[Introduction]
You either die a hero
Or live long enough to watch yourself become the villain
Mad Decent will blow your head
[Lil Jon]
Yeah, let's do it
[C. Will]
MC Real checkin' in
Heroes+Villains
Play me something ignorant
[Waka Flocka]
Hit 'em with the choppa
Call me Waka Flocka
[C. Will]
You n***as ain't ready for this sh**
This real sh**
We goin' all in
[Diddy - "O Let's Do It"]
I got my billions up, f**in' with them white folks
Now I don't give a f**, cause I'm richer than them white folks
Lamborghini trucks, y'all ain't even seen it yet
Bought me Teterboro just to Diddy bop and land my jet
I'm hustlin out of Harlem, Paulie Castellano
b**h, I am a problem, I just bought the Delano
Pimpin in my convo, b**hes come in combos
Pictures of Christopher on my wall all in my condo
I don't f** with fake hoes, all I touch is J-Lo's
All I drink is my sh**, Ciroc by the case load
Movies is my next sh**, two mil on my necklace
Bad Boy, 80 million motherf**in' records
[Rick Ross - "O Let's Do It"]
I f**ed my money up, I bought another Rolls Royce
To pick my homies up, my top back like Po Boy
Step yo' game up, you ridin' n***a, hold on
I switched the game up, one stack that's for the whole zone
That's thirty-six a kilo, b**h, I think I'm Nino
b**h, I think I'm Scarface, b**h, I'm Al Pacino
Flippin my lil' C-notes, painted my new Benzo
Took my b**h to Red Lobster, I can't feed no friends, though
b**h, I'm on my high horse, j**els I rock I die for
Cause that sh** that I bought, shoot yo' a** that's my fault
b**h, I'm on this asphalt, money makin' be the thing
b**h, I'm on my last straw, them choppers always do the thing
[Hook 1 - Waka Flocka]
Yeah
O, let's do it
Hey, o, let's do it
Hey, o, let's do it
Yeah
Drug dealin' music
Hey, I influence
Hey, I influence
[C. Will]
This the type of sh** that make you wanna eat your young
Cobra
[Waka Flocka Flame - "O Let's Do It"]
I f**ed my money up
Now I can't re-up
Ran up in his spot
Just to get my stacks up
Now I'm back on deck
So shawty, what the f** you want
Heard he talkin' sh**
But this ain't what the f** he want
Lock my CEO up, now it's back to coka
n***as talkin' sh** brah, hang 'em by the rope-a
Hit 'em wit the choppa, call that sh** hot llama
Call me Waka Flocka, AKA Young Wild n***a
AKA Young Drug Dealer
Got purp, got kush, got pills, got white
In the trap all night, with the hard and soft
Stacks on the flo', watch {?} boy whip it
Shook it to the left then he shook it to the right
So Icey, Brick Boys, got it all night
These lame a** n***as ain't got no fight
Kick in my door, we gon' shoot out all night
[Gucci Mane - "O Let's Do It"]
Yeah
Brr, brr, Gucci
I stack my money up, Brick Squad we so g'd up
I'm countin cash in my office, sippin coffee with my feet up
Haters sendin threats, like they want beef but dey know dey don't
Meet Flocka at the dealership, I told him get what the f** you want
They locked my homeboy Verne up, 1999 for murder
Now n***as claiming Zone 6, that I ain't never heard of
[C. Will]
Half my whole staff been to jail this year
Shouts out to Right Street Daddy
Two Time Proski
[Gucci Mane - "O Let's Do It"]
Hit you with the carbon, but why when I got shooters
You heard Gucci was locked up, but that was just a rumor
Got purp, got pills, got lean, [plus I got powder for you snorters
You wanna find me, I-20 to East Atlanta, Georgia
I send my female shooters, that rock-a-bye baby
1017 shawty, in my hood we got them AKs
[Hook 1]
[C. Will]
Shouts out to all the girls dancing on the tables
Bring me four more bottles in this b**h
Champagne everywhere
sh** ain't a rainstorm
This is a motherf**ing monsoon
[Hook 2 - Roscoe Dash - "Show Out"]
Everywhere I go I
Dress up and I go out
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
Everywhere I go I
Dress up and I go out
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
Gucci, Louis, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
I be all up in the mall ballin like it's no tomorrow
Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
I be all up in the mall ballin like it's no tomorrow
[C. Will]
You see us all Gucci ?
