In (VFZ6)

[Hook – Gucci Mane & Yung Fresh][x2] Got them pints in, tell me what you want to spend Is you drinking? These niggas know I got that med Got that cake and, Imma put that FN on your friend What he thinking? I bet he won’t try that shit again [Verse 1 – Gucci Mane] F is for Fendi, this FN is my firearm My four second assassin, let bygones be bygones Ice cream on my right cheek, tattoos on my right arm Cold blooded like a python, and my auntie stole my ball I’m fresh greeting these Barkley’s, got a quarter pound of these broccolis And the neighbors can watch me, but the police can’t stop me Fuck trying out for JV, Marcell up in the hot seat I’m in the ninth grade, fucking seniors, so I gotta still borrow car keys I’m lowkey but I mostly, be with niggas that sell Ds Smoke weed, I still cough, street [?] doing nine to three [?] sound, that was 92, 91, where was you 8 ball jacket in middle school, always had something to prove Ease off of these ice cubes, yeah I’m a nigga with an attitude Cartier, I bought a pair, head so good got to hold her hair Give her 500, that’s more than fair, brought attention so she got to stare Woke up in the morning, I was out of there Gucci Mane, the real Laflare [Hook][x2] [Verse 2 – Yung Fresh] Mid end, it’s packed in, the back end of the caravan Dudes speak [?] they understand, got rubber bands on rubber bands Fuck your girl, one night stand, had her on her knees while I stand Paint her face and her chin then never call that bitch again Getting money my operation, getting money no hesitation Super charge, you were made for racing Sport rims, sport breaking Kicking juugs all down at [?] 1000 for these niggas, come from [?] I got em now so fuck waiting, you cash out, fuck debating Fucked up a dime at the station, I’m counting money and contemplating Glock 40 for any situation, I know how to equal the equation Know I’m high, my eyes glazing, if you running then I’m chasing Letting it go, that Glock blazing Mask on, Vorhees, Jason I’m running through it, thumbing through it Serve him a dummy brick, he wish he knew it Before he got to his state line, I was counting money, having a great time Smoking great pound with a bitch that was real thick, you know this bitch fine Served one nigga like two times, came back and ate about two nines [Hook][x2]