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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] It's a white girl in town: name is "cocaine" It's some dirty birds in town: Gucci Mane & Waka Flame We flying, we buying, say you got more bird? You lying You trying and lying, you boys ain't supplying I pitch like Nolan Ryan, got cocaina flying My partners sick up kids, they take what they gon tie in In the bushes they lying, ain't lying that's my word By the end of the month, they left with them birds Zoned off that purp, I'm slurring my words I swerve in my Benz, baby, my 40s on the curb The lean, the herb, pay me like the 1st Cross Brick Squad, get hurt. I got work - Gucci! [Hook:] My homeboys will get you, pay you on the 33rd 2 pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'm a burp All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st 2 pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'm a burp [Verse 2: Waka] Five grand for a head shot Songtexte[?] gonna get your bed drop, nigga Triple red drop, bouncing through the parking lot Where I'm from, young niggas shooting at the cops Where I'm from, they faking My hood right side, nigga, green flagging Lay your ass down if you do too much bragging 3 case, 4 Glocks, nigga that's swagging [?] [Hook] [Verse 3: Hootie] Half a million dollar jewelry like "fuck that bird! " Niggas screaming they want beef, I'm like "roger that! " My album didn't sell, so I'm laying niggas down Shooting every nigga that burns, sleeps or fuckin frowns 40 carats on my bracelet, my Polo black Niggas talking like they won't be wanting that 7 grams in this Swisher, I'm gon solo that Riding around with my strap like "where they at? " All these rap niggas hold us [?] You will never be a legend like the Gucci Man You will never be taped up like my partner Flock Aus Songtexte Mania