[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Now hot damb, heavy creeses on my pants
You can tell how I stand with my Gucci duffle bag
You don't want to see me mad, I'll have to pull the strap out my Gucci duffle bag
I'm bout my swag, see rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag
And I don't want to brag, I could fit a hundred carots in my Gucci duffle bag
[Verse 1: Dolla Boy]
Feds hot, they on my ass, gotta shake 'm off
They wanna half me on the go, they get shaken off
Hoe, they been off, I'm bout to do a major cost, shoppin on the lot
Know I'm scrapen paper off windows, etc, pillos and extras
Gs will respect us, or we'll make it treacherous
That's what we do, ever play Tetris
Or better yet Grand Theft, shootin up your Lexis
Once was the half not, till we start progressin
Fuck goin half now, we want this whole section
South side, we wrecklis
Columbine F ones, specials, with the dollar sign sketches
Niggas bout to hate us, my lawyer never call back
My case never came up, so it's time to blaze up
Streets, they don't want that, guess you wanna blame us
When you see us, you need Jesus to save us
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Now hot damb, heavy creeses on my pants
You can tell how I stand with my Gucci duffle bag
You don't want to see me mad, I'll have to pull the strap out my Gucci duffle bag
I'm bout my swag, see rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag
And I don't want to brag, I could fit a hundred carots in my Gucci duffle bag
Now hot damb, heavy creeses on my pants
You can tell how I stand with my Gucci duffle bag
You don't want to see me mad, I'll have to pull the strap out my Gucci duffle bag
I'm bout my swag, see rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag
And I don't want to brag, I could fit a hundred carots in my Gucci duffle bag
[Verse 1: Dolla Boy]
Feds hot, they on my ass, gotta shake 'm off
They wanna half me on the go, they get shaken off
Hoe, they been off, I'm bout to do a major cost, shoppin on the lot
Know I'm scrapen paper off windows, etc, pillos and extras
Gs will respect us, or we'll make it treacherous
That's what we do, ever play Tetris
Or better yet Grand Theft, shootin up your Lexis
Once was the half not, till we start progressin
Fuck goin half now, we want this whole section
South side, we wrecklis
Columbine F ones, specials, with the dollar sign sketches
Niggas bout to hate us, my lawyer never call back
My case never came up, so it's time to blaze up
Streets, they don't want that, guess you wanna blame us
When you see us, you need Jesus to save us
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Now hot damb, heavy creeses on my pants
You can tell how I stand with my Gucci duffle bag
You don't want to see me mad, I'll have to pull the strap out my Gucci duffle bag
I'm bout my swag, see rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag
And I don't want to brag, I could fit a hundred carots in my Gucci duffle bag
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