[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Go
Free my nigga Turk, he out now shoutout to the hot boys
Panoramic roof in my new Bentley, see the stars
Red STR8, Red Bentley and red jeeps I got them hot toys
You hot like Wop and PAC but tell the truth you know you’re not boy
Fuckin' around with lames that's how lil' scooter got shot, boy
These shooters weren't well trained enough, they missed a lotta shots, boy
I'm Mr. show-off showing it all 'cause Gucci got a lot, boy
She miss eight-ball she snort a lot a lotta bloody snot boy
100 pounds I took that shit 'cause I'm cream of the crop boy
Got so much money hiding in this shit and get that shit it's rottin, boy
My lil' boy been spoilin' man, you know that boy is rotten boy
I'm from down south say I'm country, bitch, but I'm not pickin' cotton, boy
Riding around in my Bentley, I'm like mothafuck a top, boy
Rollie pollie on my wrist my nigga 'cause I can't wear no Swatch, boy
I paid a hundred fifty thousand for the Rolex gold clock boy
Me and Thug keep showing golds, man, we feel like we the Hot Boys
They call me Big Gucci Big Guwop when I drop my hard top
Call me Gucci Mane slick Gucci when I drop my drop top
If you ain't down with Brick Squad nigga you's a have-not
Man we showed out in the parking lot
And we could shoot out the parking lot
Kill a nigga for a parking spot
So sad your friend got chopped, chopped
Ain't gonna show remorse at all, I leave and smoke a whole crop, boy
Mojo truck like seven feet tall, that boy be ballin' a whole lot
Me and Kash just taking money you know me we gonna send shots
Go
Free my nigga Turk, he out now shoutout to the hot boys
Panoramic roof in my new Bentley, see the stars
Red STR8, Red Bentley and red jeeps I got them hot toys
You hot like Wop and PAC but tell the truth you know you’re not boy
Fuckin' around with lames that's how lil' scooter got shot, boy
These shooters weren't well trained enough, they missed a lotta shots, boy
I'm Mr. show-off showing it all 'cause Gucci got a lot, boy
She miss eight-ball she snort a lot a lotta bloody snot boy
100 pounds I took that shit 'cause I'm cream of the crop boy
Got so much money hiding in this shit and get that shit it's rottin, boy
My lil' boy been spoilin' man, you know that boy is rotten boy
I'm from down south say I'm country, bitch, but I'm not pickin' cotton, boy
Riding around in my Bentley, I'm like mothafuck a top, boy
Rollie pollie on my wrist my nigga 'cause I can't wear no Swatch, boy
I paid a hundred fifty thousand for the Rolex gold clock boy
Me and Thug keep showing golds, man, we feel like we the Hot Boys
They call me Big Gucci Big Guwop when I drop my hard top
Call me Gucci Mane slick Gucci when I drop my drop top
If you ain't down with Brick Squad nigga you's a have-not
Man we showed out in the parking lot
And we could shoot out the parking lot
Kill a nigga for a parking spot
So sad your friend got chopped, chopped
Ain't gonna show remorse at all, I leave and smoke a whole crop, boy
Mojo truck like seven feet tall, that boy be ballin' a whole lot
Me and Kash just taking money you know me we gonna send shots
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