Aw-Man

[Hook: .45] Yo trap don't boom like mine Yo paper ain’t longer than mine, than mine Aw man {​*8X*}​ Yo bitch ain't finna than mine, than mine Yo rims ain't talla than mine, than mine Aw man {​*8X*}​ [Verse 1: Yatta Man] You never seen a thug like this aw man I’m choppin down them bricks tryin to wipe Jackie Chan My money come fast, my work come in grams My soldiers keep straps like they work for Uncle Sam My chain like ugh, my wrist like damn! I show up at the jewler with a hundred thousand cash Drop top Porsche, inside DAMN Outside red lookin like a Coke can I keep a pretty brown round and young yellow I gotta butta pecan Rican and a French vanilla My trap boom hard, my bitch real fine Poppi on the way, we call it crunch time [Hook] [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I'mma lean with it, serve a fiend with it On the block since the age of thirteen with it In the kitchen water whippin, a thousand eight grams I'm standin over the stove and I'm doin it with one hand Aw man, fruit man, Toucan sam, two hundred and seven gram Got yam, a long Lamb', I'm sellin that grown man Aw man, I'm on that Kush tonight And I ain't stoppin chopper hit’chu and your body start rockin My chain got pneumonia, watch got the bird flu Came to the club smellin like a pound of purple Big Cat ruckus, nigga it’s a movement This ain't hip-hop, this is drug dealer music [Hook] [Verse: Yatta Man] No mean to disrespect dog that’s a code red These cats say "get em' Yat, off with his head" Middle fingers to them haters, middle fingers to the feds I been thuggin all my life, they say I'm better off dead Got to give it to you snitches, got a gangsta on his job My homie turned fed now i'm feeling like I’m plies You know that I'm a rider, Hid it all in the deep I'm doing the benz coop, I'm doing the chevrolet Got diamonds all in my chain, got gangstas on all my team What I gotta count for? I got the money machine I'm so iced out, I'm so B.E.T., middle finger to the law, It's C.B.C Ya Heard Me? [Hook]