[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm just a young n***a, don't give a fuck
Tryna run these bands up, your bitch is a hitchiker, cause she got her thumb up
Thumbin through half a mill, I'm bout to fuck my thumb up
Multimillionaire, but Gucci still can't blow the bomb up
Run up, Imma gun you down, smokin gangsta out the pound
If your girlfriend friends fine, Imma dick 'm down
Faces faces faces
I go to sleep, wake up and then I phone them places
That pistol in my trunk crazy
Look at the planet, how is it overpopulated
Atlanta's just full of so many millionaires fighting cases
They took food out my mouth, my mama baby

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Got a cup full of pain, and a blunt full of problems
Man, I feel like I'm going crazy
Got a bad bitch that's insane, and she tattoo my name
She tryna trap me, have my baby
And I ain't goin out like that, out like that
I ain't goin out like that, out like that

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Rhims on sick, n***a, you know what it is
Ain't trippin bout no bitch, n***a, penthouse how I live
Whoever might try to beat me, n***a, shout out for the kill
And they hate that my paint wet, and they hate the shinin of my ryms
And I'm killin these n***as for real, and I'm tellin you like it is
I'm here, no fear
No leader, no chill
I fuck her, don't feel
And you scared bout them headshots, no gunplay, no kill
So if you wanna make it happen, I got your main bitch her pussy fat, and it clappin
And I got Big Bank Black with me, and I got my strap with me
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Got a cup full of pain, and a blunt full of problems
Man, I feel like I'm going crazy
Got a bad bitch that's insane, and she tattoo my name
She tryna trap me, have my baby
And I ain't goin out like that, out like that
I ain't goin out like that, out like that

[Verse 3: Big Bank Black]
You so wrong, you deadass wrong
Bitch, you know that ain't my baby, stop textin my phone
Got a shoe fetish, so many in my closet
On my grind 24, cause gots to get more
Ain't goin out bad, I don't rep flags
All this mob shit to the death, fuck all the swag
These n***as so phoney, everything round me Gucci, I got Rich Homies
They can't stop me, could never bomb me
I'm on that mission impossible, that spy shit, n***a
Big Bank Black, I leave you lyin flat
You got the whole city here, you couldn't stop that

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Got a cup full of pain, and a blunt full of problems
Man, I feel like I'm going crazy
Got a bad bitch that's insane, and she tattoo my name
She tryna trap me, have my baby
And I ain't goin out like that, out like that
I ain't goin out like that, out like that