[Intro: French Montana & Gucci Mane]
(It's the Boy$cout)
Cocaine Mafia!
French Montana, Gucci, Ahh
Flocka, Bounce, Squad (It's Gucci), Bounce (Yeah)
Bounce, Bounce (Yeah)
Bounce, Bounce (Yeah)
Bounce, Bounce
[Chorus: French Montana]
Choppa choppa down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
I lay a nigga down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
Choppa choppa break it down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
I lay a nigga down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
Choppa choppa down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
I lay a nigga down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
Choppa choppa break it down, down, down, down (French Montana, Gucci)
I lay a nigga down, down, down, down (Flocka, Squad)
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Worldstar alert, in the hood Gucci Mane is icy
In the hood so fuckin' fresh that the bitches wanna bite me
Got a black choppa and a black tee, Bun B, honor, Pimp C
Free Boosie, free my nigga, burr, free Willy, ya feel me?
I ain't with all that rap beef 'cause this world's a rat race
And I'm out here tryna stack cheese, right here in these haters' face
They all tried to murder me but that's how the world be
Please Lord, forgive me, my instincts are so street
[?], that's throwback, ask Greg Street, he know that
Been out here ridin' around solo, since '93, can you hold that?
I signed myself, you can find me with that muscle behind me
I'm grindin', my AR-15 same color as my timepiece, it's Gucci
(It's the Boy$cout)
Cocaine Mafia!
French Montana, Gucci, Ahh
Flocka, Bounce, Squad (It's Gucci), Bounce (Yeah)
Bounce, Bounce (Yeah)
Bounce, Bounce (Yeah)
Bounce, Bounce
[Chorus: French Montana]
Choppa choppa down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
I lay a nigga down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
Choppa choppa break it down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
I lay a nigga down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
Choppa choppa down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
I lay a nigga down, down, down, down (Burr, burr)
Choppa choppa break it down, down, down, down (French Montana, Gucci)
I lay a nigga down, down, down, down (Flocka, Squad)
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Worldstar alert, in the hood Gucci Mane is icy
In the hood so fuckin' fresh that the bitches wanna bite me
Got a black choppa and a black tee, Bun B, honor, Pimp C
Free Boosie, free my nigga, burr, free Willy, ya feel me?
I ain't with all that rap beef 'cause this world's a rat race
And I'm out here tryna stack cheese, right here in these haters' face
They all tried to murder me but that's how the world be
Please Lord, forgive me, my instincts are so street
[?], that's throwback, ask Greg Street, he know that
Been out here ridin' around solo, since '93, can you hold that?
I signed myself, you can find me with that muscle behind me
I'm grindin', my AR-15 same color as my timepiece, it's Gucci
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