Hitting Gucci Mane & TLE Cinco

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Huh, 1017 Mafia
TLE Cinco, it's Gucci
Go

[Chorus: TLE Cinco]
Ayy, 200K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, in broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say he tried Big Cinc', no, the fuck he didn't (No kizzy)
I do this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fitness
No, can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy

[Verse 1: TLE Cinco]
Salute any nigga, he fuck my bitch
I was locked up, they like, "Cinc', where the fuck you been?"
I'm sippin' real codeine, no cup of gin
Ayy, if I fuck one time, I can fuck again (Ayy)
I'm on that bullshit right now
Ayy, they like, "Big Cinc' just popped out"
Ayy, I got a switch on the glick, turn his shirt to a nightgown
Ayy, all the sudden, nigga dissin', thеy come up missin'
Ayy, I get this shit just as long as they print it
Ayy, caught mе an opp, he sprinted
Hey, I'm mixin' drank with the drank and I feel like a chemist
Fine lil' bitch want a drink, can't pour it
But I can't cuff no ho, I'm sorry
Hey, I'm on the stage with a ratchet, Maury
That fire, these niggas know I'm the hardest, ayy
Get paid for this shit, I'm a real-deal artist
And I ain't fuck with the school, I was tardy
Hey, I'm in the front, in the front with a real-deal Barbie
This codeine real-deal purple like Barney, ayy
Five hundred shots in this motherfuckin' truck, nigga, duck
I get the drop and I'm shootin' it up
Soon as I get the number, I'm suitin' the fuck
Big Boss Cinc', I'm cool as fuck
Trapped out, I can't serve no grams, ayy (Pushin' P's)
If I can't catch him, I'm whackin' his man
Shit get slappin', blow like fan
These niggas cappin', I know they a fan
I told him take off his face, let him know you ain't playin'
Chopstick beat, I make him dance
Hey, I'm really like that, bitch, quit playin'
I'm sayin', get to that check and I do it again