[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?
Guwop (Gucci)
Eskimo shit, homie
Evil Genius, Wop
Itâs Gucci
Shoutout my partner Rozay
Eskimo shit, n***a
What, n***a, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Give âem hell
Got lil baby from the Chi, she be Chanel
Love the flow, I swear she rock them solitaires (brr brr)
Said she fuck with Z Money, he signed his self (Z Money, itâs Guwop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh well
They call me Guwop, I got so much clientele (skr skr)
Fresh as hell, in East Atlanta, Iâm the mayor (EA)
I signed Pablo, he told me, âGo get Mal and Quillâ (Blo, Mal)
âCause we so trill (Quill, Wop)
Yeah, fuck 12, Iâm a Eskimo myself (brr brr)
Canât sign no snitch ass n***a, that would hurt my rep (no)
Found out he pussy, told him keep the cash and dip
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Yung Mal]
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[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Real n***as only, yâall n***as, yâall some hoes
Yeah, n***a, we froze, yeah, n***a, we Eskimos (1017 shit)
Yeah, they didnât know that we used to be poor
Yeah, drippinâ designer, ooh, from my head to my toe
Fuck on your ho, go get the dough (go get it)
Then I go get me some moâ (I need it)
Used to trap dope at the stove (I used to)
Ooh, whippinâ the dope
Yeah, Dolce Gabana peacoat (dingy)
Iâm ballinâ like Gucci the coach (Iâm ballinâ)
Step on these n***as, you just a lil roach (lil roach)
Yeah, rich n***a like Lil Boat (rich n***a)
Water on my neck the coast (water)
Look in my eyes and they say donât approach (look at me, n***a)
Cookinâ the chickens on the pot like roasts (boom)
All my hundreds blue just like my Locs (blue hundreds)
All my bitches bad, they do the most (she bad)
I be poppinâ tags to jump in the Ghost
Gotta watch your swag, they takinâ down notes
Swear bitches like the jewellery, make âem vote
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Yung Mal]
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[Verse 3: Yung Mal]
Iceberg, yeah
I see you hang from over here
Hatinâ n***a (pussy), that chopper hit your ass from over here
All these hoes on my dick âcause I signed me a deal
Better sign to Big Wop if you want you a milâ
Bust down on my left wrist, I shouldâve bought a crib (ice)
The pack just touched down, thatâs a football field
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Pocket full of crip blue hundreds, need a wheelchair
We ainât had shit, we were waitinâ on some welfare
Now we up, bitch, we got racks tucked everywhere
Wifey made it, diamonds crystal clear, yeah
Got so much cash, this shit not fair
I fucked the bitch once, but I ainât bought no hair
We can take a trip, might fly on the Lear
Hop out the bitch and Iâm fresh in Moncler
Yeah, ride with the stick on the front door
Yeah, 75 on my neck and I ainât near done yet
Try to reach for my shit, boy I dare
Canât show no love to no n***a, wouldnât dare
All the bullshit goinâ in and out one ear
They broke, I donât care
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Yung Mal]
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