Ya, Guwop 
Cut it up, slime 
Purps, burr, burr, squad, ooh
Huh? Turn up
Rich squad billionaires 
Yeah, huh, its Guwop 
Its Gucci
Yeah , designer clothes 
I dont take nothing but designer drugs 
Upper echelon, you know 
Everything turnt up on my end 
Bought my Bentley where your Benz should have been 
Im going in and my friends cant get in 
Like 50 Cent, man, Im hated by many men 
But everything piped up on my end 
Park my Rari where your Vic could have been 
And its a dot where your neck could have been 
Lenox Mall, thats a check walking in, nigga
See everything, turnt up on my end 
I rock Versace, that Medusa head man 
You cant go in the hood but Gucci Mane can 
In Birmingham got El Chapo gang plan 
Two kilo grams, Im in Gucci Grand down
Man I dont give a damn twenty grand
I can make a fan, make you murk your man
Gucci ham just like Vietnam
That shit bought a lamb
 contempt so many yams, Im getting overwhelmed
Buy a key, I cooked it up for free
Giving youngin game while Im whipping up a half a B
You didnt buy from me
Residue all on my AP, cost me 90 Gs
Gas bags talking 93, trap right across the street
Everything turnt up on my end 
Bought my Bentley where your Benz should have been 
Im going in and my friends cant get in 
Like 50 Cent, man, Im hated by many men 
But everything piped up on my end 
Park my Rari where your Vic could have been 
And its a dot where your neck could have been 
Lenox Mall thats a check walking in, nigga
Ring, ring, ring, its money on my line
I be getting bands out the Benz
A fuck nigga try me then he die 
Nigga better stand where he stand, ey 
I want some Hennessy she want some wine 
I told that bitch to get with the clan 
We wanna drink that shit with some ice 
I told that bitch to get with the shits 
They say I was getting fatter with the Sprite 
But now I dont do that shit 
I-I-I be popping X all night 
Me and the crew ass shit ey 
I get it, wherever I look at
What you looking at, I got five Glocks in the bookbag 
Aye, Im cooking
And theyre still cooking
Free Wop, thats what I named my line when they took him
Free, free Slick 
Come around your block niggas get free shit 
Free shells, free hits, 2-4 BD shit
Ray Charles I dont see shit 
Stevie Wonder with keys, bitch
Guarantee I wont drop my gun if I do then Imma leave it
Cause I got on gloves , and I aint going nothing 
Its a throw away, ey, I got plenty of 
Niggas is suspect, me, I am success 
Fifty thousand dollars for a show and I dumped it
Everything turnt up on my end 
Bought my Bentley where your Benz should have been 
Im going in and my friends cant get in 
Like 50 Cent man Im hated by many men 
But everything piped up on my end 
Park my Rari where your Vic could have been 
And its a dot where your neck could have been 
Lenox Mall thats a check walking in, nigga
Everything turnt up on my end