[Part I]
[Verse: 2 Chainz]
Vicious lifestyle, gotta get my point across
Scary ass trap house, looks just like a haunted house
(Boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, mm, brr)
Shoot that bitch and have 'em runnin' out
I got a plug, we ain't runnin' out
Runnin' O's, checkin' they bank account
Pretty bitch with the designer cloth
She boostin' shit and make it somersault
Look what I pulled up out the cookie jar
And got some game from Maurice and Bookie Ball
Real Atlanta legend, you got me fucked up
I'm a real dope boy, you got me fucked up
Now they lookin' at me like, "I think I'm stuck up"
And where was you when a nigga had me stuck up? (Where was you?)
Now I got my middle finger up, stuck up
I'm like a star in the sky, nigga, stuck up
You runnin' off of fumes, but I think I'm charged up
They seen me pull up, niggas know I'm bar'd up (Bar'd up)
An angel investor for a start up
I'm what you get when you drop coke in the water (Yeah)
They gon' try take me across the border, I'm so dope
Ask me did I wanna sell my soul, I said, "Nope" (No)
I ain't even sold the Porsche I had eleven years ago (I ain't sold)
I been hoardin' foreign rims, women, chains and clothes (Yeah)
When I leave the day party, yeah, I'm changin' clothes (Change)
Ain't got no time to chase you, I'm just chasin' O's
I'm tryna buy a better spot, I bought a case to go
I told her, "I'm nothin' like you thought, that was a case ago"
Or matter of fact, it was the case before
A trap nigga turned pop, I crossed over and left they ankles sore
I pop my shit, I pop an Addy, I been poppin', bro
Been popular, pushin' product at the Stop N Go
A real legend in the streets, you got me fucked up
I'm a real dope boy, you got me fucked up
I can't let you play me off the streets
I'ma go home with my girl tonight, wake up, say a prayer and eat
[Verse: 2 Chainz]
Vicious lifestyle, gotta get my point across
Scary ass trap house, looks just like a haunted house
(Boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, mm, brr)
Shoot that bitch and have 'em runnin' out
I got a plug, we ain't runnin' out
Runnin' O's, checkin' they bank account
Pretty bitch with the designer cloth
She boostin' shit and make it somersault
Look what I pulled up out the cookie jar
And got some game from Maurice and Bookie Ball
Real Atlanta legend, you got me fucked up
I'm a real dope boy, you got me fucked up
Now they lookin' at me like, "I think I'm stuck up"
And where was you when a nigga had me stuck up? (Where was you?)
Now I got my middle finger up, stuck up
I'm like a star in the sky, nigga, stuck up
You runnin' off of fumes, but I think I'm charged up
They seen me pull up, niggas know I'm bar'd up (Bar'd up)
An angel investor for a start up
I'm what you get when you drop coke in the water (Yeah)
They gon' try take me across the border, I'm so dope
Ask me did I wanna sell my soul, I said, "Nope" (No)
I ain't even sold the Porsche I had eleven years ago (I ain't sold)
I been hoardin' foreign rims, women, chains and clothes (Yeah)
When I leave the day party, yeah, I'm changin' clothes (Change)
Ain't got no time to chase you, I'm just chasin' O's
I'm tryna buy a better spot, I bought a case to go
I told her, "I'm nothin' like you thought, that was a case ago"
Or matter of fact, it was the case before
A trap nigga turned pop, I crossed over and left they ankles sore
I pop my shit, I pop an Addy, I been poppin', bro
Been popular, pushin' product at the Stop N Go
A real legend in the streets, you got me fucked up
I'm a real dope boy, you got me fucked up
I can't let you play me off the streets
I'ma go home with my girl tonight, wake up, say a prayer and eat
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