Goin crazy, this shit goin crazy
Crazy, this shit goin crazy
Me and Wop
Pull up on yo block sending shots with the Glock nigga
 
All this cash and all these bands
But the same low down will get you sumn sumn
Selling bags and selling lean baby
Im selling Og bags so I can buy you sumn sumn
Bad bitch in the Jag with the dealership tag
Ima still pour sumn and roll me sumn sumn
Throw this money like a dummy girl you better show me sumn sumn
Lil bitch better show me something
You can go you dont show me nothing
Dont want your box I just want some top
Im tryna see what yo head like, I aint about nothing
Smoking on Tooka with my brothers
Fuck nigga you dont want no war with us
Come through your block and we click clack buh buh
We busting, pistol c-c-c-cussing
Rolling with the gang 
Either macaroni time or we nigga buh buh
Shooters coming out the cut, out the trees give you tough love
Ima Xbox One boy you a Wii nigga what what
 
Its Gucci Mane, the street exec
Got 3 Corvettes hangin round my neck
 didnt come from no busting checks
 these my streets I raise your rent
Wop got Act one thou a pack
Drop off that pack 
Plus your bitch 
Fronted your uncle fifty pounds of dank and he didnt even pay me yet
Off the pack so quick profit re-up there keep the shit intact
Guwop back, yeah Gucci back, fuck around and get whacked
Dont relax, pull up in a cab
Rob your man, ten thousand grams I had to feed the fam