Hit Somethin Gucci Mane & Young Scooter

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
All I hang around is murderers
I'm still running with the robbers
The dope boys my partners
So you don't want these problems
Squash it, cause I'll have 'em sleepin in your closet
Take a hostage, hit you til' your head leak like a faucet
The niggas that I rock with,, don't give a fuck about'cha
The hot shit, they got bricks, but act like they ain't got shit
With the logic, no need to cock it, cause I done cocked it
Got them chopsticks, ain't with the boxin', I have em boxed in
That's fantastic, the plane just landed, I'ma do gymnastics
I'm nasty, I shoot you in your face then close your casket

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I got a firearm, cut the stove on
I'm in the kitchen, tryna make it through the high jump
I'm counting money in my motherfucking long johns
And I wish a nigga would steal my bomb
Get the shotgun
Get the chopper, son
How you a skreet nigga? You ain't got no gun
You talking shit, son
Better get one
We shooting in the air, we tryna hit something