NWA Gucci Mane (Ft. Lil Duke, Migos, MPA Wicced & Peewee Longway)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Baby keep me on my P's, let's break down a hundred P's
Gucci gas go thirty-three, but gotta get thirty P
I don't even need a reason to hit you with the heat
These shoes don't come out this season, but still they on my feet

[Verse 2: Peewee Longway]
Old folk keep calling us heathens
Too many drugs on the street
I'm servin' right there by Four Seasons
Niggas from the pen won't weep

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Peewee got the bricks and the bales
Listen up to the story I tell
The bricks, they came from the mail
My plug, his name is Miguel

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
I'm in the kitchen, counting up Benjis
Your bitch washing dishes and wrappin' up fishes
Used to run from the cops on the block
Hit for a hot box, took it to the chop shop
If I fuck with you, I'm making you straight drop
If I don't know you, I'ma give you rerock
Got a bando in Boston
The way I pitch them eight-balls, shoulda played for the Red Sox