All black everything
All black this, all black that
Whole crew, black everything
EAV, where y'all at
All the ?, all the Duponts
This some Atlanta sh**
From the trenches to the burbs
We got this sh** on lock
Everywhere, Fourth Ward, Boulevard
Riverstown
Anywhere you might get shoutout
That's us
[Roscoe Dash - "Show Out"]
I got lots of gwalla, I spend it
I'm a ball-a-hollic like my money never ending
Pockets on swole just like Popeye on his spinach
Like Roscoe why you grind so hard
I'm like, I'm tryna get it
And that's just how I do it, hit the mall with 'bout 10 stacks
But you know that I blew it
Hit the club and threw it
That's just how we do it
V.I.P. with M.M.I., you know we gon' be stupid
You know I make it rain ho
Goosey by the bottle, blowin' fruity like a mango
Gone and catch this change ho, yeah we in this thang ho
It's R-O-S-C-O-E Dash, I'm headed for the fame ho
[Hook 2]
[Roscoe Dash - "Show Out"]
Show out, show out, show out, all I do is show out
Inhale the kush, then I blow out
SS Camero b**h, watch me as I go out
Back to the crib with you girl and I go out
We don't even go out, all she do is ho out
I don't even know her and I f**ed her, what you know 'bout that
See all she know is Roscoe got them racks
Now my meat's between her buns like a f**in' Big Mac
And everytime she place her order, I be there to deport her
I get heads and tails like both sides of the quarter
Shawty bad, she expensive
So you prolly couldn't afford er
But every time I see her it's crunch time, like we in the fourth quarter, and I'm gone
[Hook 2]
[C. Will]
Me, ?
Sittin' out on a beach right now
With a McDonald's bag full of 20 dollar bills
Throwin' 'em at each other
Cause we just livin' that rifle
Y'all n***a hate itm but we love it
Keep hatin'
Have you seen our hair
These n***as got a bag of Purell in the booth
Trash bags of Purell
That's all we keep on the deck
You don't never know when you got a dump a n***a out
And clean a n***a up
If you ain't racin' in your whip right now
k** yourself
Let's go
[Lil Jon]
Hey, it's your boy Lil Jon
Gettin' it crunk with the Heroes+Villains
[C. Will]
Shouts out to everybody still wearin' white T-shirts and baggy pants
We make music for y'all
We make music for the tall Ts
All them pop a** clubs y'all be tryin' to go to
We off that
This straight for the trenches
No bottle service
f** that hipster sh**
[Gucci Mane - "Lemonade"]
[Hook 3 - "Lemonade"]
Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts
Lemonade in shade with my feet up
Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup
Lemons in their face, watch em freeze up
[Gucci Mane - "Lemonade"]
My Phantom sitting on sixes, no twenties in my job
Your Cutla** motor knocking because it is a lemon
I like them Georgia peaches, but you look more like a lemon
These sour apple bitter b**hes I'm not f**ing with 'em
I'm truly stupid paid, that's just how I feel today
I'm moving slow cause codiene syrup's in my lemonade
I'm standing in the shade and I'm selling lemonade
Six hundred a pint, the going rate off in the A
Lemonade diamond bracelet, put it in your face
Lemonhead diamond earrings I wore yesterday
I'm pimping wearing lemon, that's just how I'm chilling
I'm smoking grits and selling chickens
Corvette painted lemons
Gucci
[Hook 3]
[C. Will]
Daniel Disaster do it so hard
He got a soundproof room made out of fur
sh** like being inside a werewolf
Shouts out to Blackberry Caesar
BBMing, always
Shouts out to Triple A
Yeah, he made that
Ty Jones, East Atlanta Yeti
What up
[Gucci Mane]
I got lemonade and lemon-tint
Lemons, watch me mix the sh**
Lemonade-complexion East-Australian girl be k**ing me
She say I be k**ing her
I say I be feeling it
Four days then I'm sick of her, cause her brain is lemonhead
Cocaine-white exterior, interior lemonade
Yellow with the off-white trimming
I call that the super drank
Yellow diamond pinky ring, call that there the lemon rock
Jewelry box a lemon bin
My earring size of apricot
