[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(Tay Keith, fuck these n***as up)
Ha
Fizzle, go

[Verse 1: BiC Fizzle & Gucci Mane]
Za, my body don't focus
Really been runnin' up commas, you notice?
Right on the block where I'm posted
How he a trapper, play sports, and a poet? (Huh?)
1017, I'm with Wop and them boys
Fizzle a minor, but far from the boards
Still in the hood, goin' fast in them tours
Straight out the woods, hear that shit in my voice (Ew)
Step in, step out, one feet in the industry, one in the trap
Backside stretchin', I'm doggin' her out
Teach you a lesson, that's just like the math
Calculate, pound after pound after pound
Re-up, I get 'em gone outta town
Feet up, step on a n***a, he frown
So Icy Fizzle, the talk of the town, on God
I'm from the bottom, I beat all the odds
I watched scammers get rich off fraud
Glock .43 front seat when I ride
Lean to the side, after robbin', I slide (Damn)
Straight out the jungle, that youngin' survived
That hunger and hustle, it's stuck in his eyes
Switch on the blick, now it rapidly firin'
Claimin' they step, but n***as be lyin', on God
[Verse 2: Cootie & Gucci Mane]
Feelin' like the man when I step in
Ridin' in the Trackhawk, you know I keep the FN
Ice all over my neck
Make you wanna find which car had a wreckin'
Old girl thick as my drink
Let her come chill in the trap with the dope man
Tell the lil' n***a, "Don't play with me"
N***a, I'm the boss, you the motherfuckin' doorman (Wow)
Know I got drip like a sink
Bitch, I'm with Guwop, I might just go buy me a mink
N***a, I don't cap, I trap
Before the deal, I had that ice on my link
Put this shit all in my mouth
So Icy my grill, n***a might freeze up the drink
N***a reach for it, he'll die
Bitch, I'm a soldier, I should go buy me a tank
Move like a top boy, yeah, a real trap n***a
Move on your block, make it real, real hot
Grinnin' like, "Boy, what's wrong with that phone?"
Gotta turn the ringer off 'cause it never, ever stop
Know I make the hotline bling
Bust down Cartier, know I had to freeze up the watch
MVP of the trap, n***a might pull up to the spot with a bust down pot (Go, on God)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane the real La Flare and we do real big business here (Huh?)
I turn men to millionaires, leave with two gold souvenirs (Bling)
Coke all in my fingernails, all white like some new veneers (White)
I trapped out my younger years, my mama shed so many tears (Mama)
He done took too many pills, he don't even know how to feel (Huh?)
Try to meme us, don't wanna live, brains all on the steering wheel (Yuck)
Guwop, I'm a valley boy (Wop), but not from that Cali, though (Cali)
Bouldercrest my addy, ho ('Crest), this shit just like DeKali', oh (Kali', oh)
N***as never play with me with all them fuckin' local jokes (Local)
My plug don't even speak no English, bitch, this ain't no local dope (No)
Got the type of millions make your kinfolk start trippin' (Trippin')
The way this money flippin', got my shooters ridin' Bentleys
[Outro: BiC Fizzle]
On God