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[Intro] Ahh, yeah, yeah it's Guwop [?] Well I was standing on, across the [?] Dawg, who gone, you know, hah Zone 6 stand up, EA's finest nigga, hah I ain't taking no bitch out, I'm taking niggas off (catch up) [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I got 25 pints in my boot bag 25 ounces of that OG gas I got a mall full of young niggas, OG man And I'm a paper round boy, and y'all not fed I got the pretty white squares with the dragons I made half a mil bending on the [?] And I still giving dope to your daddy Call me unc 'cuz you know I fuck your mammy 26 and skrate eight, with the head back Getting head from your momma where the [?] at? Red fours on a red and black bentley Crip blue fortune looking just like panties Low weight nigga but I'm riding on skinnies Just hit a lick so I'm finna spend plenty Pull up in the club I ain't throwing them a 20 I at least made 20 mil along i20 20 years old yeah 20 fucking licks 20 year old gucci 20 year old bitch 80 rows and I'm 30 years old With the suicide doors and a ride or die bitch Drive a car for my nigga said daddy wanna please me Tell me where you wanna come, then so he can meet me Pull up with a mac 11 right up from the front street Ain't no nigga gon' jump me, a nigga gon' chump me [Verse 2: Young Dolph] Just got a call that my dawg got you steady, (word) Got the car keys and the choppers out the attic, (yeah) It's the part of the game where shit's getting tragic Nigga say he got problems we gotta let him have it Bought a couple AK's and a couple [?], (ey) My dawg been robbing now we got a couple problems (fuck) He wrong or he right bitch we shoot him on sight Burn your man house down the next morning catch a flight, aight Check him up out of here hope he told his family goodnight Thanks to breaking down these bails I done live the good life, (yeah) We out in vegas partying like ain't shit happened Out here fucking whitney, bitch, tryna see what happened I hate bitch ass niggas with a passion I had to leave ain't got no time for no question ask him Feet kicked up smoking and relaxin' Shoot a nigga ass out John Paxson [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I'm the type a nigga that'll shoot you in public Ran into a nigga that i robbed in public I said i heard you looking for me and he tried to change the subject Had that pistol in my brief, said he thought i wear it ugly Up the tone, ready and i ain't do it in the public Somebody called the police 'cuz they thought i was gonna bust it I ain't give shit back that is not up for discussion You shoulda known zone 6 boys hate to be trusted Pull up in a ticket and he pull up in a custom Said the nigga had it roasting the pussy nigga lucky I might pull up in a rolls royce he pull up in a bucket Yeah i rob your homeboy but i ain't motherfucking ducking If you see me in the club, gotta keep on trucking 'cuz these niggas wanna fuck shit, and i ain't with the fuck-a-roo Got a pistol on me dawg, eh yeah, its [?] me Matter fact, two pistols, can't let you get the best of me It was 1998 when i first learned the recipe I was buying dope, cook, man those fuckers was catching me Better sell these quick, man the lord he was blessing me Got a carbine under [?], got a whole lotta weaponry Hundred thou off the dough, wearing gold off the ecstasy Put a cap in the mob, yeah them niggas was finessing me But i broke off ain't gotta be here [?] unprofessionally Man my first second mill put that pistol on that Mexican