What The Hell Gucci Mane & Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Rocko)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Might as well sell a bale
What the hell? Oh...
I'm just a nigga with a fucking scale
Trying to stay outta jail, oh...

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I am just a shooter, shorty
I hang out with shooters, shorty
Put you in that torture rack
Call me Lex Luger, shorty
You can call me Jason
Or you call me Freddie Kruger, Shorty
Forty's just a feature, charge you fifty for the after-party
Gucci Mane's the shooter boss
No, not a producer, shorty
Eighty goons on your ass, like some barracudas, shorty
Young ass nigga with a mouth full of gold
Bitches know I'm rich as fuck
Dumbass nigga with a mouth full of hate
Grab my AK and chop 'em up
Still fuck at least ten bitches a day
Like I'm a pornagrapher
Gucci Mane and Flocka
Can't even see us if you had binoculars
Ice cream's backordered
New color chat water
Call your girlfriend "Trapitha"
Everybody grabbin' her
Everybody stabbin' her
Suckin' on us like Dracula