That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it That's it, that's it That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (ugh) Huh, it's Bebe 2 Chainz, yah Murda on the beat so it's it's not nice That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (yeah) That's it, that's it,

I'm hearing shooters loading pistols while I'm brushing my teeth I get so many death threats it's it's getting normal to me But I bend don't break, I don't ask just take Black gloves, black tape and I don't play nor pray Wake up and take a piss, I hear 'em

Dream, it's a young nigga dream, yeah Nigga act so tough it's it's startin' scene In blue flame, yeah the trap god throwing green rain Nice guy, mean chain, pull up in a cream Range Orange seats, orange feet, what do all that orange mean? Big Guwop home I

You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly) I know I'm super fly (I know it) I know I'm super fly (I know), I know I'm super fly (I know) Now watch me fly, fly You can't tell me I ain't fly Fly, fly, fly It's It's Gucci (it's Gucci) Huh? Fly

I'm feelin' like I took a Perc', I'm at a loss for words It's It's like I smoked a pound of herbs, so please do not disturb Feel like I drunk a pound of syrup and snorted up half a bird Can't even find the words, I'm so at a loss for words Metro Boomin want

Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you Aw yeah, it's enormous It's It's enormous (yeah) It's enormous (enormous, yeah) It's enormous (yeah, yeah) It's enormous Ace of Spades, Onyx Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah I know soul, soul

Hope it's it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings) I broke so many hearts Hope it's it's no hard feelings Southside on the track, yeah Evil Genius Gucci season Brrr! Brrr! Haha Guwop, wizop

Two pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp It's It's a white girl in town: name is "cocaine" It's some dirty birds in town: Gucci Mane and Waka Flame We flying, we

Niggas pistol popping like it's it's nineteen ninety nine I was nine maybe ten, then again never mind Press rewind, back in time before rappers dropping dimes Trap or die, choppin' pies with cliche's all in they rhymes That was Gucci, Prada and anything

But I was the one servin' all the J's I fathered the style, gave you all the wave But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day I was the one cookin' all the yay I was the one cookin' all the yay (it's Gucci) I fathered the style, gave you all the wave (day)