[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It's a white girl in town: name is "cocaine"
It's some dirty birds in town: Gucci Mane & Waka Flame
We flying, we buying, say you got more bird? You lying
You trying and lying, you boys ain't supplying
I pitch like Nolan Ryan, got cocaina flying
My partners sick up kids, they take what they gon tie in
In the bushes they lying, ain't lying that's my word
By the end of the month, they left with them birds
Zoned off that purp, I'm slurring my words
I swerve in my Benz, baby, my 40s on the curb
The lean, the herb, pay me like the 1st
Cross Brick Squad, get hurt. I got work - Gucci!

[Hook:]
My homeboys will get you, pay you on the 33rd
2 pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words
Undertaker car, triple black drop bird
Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'm a burp
All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st
2 pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words
Undertaker car, triple black drop bird
Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'm a burp

[Verse 2: Waka]
Five grand for a head shot
[?] gonna get your bed drop, nigga
Triple red drop, bouncing through the parking lot
Where I'm from, young niggas shooting at the cops
Where I'm from, they faking
My hood right side, nigga, green flagging
Lay your ass down if you do too much bragging
3 case, 4 Glocks, nigga that's swagging
[?]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Hootie]
Half a million dollar jewelry like "fuck that bird! "
Niggas screaming they want beef, I'm like "roger that! "
My album didn't sell, so I'm laying niggas down
Shooting every nigga that burns, sleeps or fuckin frowns
40 carats on my bracelet, my Polo black
Niggas talking like they won't be wanting that
7 grams in this Swisher, I'm gon solo that
Riding around with my strap like "where they at? "
All these rap niggas hold us [?]
You will never be a legend like the Gucci Man
You will never be taped up like my partner Flock