the waves in my fade will make a bitch need a surfboard i ain t on the track like gds crips and vice lords plus latin kings if ya bang throw yo rag up whole clique flagged up zone ghetto tags up black car white guts you can call it oreo gucci bring pies to yo door like he dominoes soldier like geronimo my house big as the pinnacle used to trap at texaco but now i m finna buy the one rims on my m bitch a trim wanna lay with him slim with the tilted grill flossin all the diamond gems actually trapping got me counting cash rapidly wheels spin backwardly bricksquad factory pressure pressure these boys under pressure i know he a college boy i heard he a stepper hydro eyes low whoo da kid and gucci mane oh no all i know is click cock hit pop i can t let this shit stop just to see is everything that s go help my shit pop whoo da king whoo da kid whatever you call me bitch but i m not alfamega never turn my back and turn snitch red maserati peanut butter seats will kidnap you running day shit i call that my rotten apple i don t need no chauffeur i can drive that shit my fucking self ooh my smoke my glock my bro i m strapped in here with no seat belt and i move the punchlines i m pimpin the track ol cliffhanging nigga stop swinging on the sack what s that shit he said about homie run it back track work studio so everything is crack pressure pressure these boys under pressure i know he a college boy i heard he a stepper hydro eyes low whoo da kid and gucci mane oh no i don t got no brain no more my brain probably in lost and found if you find it give it to me i ll give you 800 thou million worth of jewelry on when now right now bling blaow your out kids see it s safe now chopper size of you shower rims bigger than your house when you see me girl smile i stay for a lil while in the back with a strap and the clip don t crack 10 pounds of loud 200 thou my dead homies could see me now i bet i make sun valley proud bouldercrest my stomping ground stand 10 toes down to stomp you down 40 glock you double pump you fucking fuck ya wacka trunk you gucci mane invisible mane i m right man can t see me lame rims so hot like stove top stuffing lil pussy ass nigga pressure pressure these boys under pressure i know he a college boy i heard he a stepper hydro eyes low whoo da kid and gucci mane oh no