Yeah I smoke that strong a lot
Yeah I need some of what you got
Half a pound of lemon kush
Call that pack the lemon drop
Canary yellow lemon watch
Big bird, yellow top
Yellow Polo, Polo slippers, white and yellow Polo socks
Gucci Mane be pumping dog
He don't got all he say he got
Just stash one Lemon homie
I can supply them the fifty Glocks
Yellow boat parked at the dock
Yellowbone gon' make the drop
Flip the flop, mine off the top
Then go buy me a yellow yacht
[Hook 3]
[C. Will]
Everybody holdin' red cups right now
Bumpin' this sh** at a barbeque
We on that
If you wearin' some Crocs or some khaki shorts right now
You need to get off that
If you got a ski mask on
And you drivin' in a car with three windows and four doors
We on that
Shouts out to everybody who ride bicycles to the club
Then walk home
[Gucci Mane - "Lemonade"]
Lemonade my townhouse in Miami, I want yellow carpet
Woke up in the morning
f**ing bought a yellow Aston Martin
Yellow bricks, yellow dust, yellow ring, yellow tuss
Yellow pills, spinning wheels, yellow weed, re-up with us
Coward a** n***a, yellow stripe, you a yellowback
AK hit your dog, and you can't bring Old Yeller back
Yep Gucci bang up eighty thousand, that's a yellow safe
Yellow homes, mellow homes, you know you a scary-cat
No sleep for two days, so my pupils look yellow
Five flights, six shows, quarter million on my schedule
Bangladesh and Gucci Mane, n***as know they in trouble
Green ice, red light, caution, Gucci rock yellow
[Hook 3]
[C. Will]
Daniel Disaster just came in here
With some fur boots and a headband
Talkin' 'bout let's turn this up
[Hook 4 - Roscoe Dash - "All The Way Turnt Up"]
All the way turnt up
[Roscoe Dash - "All The Way Turnt Up"]
DJ turn me up, crank it to the max
I got lots of gwalla, I be blowing stacks
Polo on my hat, shoes and shirt that match
I be so turnt up, I be swagging to the max
If you get it in, and you gettin' dough
Gon' pop a bottle, this right here your song
Purple by the zone, you can smell it on my clothes
And it went up in my swisher, 'bout to take one to the dome
I'm gone, in another zone
I be riding on the engine, with the woofers goin' strong
They like, what is goin' on
I don't really know
Then I roll down all my windows, and I crank this sh** some mo'
[Hook 4]
[C. Will]
If you haven't done seen a color in the past two years
We on that
All you technicolor time machine electric boogaloo motherf**ers
We off that
[Soulja Boy - "All The Way Turnt Up"]
Hopped up out the bed, what's happenin'
Soulja Boy tell 'em, they can't turn up to my level man
Yeah, money on the table
All up in Mexico, gettin' to the pesos
Whoa, check out the gear
If gettin' money was a sport, I'm MVP every year
We get' money over here
They must not know where I'm from
Yo girl spinnin' on my dick just like a CD-ROM
Turnt uuppp
Turn up 'til you can't turn no' mo'
Burn up 'til you can't burn no' mo'
Rock my chain er'where I go
Smoke 'til you can't smoke no' mo'
Choke 'til you can't choke no' mo
Work 'til you can't work no' mo'
I'm rich I can't go broke no' mo'
[Hook 4]
[C. Will]
You how many damn cellphones are in my pocket right now
Cobra Mobile
[Roscoe Dash]
Turn up
All I know is turn up
Smoking like a hippie, I swear all I do is burn up
All in VIP and they be acting like they know us
I'm like free turn up
Excuse me while I turn up
All these hoes be chosen but I'm turnt up on the hoes
They way I turned up on the road
Got'em turned up 'round the globe
All these n***as mad cause I be pulling all they hoes
Once I get 'em to the room
They be turnt up out they clothes like
And I be goin' ham
I don't think these n***as really know just who I am
b**h, it's R-O-S-C-O-E Dash
And I get lots of cash
But for short you call me Mr. Way Too Turnt Up For That Ass
[C. Will]
All hail the Overthrow
Cobra Corps, Dark Rain
Heroes+Villains
Mad Decent
Let's go
I swear, they think we like the new age N.W.A
Or some bullsh** like that
And half the crew ain't even black
They just n***as with attitude