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[Intro: Gucci Mane]

Ahh, yeah, yeah it's Guwop

Can't keep bein broke

Well I was standing on, across the [?]

Dawg, who gone, you know, hah

Zone 6 stand up, EA's finest nigga, hah

I ain't taking no bitch out, I'm taking niggas off

(catch up)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I got 25 pints in my boot bag

25 ounces of that OG gas

I got a mall full of young niggas, OG man

And I'm a paper route boy, and Young Dolph fan

I got the pretty white squares with the dragons

I made half a mil betting on the falcons

And I still giving dope to your daddy

Call me unc 'cuz you know I fuck your mammy

26 and straight eight, with the head back

Getting head from your momma with a jimmy

Red fours on a red and black bentley

Crip blue fortune looking just like panties

Overweight nigga but I'm riding on skinnies

Just hit a lick so I'm finna spend plenty

Pull up in the club I ain't throwing them a 20

I at least made 20 mil along i20

20 years old yeah 20 fucking licks

20 year old gucci 20 year old bitch

80 rows and I'm 30 years old

With the suicide doors and a ride or die bitch

Got a call from a nigga said "daddy wanna please me"

Tell me where you wanna come then so he can meet me

Pull up with a mac 11 right up from the front street

Ain't no nigga gon' jump me, a nigga gon' chump me

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]

Just got a call that my dawg got some static, (word)

Got the car keys and the choppers out the attic, (yeah)

It's the part of the game where shit's getting tragic

Nigga say he got problems we gotta let him have it

Bought a couple AK's and a couple carbines, (ey)

My dawg been robbing now we got a couple problems (fuck)

He wrong or he right bitch we shootin on sight

Burn your main man house down the next morning catch a flight, aight

Check him up out of here hope he told his family goodnight

(bye-bye)

Thanks to breaking down these bails I done lived the good life, (yeah)

We out in Vegas partying like ain't shit happened

Out here fucking with these bitches tryna see what hapnin

I hate bitch ass niggas with a passion

I had to leave ain't got no time for no question askin'

Feet kicked up smoking and relaxin'

Shoot a nigga ass out, John Paxson

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]

I'm the type a nigga that'll shoot you in public

Ran into a nigga that i robbed in Publix

I said I heard you looking for me and he tried to change the subject

Had that pistol in my brief, said he thought I wouldn't up it

Up the tone on him now he runnin through the Publix

Somebody called the police 'cuz they thought I was gonna bust him

I ain't give shit back that is not up for discussion

You shoulda known zone 6 boys ain't to be trusted

I pull up in a ticket and he pull up in a cutlass

If the nigga hit a roast than the pussy nigga lucky

I might pull up in a rolls royce he pull up in a bucket

Yeah I rob your homeboy but i ain't motherfucking ducking

If you see me in the club, better keep on trucking

'cuz these niggas on that fuck shit and I ain't with that fuckery

Got a pistol on me dawg, man, yea its the Crest in me

Matter fact, two pistols, can't let you get the best of me

It was 1998 when I first learned the recipe

I was buying dope, cook, man those fuckers was catching me

Hit 6 licks quick, man the lord he was blessing me

Got a carbine and a tec, got a whole lotta weaponry

Hundred thou off the dough, wearing gold off the ecstasy

Big cat pulled a move, man a nigga was finessin

But I broke off and got a million on my own, professionally

Made my first, second mill put that pistol on that Mexican