Throw that ass on me, I'm surrounded Oh-oh, I'm surrounded Bad lil' bitches, I'm surrounded All them hands on me I'm surrounded All this cash on me, I'm surrounded (surround) Swimming in that pussy, yeah I'm drowning Oh-oh, I'm surrounded (oh-oh)

I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car (Bitch, get in) I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes And when I open that do', bitch, get in my car I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa with it

Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker Out your seat motherfucker, I'ma reach motherfuckers Shady Records 'til I sleep, motherfucker Obie Trice, nuttin' but street, muthatfucka Tear this bitch up until you bleed, motherfucker I wouldn't give a

I'm that bitch, I'm that bitch I'm that, I'm that, I'm that I'm that, I'm that Uh, I be spillin' sauce Uh, I got no plans of fallin' off Uh, y'all niggas too soft Icy, icy, icy, icy

Bad bitches is the only thing that I like Cups with the ice and we do this every night I ain't check the price (I got it) I make my own money so I spend it how I like I'm just living life And let my momma tell it nigga I ain't living right (nope) I ain't

Bitch, who do you love? I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga I'm that nigga on the block Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga with the plugs I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs I'm the nigga on the back street With the fat

I ain't trippin' on a bitch (Trippin' on a bitch) I'm just drippin' on a bitch (I ain't trippin' on a bitch) I need you for five, I need you for five You need me, I'm the plug to the life that you desire I ain't trippin' on one thing And I ain't gon'

I will love you 'til the end of time I would wait a million years Baby can you see through the tears? Love you more Than those bitches before Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember oh baby ooh Promise you'll remember that you're mine Blue

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god I'm on the roof of the party Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous Ay, red lights on in the boulevard That means business Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might Corny bitches make me sick I might throw up in

My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print Pussy print, p-pussy print (Mike Will Made It) Bitch stop the comparisons, I'm not these other artistses I'm Gucci Mane, the player, my neck on that real retarded shit Keep a towel with me