Lyrics
[Future]
Wheezy outta here
[Lil Baby]
They sayin' I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on me
Niggas don't like when we in the club, 'cause they get rained on
We get on with niggas, we turn disses into pain song
The feds picked up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home
How many you got? Just bring 'em all, I'm Mr. Get 'Em Gone
I move like a ghost, I'm on the go, four weeks I switch the phone
I walk in, I couldn't care 'bout shit, no cap, I set the tone
[Lil Baby]
You the type to flex for hoes, I'm the type turn up the bros
I won't give a damn, they all for life, you better not break the code
Knowin' bro he ain't sweet, you tryna speak, so they had wiped your nose
So deep off in the street, I signed my life away to sellin' 'bow
Blue Ferrari cost nine hunnid bands, you know I pay it cash
Count addict', she just missin' the lil', so I touch up her ass
They just spin, I tell 'em "Spin again, and bro don't leave your mask"
If I don't go, I'm gon' feel like a ho, we gon' get on your ass
Fuck the other side, you gon' get blicks for tryna mediate
I'm gon' run this money up no matter what, y'all eat away (Yeah)
[Gucci Mane]
My bullets don't discriminate, don't play with Wop, I demonstrate (Wop)
Don't get shot on the interstate, your girlfriend hyperventilate
R.I.P. to Trouble and free Thugger and free Gunna too (Thug)
While you at it, free the Mayor Foo and free my nigga Pooh (Pooh)
The DA bring up lyrics in the court, may not be even true (Huh?)
And try to pen some shit next to your name that you ain't even do (Well, damn)
Fuck the other side, that nigga be shot for tryna duplicate (Bah, baow)
Ran off with the swag like they forgot where it originated (Huh?)
Fuck the trolls, the blogs, the hoes and yes-men who be instigatin' (Fuck 'em)
Hit him in the head and he survived, but still a mental patient (Ayy)
I don't even have to drop no payments, they feel obligated (Yeah)
Shit's so complicated, now the killers be cooperatin' (Wow)
Feds investigatin', but I made it, never gave a statement (Nah)
AKA Big Gucci or Big Guwop, never call me Radric (Never)
Ain't nobody safe, so I tote Glock 'cause they don't have a safety (Huh?)
I got killers strapped along the yacht, we the So Icy Navy (Icy Navy)
And I'ma rep the A until I'm eighty, that's the hood that made me
I done sold so many twenty babies, think I'm born in [gravy?] (It's Gucci)
[Lil Baby]
They sayin' I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on me
Niggas don't like when we in the club, 'cause they get rained on
We get on with niggas, we turn disses into pain song
The feds picked up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home
How many you got? Just bring 'em all, I'm Mr. Get 'Em Gone
I move like a ghost, I'm on the go, four weeks I switch the phone
I walk in, I couldn't care 'bout shit, no cap, I set the tone
Wheezy outta here
[Lil Baby]
They sayin' I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on me
Niggas don't like when we in the club, 'cause they get rained on
We get on with niggas, we turn disses into pain song
The feds picked up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home
How many you got? Just bring 'em all, I'm Mr. Get 'Em Gone
I move like a ghost, I'm on the go, four weeks I switch the phone
I walk in, I couldn't care 'bout shit, no cap, I set the tone
[Lil Baby]
You the type to flex for hoes, I'm the type turn up the bros
I won't give a damn, they all for life, you better not break the code
Knowin' bro he ain't sweet, you tryna speak, so they had wiped your nose
So deep off in the street, I signed my life away to sellin' 'bow
Blue Ferrari cost nine hunnid bands, you know I pay it cash
Count addict', she just missin' the lil', so I touch up her ass
They just spin, I tell 'em "Spin again, and bro don't leave your mask"
If I don't go, I'm gon' feel like a ho, we gon' get on your ass
Fuck the other side, you gon' get blicks for tryna mediate
I'm gon' run this money up no matter what, y'all eat away (Yeah)
[Gucci Mane]
My bullets don't discriminate, don't play with Wop, I demonstrate (Wop)
Don't get shot on the interstate, your girlfriend hyperventilate
R.I.P. to Trouble and free Thugger and free Gunna too (Thug)
While you at it, free the Mayor Foo and free my nigga Pooh (Pooh)
The DA bring up lyrics in the court, may not be even true (Huh?)
And try to pen some shit next to your name that you ain't even do (Well, damn)
Fuck the other side, that nigga be shot for tryna duplicate (Bah, baow)
Ran off with the swag like they forgot where it originated (Huh?)
Fuck the trolls, the blogs, the hoes and yes-men who be instigatin' (Fuck 'em)
Hit him in the head and he survived, but still a mental patient (Ayy)
I don't even have to drop no payments, they feel obligated (Yeah)
Shit's so complicated, now the killers be cooperatin' (Wow)
Feds investigatin', but I made it, never gave a statement (Nah)
AKA Big Gucci or Big Guwop, never call me Radric (Never)
Ain't nobody safe, so I tote Glock 'cause they don't have a safety (Huh?)
I got killers strapped along the yacht, we the So Icy Navy (Icy Navy)
And I'ma rep the A until I'm eighty, that's the hood that made me
I done sold so many twenty babies, think I'm born in [gravy?] (It's Gucci)
[Lil Baby]
They sayin' I do too much 'cause I got all these chains on me
Niggas don't like when we in the club, 'cause they get rained on
We get on with niggas, we turn disses into pain song
The feds picked up the case, he got a bond, that money bring him home
How many you got? Just bring 'em all, I'm Mr. Get 'Em Gone
I move like a ghost, I'm on the go, four weeks I switch the phone
I walk in, I couldn't care 'bout shit, no cap, I set the tone