Going Ham

[Verse 1: Yung Joc] Niggas in my face, pistols by the waist These bitches fucking with me, I need [?] by the case I got expensive tastes, old Jocca pay the play A hundred on a watch and I can't tell the time of day Okay, got me leaning like promethazine and lemon lime soda Got me blowing sticky green with a lemon lime odor Hold a stealth, black paint, Panamera when I roll up I go hard in the paint, I'm just tryna make my quota Got a big booty bitch and she walk with a twist And she talk with a lisp, and it come from sucking (Shh, shh) I don't kiss and tell, I just tell 'em where to kiss Tell 'em call me Mr. Robinson 'cause I think I'm the shit [Chorus: Yung Joc] I got my shades checked, my cologne is smelling fresh Got them bands in my pocket and my squad is on deck Neck and wrist so rocky, so you know I'm cocky Bitch, I look good, and you niggas can't stop me Hold up, motherfucker, goddamn When I walk through the door This motherfucker going ham Hold up, motherfucker, goddamn When I walk through the door This motherfucker going ham [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] [?] party [?] [?] Usher, and he said [?] [?] same color [?] Just spin me like I'm Hova 'cause I'm Gucci Mane the soldier [?], baby, 'cause I'm really stoned She fucking all night long, wake up, start drinking Patron What she like? What she want? I supply, I got a store She [?] not at all [?] on different levels [?] another zone [?] smell like what I'm smoking on [?] off the table [?] my pinky ring [?] record label [Chorus: Yung Joc] I got my shades checked, my cologne is smelling fresh Got them bands in my pocket and my squad is on deck Neck and wrist so rocky, so you know I'm cocky Bitch, I look good, and you niggas can't stop me Hold up, motherfucker, goddamn When I walk through the door This motherfucker going ham Hold up, motherfucker, goddamn When I walk through the door This motherfucker going ham [Bridge: Yung Joc] Alright, alright, the [?] Louis [?], I pop that, where my damn Cîroc at? The club gon' go loonie when the fucking DJ drop that [?] Joc and Gucci rock that [Chorus: Yung Joc] I got my shades checked, my cologne is smelling fresh Got them bands in my pocket and my squad is on deck Neck and wrist so rocky, so you know I'm cocky Bitch, I look good, and you niggas can't stop me Hold up, motherfucker, goddamn When I walk through the door This motherfucker going ham Hold up, motherfucker, goddamn When I walk through the door This motherfucker going ham