[Produced by J. Padron & Young Roc]
[Hook: Trinidad James]
f** 'em up
You don't like me n***a, then fight (f** 'em up) [x5]
Fight, fight
Y'all n***as can't do sh** (b**h)
Y'all n***as can't do sh**, I said now [x4]
[Verse 1 - Trinidad James]
I'm in DC with them Clipses
Cali, call up Nipsey
In Philly, I know Meek
I know Meek and Omelly
I call up Bigga Rankin
n***a down in that Tally'
Shout out to them bad b**hes
KOD Miami
Salute to them Haitian n***as
Out there in Little Haiti
Salute to Jimmy n***a
Harlem going crazy
I'm good n***a, even in Texas
Better watch what you rap about
I call up the Prince boys
I know you heard about Rap-a-lot
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane]
Guwop or doo-wop
I'm a trap n***a, I'm not hip-hop
Jumping out a Phantom with the Louis flip-flops
My clip long like tube socks
If you say something, I'mma spray something
Wanna f** some and I'mma pay something
Had a threesome with your BM
And my young n***as'll take some
Take money to make money
I'm a great ape with this AK
Banana clip for these monkey n***as
I'm a millionaire, but a country n***a
Half a mil on a dice game
Three mil on my ice game
Was all good 'til your wife came
It's Gucci Mane, you in my lane
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Young Scooter]
Quarter million dollar worth of j**elry, I'm a lick
You haters sittin' plottin'
Y'all n***as ain't gonna do sh**
My name ringing bells cause I done took a lot of bricks
Independent major label deal, I'm filthy rich
Little Mexico lingo
We got a home where we make kilos
You say you move kilos
But n***a, you still stuck on zeroes
Fake rappers, I don't like, all I rap is white
VVS my ice, n***a, f** your highest price
[Hook]
[Verse 4 - Alley Boy]
Alley Boy don't play
Little Trouble don't play
b**h ain't gonna play, Little Ricky don't play
Get your take, new face in the A
These young shooters gonna do what I say
New king of the south, they can't do sh**
Atta boy, 2Pac in '96
But I ain't get shot, I'mma k** me a b**h
Get Zone 6, I'mma wrap these bricks
See tie-dye, Lord, eye for an eye
War cry n***a, these bullets gonna fly
From 1 to 6 dare n***a to try
p**y went blind from all that fire
With my gold grill and my gold Bentley
Black father, n***a, no flexin'
Y'all n***as can't do sh**
f** 'em up, you better stay red
[Hook]
[Verse 5 - Childish Gambino]
Pull up in an Audi, they don't know sh** about me
These rappers are so inventive, your Maserati is rented
My second house is in Venice, 3rd in Kaua'i
I got a bird cause I'm fly, I don't wanna brag
These n***as wanna break my neck, they could
I'm a buck fifty when soaking wet, my hood
Got a clear port and an ocean deck
I made a hater eat words, watch him choke to d**h
Back for more, f** it, I'mma rap some more
I got some white girls with me like I'm Macklemore
My back is sore, from whippin' in the Jaguar
I'm the goat like a motherf**ing Capricorn
Yeah, I hate whack n***as, that's my f**ing problem (Tru!)
I'm too turned up like like the f**ing volume
These n***as get dropped like my f**ing albums
Eastside, Stone Mountain
[Hook]