[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Man I'm riding round 1 deep, yup, yup , yup, yup
With that choppa on the back seat
Ball, ball, ball, ball
And I ain't worry bout you fuck niggas, squad, hahaha squad!
Man I ain't worry bout you fuck niggas, you know!
Bow, bow, bow, bow
I said I'm riding round 1 deep, you know
With that choppa on the back seat, you know! yeah!
So I ain't worry bout you fuck niggas, nah yeah!
So I ain't worry bout you fuck niggas, Nah Bow, bow
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I got a AR-15 on the back of the seat
Knock your head out clean to the back of the Jeep
And since I'm Gucci baby giving me the 3rd degree
Bitch I ain't nothing these rappers serve more Junies than me
So much today's hottest stars ain't got more money than me
They told me Gucci step up your bars
I told 'em step up this CHEESE!
I'm bout to really go sheae just like drew breeze my nigg
And everytime I do a feature, 50 pounds of meat
Me and flocka twin choppas, we pop bottles and lick
I see your contract my nigga, that ain't no money to live
Got me fucked up, down to sleep and under the bridge
I'm eating good, fuck food, 60 bricks in the fridge, it's Gucci!!!
Man I'm riding round 1 deep, yup, yup , yup, yup
With that choppa on the back seat
Ball, ball, ball, ball
And I ain't worry bout you fuck niggas, squad, hahaha squad!
Man I ain't worry bout you fuck niggas, you know!
Bow, bow, bow, bow
I said I'm riding round 1 deep, you know
With that choppa on the back seat, you know! yeah!
So I ain't worry bout you fuck niggas, nah yeah!
So I ain't worry bout you fuck niggas, Nah Bow, bow
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I got a AR-15 on the back of the seat
Knock your head out clean to the back of the Jeep
And since I'm Gucci baby giving me the 3rd degree
Bitch I ain't nothing these rappers serve more Junies than me
So much today's hottest stars ain't got more money than me
They told me Gucci step up your bars
I told 'em step up this CHEESE!
I'm bout to really go sheae just like drew breeze my nigg
And everytime I do a feature, 50 pounds of meat
Me and flocka twin choppas, we pop bottles and lick
I see your contract my nigga, that ain't no money to live
Got me fucked up, down to sleep and under the bridge
I'm eating good, fuck food, 60 bricks in the fridge, it's Gucci!!!
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