Hall Of Fame Young T & Bugsey

(Quincy Tellem)

[Chorus: Bugsey]
Gucci on, we Gucci Mane
Can't go halves wid him
We didn't starve wid him, ee-yay
Keep my hunchos in the safe
See her jaw twitching
Uh, she slopping me, ee-yay
Pop it for me, ain't no shame
Just don't fall for me
Yeah, don't fall for me, ee-yay
Crodie Crippin' all the way
Yeah, no law wid him
Uh, Crenshaw widdit, ee-yay
Ayy, Quincy, run that back (Load it up!)

[Verse 1: Bugsey]
Listen, I just made some hunchos, made it acrobat
Brand New Gucci, black on black (Uh-huh)
I be running laps, you ain't gang, we add on tax (Uh-huh)
She ain't here for chat
Fuck me now, she arch her back (She arch It)
L just stand on facts (Straight facts)
Ayy, Dior Dior runners, bro, I stand on cash
Who's your boy? I have to ask (Ahh)
Watch that car keep driving past
I met your chick, I had a blast
Said she into art, I paint her face like Art Attack!