[Intro: Gucci Mane]
On the cell with Meechy and he told me I’m the realest n***a*808 Mafia*
Ya... s'Gucci!*This beat is so-so Metro*

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m a walking work of art, body marked, yeah it’s marked on
Gave me brain, bless her heart, I taped it on my smartphone
Kush cologne smelling like a bale plus a bale of strong
Pink foamposites same color the shit I’m drinking on
Double cup, styrofoam cup, man I’m going on
Geeked up for a while so I rolled a blunt a mile long
Spikes on my feet like they cleats, not an athlete
Christian Louboutins to the wallet, bitch, don’t ask me
I’m a King P, how you mistake me for a car thief
Me, Peewee, Thugga, Young Duke and Chief Keef
T.H.3 through the summer, bitch we off the leash
Two pair of Jordans in my trunk, got that .223
Breast cancer supporter, I pour it up like Hennessy
Fuck n***a better say squad or he a enemy
Got a show in Tennessee and I’ma charge them fifty G
N***a say he’s headhunting, revolver the remedy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
My bitch got a body, she don’t speak no English
The Bentley on Bleveland, don’t look when you see me
That rarri on Mooreland, keep straight, don’t you look at me
Them gators got syphilis, her diamonds from Tiffany’s
Lil bitch I’m a demon, they know I’m a flight risk
I hold up my Rollie, I ice out my Breitling
Now what do you call it, we balling so icy
Our song is so icy, Bricksquad not nice bitch
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Call me Guwop Macaroni
Make you stick yourself like Tony, n***a
Stick yourself for me, n***a
Don’t step on these ponies, n***a
Monkey nuts on all my guns
So yeah them is my homies n***a
I only fuck with killas, n***a
Don’t fuck with phonies, n***a
Mob meeting with the clique like Lucky Luciano n***a
Medusa head, Gianni, n***a, my shoes and belt is Pucci n***a
Why they call you Gucci Man and you head to toe Louie, n***a?
Like James Harden, re’d up on mils but I don’t play for Houston, n***a
On the cell with Meechy and he told me I’m the realest n***a
R.I.P. to Fat, shoutout to Webbie and free Boosie n***a
Three mil I got crazy diamonds, mental institution, n***a
Zone 6 14 year old killers, this the revolution, n***a
Racketeering and extortion and prostitution, n***a
Bentley just pulled over me and I’m on constitution, n***a
You hating, what you proving n***a?
Yo girl is a juicy n***a, you size me up, I fuck your bitch
You better not fuck with Gucci n***a

[Chorus: Young Thug]
My bitch got a body, she don’t speak no English
The Bentley on Bleveland, don’t look when you see me
That rarri on Mooreland, keep straight, don’t you look at me
Them gators got syphilis, her diamonds from Tiffany’s
Lil bitch I’m a demon, they know I’m a flight risk
I hold up my Rollie, I ice out my Breitling
Now what do you call it, we balling so icy
Our song is so icy, Bricksquad not nice bitch