Opposite Gucci Mane

[Verse 1]
Way sick, no antidote
Earring same size as cantaloupes
They glow with my homeboy and low
Goddamn, little shorty got a camel toe
Hands on like a iPhone or a laptop or a iPad
So I make money like a ballplayer
So my pockets look like thigh pads
I'm the man, got the car with the trunk in the rear
Five mil a year, that's Gucci
Smoke a blunt, pop a pill
Snort a line, who cares
Get the popcorn out, it's a movie
Sir Mix-a-Lot, serve bricks a lot
Got a big old watch on my time clock
Push the button and my top drop
And I ain't even have to go to no chop shop

[Chorus]
You niggas think the same, I think the opposite
Put my trunk in the front, that's the opposite
All red guts, but the paint is chocolate
Steering wheel on the side, that's the opposite
Gucci Mane, Southside, thinking opposite
Love stacking cabbage, but I'm smoking broccoli
You gonna pay her, eat the box, I'm the opposite
I'mma break her, cut her off, that's the opposite