[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
It's a police investigation said they see me servin' some
Informer a leaking information
Why the fuck you snitching
I'm in Miami with the Haitians
I don't know what the hate is for
That's when these nigga went to hate on me
All these niggas hatin' on me
Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off
Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off
Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off
Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Every forty-five minutes I get a thousand grands out
Even forty-five days and you get your gram out
My jamaican plug snitch with the truck I ran out
Take some from your young scooter I cut your hand off
I know your daddy got the dope but you can't get the bam out
A thousand bricks in your house why you gotta long for
Why you buy a thousand pounds if that shit ain't strong bro
You know kush can grow no flavours get the fuck around him
Them block is high and we off in bum daily
One wrong move and the niggas going crazy
I didn't have a dad so these streets raised me
I got up and drew up in blue print no Jay-Z
I can get a work on, even if it's hard or something
Call Steve-o, my nigga here whip up a house
And that buyin money I don't get, we don't see the colour
We don't do the million man, where the fuck is your boss
It's a police investigation said they see me servin' some
Informer a leaking information
Why the fuck you snitching
I'm in Miami with the Haitians
I don't know what the hate is for
That's when these nigga went to hate on me
All these niggas hatin' on me
Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off
Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off
Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off
Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Every forty-five minutes I get a thousand grands out
Even forty-five days and you get your gram out
My jamaican plug snitch with the truck I ran out
Take some from your young scooter I cut your hand off
I know your daddy got the dope but you can't get the bam out
A thousand bricks in your house why you gotta long for
Why you buy a thousand pounds if that shit ain't strong bro
You know kush can grow no flavours get the fuck around him
Them block is high and we off in bum daily
One wrong move and the niggas going crazy
I didn't have a dad so these streets raised me
I got up and drew up in blue print no Jay-Z
I can get a work on, even if it's hard or something
Call Steve-o, my nigga here whip up a house
And that buyin money I don't get, we don't see the colour
We don't do the million man, where the fuck is your boss
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