Its Guwop... Its Guwop... [Hook:] I got hundred young n***as screaming I don't give a f** Got dem pistols in the club, wish a n***a would touch me n***a What? you think Gucci give a f**? Saying that you f** with Gucci but he know he don't trust me In a rush, n***a better catch a cut Got that .44 on my gut, I don't need no n***a but me I'm a thug, yea, my mama raised a thug But I'm a multi-millionaire, you wish you motherf**ing was me [Verse 1:] n***a wish you was the motherf**in Gucci Mane But stop man wit yo wishin' there cause on the real you trippin man And I know bands can make her dance but I can't really dance You spend 100 thousand on it they will really glance I throw so much money on me, I need hammer pants And we can bet 1 million, that's if you's a gambling man I ain't running from it, I was born in Birmingham East Atlanta, Bentley Mulsanne check my instagram I'm a shooter, I'm a builder and I'm a business man I talk so disrespectful that I hurt yo feelings damn I whip and took a pa** then to you, I need them extra grams And when that choppa blip my b**h y'all say I'm goin' Ham [Hook] [verse 2:] I'm f**in with the young n***as, all my n***as thuggin' Robin Hood of the city, all my n***as struggling Big money Gucci n***a, I don't do the budget Feel just like eazy when he made eazy does it Rap n***as name drop, Gucci Mane c**aine drop Thought it was a choppa, 100 bottles of champagne popped Thought I was a doctor, 50 pints on my counter top 4-58 cause I just load a Ferrari shop Pray to be a hustla, man I got it from grandpa In the kitchen cookin' Rest In Peace to my grandma n***a ran off so Imma blow his f**in' head off You can work for me cause now you got a dead boss [Hook]