[Verse 1]
n***as on the inside wishin' for the outside
Peanut bu*ter inside, candy red outside
Hit you with the nine now your inside-outside
Pull up in that foreign that'll leave your b**h mouth wide
n***as talkin sh**, most 'em don't know that I got mob ties
Run up on the 'wop and you're gonna end up hog-tied
Catch me in the kitchen whippin chickens like it's popeye's
? leave your a** for some hot fries
Timbs on slip and slide, I'm a slick guy
I'm a black guy, give me five on the black side
I'm a trap god, leave your numbers by the black guy
He a live-wire, I'ma shut down his wi-fi
[Hook]
I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma pull up on you
I'ma call my young n***as and have them pull up on you
You don't want no you don't want no n***as to pull up on you
I'ma call my young n***as and have them pull up on you
I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma pull up on you
I'ma call my young n***as and have them pull up on you
You don't want no you don't want no n***as to pull up on you
I'ma call my young n***as and have them pull up on you
[Verse 2]
Playing with Gucci Mane is just like playing with a lighter
Playing games with Gucci Mane is just like touching fire
Got tattoos on my face my neck my arm but I'm not a biker
The fo' feed the eight ferrari, b**h I got the tire
I'm from East Atlanta Georgia man that sh** just like The Wire
You say you from Zone 6 but my n***a you know you lyin'
I'm a lover and a fighter and a motherf**in striker
These lames keep comin' around me and they know that I don't like it
If I spit dead in this n***a face do you think that I tried him?
If I tell this b**h she ain't my girl then what the f** is she crying
You would think I'm at the grocery store with the collard greens I'm buying
You would kno that i'm the plug cause of all these n***as i'm supplying
'Wop!
[Hook]