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle If you fuck with me it gon’ be your life on the ground that matter [Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo] These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us [Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Ralo] Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery An armored truck heist, all this motherfuckin’ jewelry And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood These niggas lyin’ But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring And I’m hiring My shooters firing, you hearing sirens Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up And if these niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas’ll pop up [Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo] These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us [Verse 3: Ralo & Gucci Mane] I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya Don’t you give me shit ‘cause I’m gon’ take it from ‘em I hated from ‘em Pull up on ‘em, now we take your bomb, he lookin’ dumb We got more cabbage than a farm Got more game than a don Ain’t gotta give a bitch a crumb And she still gon’ give me some nigga I get that cash on the regular All of these bitches be negative None of these niggas competitive Tell the robbers that there’s better deals I won’t fall man, I never trip I’ma ball and buy another whip Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed Instagrams, extra clips [Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo] These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us [Outro: Gucci Mane] Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery