[Hook: Gucci Mane]
F-f-fifty thousand on fifty triggers
Damn your hoe need supervision
Ru-run new Maybach, no petitions
So I tell my sea of bitches
Walk, Gucci (Huh, huh)
Walk (walk)
Walk, Gucci (Huh, huh)
Walk (It's Guwop)
[Verse 1: Shady Got Da Juice]
Shady Got Da Juice
I be shinin', I make niggas sick
When I spin the block, I leave a mess, bitch I'm with the shit
I call that Ruger reptile, burn your body, when that bitch spit
I'm in yo shitty bippin' for them bands, tryna make 'em flip
Doin' suckers man, he will not see 'em, make a sucker strip
I be posted by that stop sign, with a cookie zip
Slide through, I'm beating down your whip, with the 30 stick
My brody call my phone, and I'm there, like he had a wish
We havin' it, we spend it when we want, 'cause we stacking it
I'm a sav' with it, I'm jumping through your window if that bag in it
If I ain't outside, then I'm in the kitchen baggin' it
I'm addicted to this paper, I swear to god, I'm so bad with it
I'm fighting with these demons like I don't know right from wrong
My block hours up, I'm outside, ain't going home
I'm rocking with that plastic, that stainless hurt with that chrome
And I keep that bitch on me, ain't gotta call a nigga phone
F-f-fifty thousand on fifty triggers
Damn your hoe need supervision
Ru-run new Maybach, no petitions
So I tell my sea of bitches
Walk, Gucci (Huh, huh)
Walk (walk)
Walk, Gucci (Huh, huh)
Walk (It's Guwop)
[Verse 1: Shady Got Da Juice]
Shady Got Da Juice
I be shinin', I make niggas sick
When I spin the block, I leave a mess, bitch I'm with the shit
I call that Ruger reptile, burn your body, when that bitch spit
I'm in yo shitty bippin' for them bands, tryna make 'em flip
Doin' suckers man, he will not see 'em, make a sucker strip
I be posted by that stop sign, with a cookie zip
Slide through, I'm beating down your whip, with the 30 stick
My brody call my phone, and I'm there, like he had a wish
We havin' it, we spend it when we want, 'cause we stacking it
I'm a sav' with it, I'm jumping through your window if that bag in it
If I ain't outside, then I'm in the kitchen baggin' it
I'm addicted to this paper, I swear to god, I'm so bad with it
I'm fighting with these demons like I don't know right from wrong
My block hours up, I'm outside, ain't going home
I'm rocking with that plastic, that stainless hurt with that chrome
And I keep that bitch on me, ain't gotta call a nigga phone
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