Going Ham Yung Joc (Ft. Gucci Mane)

[Verse 1: Yung Joc]
Niggas in my face, pistols by the waist
These bitches fucking with me, I need [?] by the case
I got expensive tastes, old Jocca pay the play
A hundred on a watch and I can't tell the time of day
Okay, got me leaning like promethazine and lemon lime soda
Got me blowing sticky green with a lemon lime odor
Hold a stealth, black paint, Panamera when I roll up
I go hard in the paint, I'm just tryna make my quota
Got a big booty bitch and she walk with a twist
And she talk with a lisp, and it come from sucking (Shh, shh)
I don't kiss and tell, I just tell 'em where to kiss
Tell 'em call me Mr. Robinson 'cause I think I'm the shit

[Chorus: Yung Joc]
I got my shades checked, my cologne is smelling fresh
Got them bands in my pocket and my squad is on deck
Neck and wrist so rocky, so you know I'm cocky
Bitch, I look good, and you niggas can't stop me
Hold up, motherfucker, goddamn
When I walk through the door
This motherfucker going ham
Hold up, motherfucker, goddamn
When I walk through the door
This motherfucker going ham