[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Go
Free my n***a Turk he out now shoutout to the hot boys
Panoramic roof fit my new Bentley, see the stars
Red STR8, Red Bentley and red jeeps I got them hot toys
You hot like Wop and pot but tell the truth you know you're not boy
f**in' around with lames that's how lil scooter got shot boy
These shooters been well trained enough, they missed a lotta shots boy
I'm Mr show off showing it all cuz Gucci got a lot boy
She miss 8ball she snort a lot a lotta bloody snot boy
100 pounds i took that sh** cause i'm cream of the crop boy
Got so much money hiding in this sh** and get this sh** just riding boy
My lil' boy been spoilin' man, you know that boy is rotten boy
I'm from down south say i'm country, b**h, but i'm not pickin' cotton boy
Riding around in my bentley i'm like mothaf** a top boy
Rolly pollie on my wrist my n***a cause i can't wear no Swatch boy
I paid 150000 for the Rolex gold clock boy
Me and thug keep showing golds man we feel like we the Hot Boys
They call me Big Gucci Big Guwop when i drop my hard top
Call me Gucci me slick Gucci when i drop my drop top
If you ain't down with Brick Squad n***a youse a have-not
Man we showed out in the parking lot
And we could shoot out the parking lot
k** a n***a for a parking spot
So sad your friend got chopped up
Ain't gonna show remorse at all so i leave a smoke a whole quap
Mojo truck like 7 feet tall that boy be ballin a whole lot
Me and [?] taking money you know me we gonna send shots
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Drop top baby. y'know n***a gotta be seen
In the drop top baby, with birdman, I know you heard me
That b**h cost like $2 million and 800 bands
I'm a stunna man
Got 6 slugs in a top
Now hundreds man this commas man
Free my n***a lil boosie
a**hole like Trae the Truth
They caught me riding in a benz with slim
Now them b**hes wanna give me they coochie
Now im spitting like im mothaf**in' thoothless
Thats cuz im mothaf**in' toothless
$2,000 for every tooth in my mouth now b**hes say i'm talkin too ruthless
Bi-Bi-b**h you're a rat like rufus. Last year I was screaming free Lil Tunechi
Now I'm in Hit Factory with Little Tunechi
Skateboard on dueces
Makin' nothing but movies
My favorite gun is a UZI
Hot boys but this ain't a movie
Shoot his a** in his head
Leavem dead
Y'all get this verse for curly head
Hot boys hot boys hot boys hot
I'm my motherf**in' spot
We ain't shooting nothing but f**in; Glock
Ain't this is not a jam now we can buss it at cop