'Cause I don't give a fuck hoe, fuck hoe, fuck hoe I might be around squirrels 'cause a nigga is a nut, hoe Cutthroat, cutthroat, cutthroat They be on my nuts though, nuts though, nuts though Round one, fight The Pharmacy Like a tongue, bitch I'm looking

Southside and East Side Gucci (We an army) They call me peacoat shawty, left wrist eight-forty (whoa) Gucci Mane home ballin' while your bank account fallin' (damn) Gucci Mane, I don't fear no one but God (on God) For fifty mil' I'll get in the ring and

What about your friends, will they stand their ground, Will they let you down again? What about your friends, are they gonna be lowdown, Will they ever be around, Or will they turn their backs on you? So to speak hypothetically Say I supply creativity to

They got it, they want it, they give it away They got it, they want it, they give it away When you hide, I'll cover it up When you cry, I'll cover it up You've got my eyes, you've got my eyes You'll never be mine, ah, but you've got my eyes When you lie,

I like the simple life The way it used to be We left our doors wide open We didn't need no key I've been around the world Seen all there is to see I'd trade all those memories for one more day How it used to be Hey, when is the last time you sat down and

Slim shit, look like Draya Michele I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player Connect the dots then I plug up the scale If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair Fuck the law,

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery Took a shot of Henney, I've been going brazy, brazy They say my whole hood got it under investigation They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk They know we talk that lick talk, that lick

I said, oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh), oh (oh) Hey, hey yeah Something's got a hold on me, yeah (oh, it must be love) Oh, something's got a hold on me right now, child (oh, it must be love) Let me tell you now Oh, it must be love (you know it must be love)

Let me know it's on and I'll bring my friends I can introduce them to all your friends If they get along, we can all be friends Or I could come alone, just me, you, on our own 'Cause your friend's daddy got a real big house Real big house, real big house