[Verse 1: Giggs]
Nightmares, give these n***as hysterias
Jokers, n***as is serious (mmm!)
Everybody's strapped up, posted
Chilling in areas
Everybody's got that pistol
Couldn't get near us (nah!)
Everybody's got talk
Everybody wants some
Everybody's got guns
Yeah, everybody's got one (yeah)
Hit him with the hand ting
Or get him with the long one
Man gon' get a little wrong done
Man gon' get him in the long run (switch it)

[Bridge: Giggs]
Hold 'em and poke that wanker
This that ultimate gangsta
This that n***as don't want no smoke
'Cause this that ultimate cancer
N***as ain't jumping no boat
My n***as ain't throwing no anchor (anchor)
N***as just roll up and smoke man
N***as just going out gangsta (mmm!)
N***as just roll up, want big noise
N***as just blow up that tanker (Pap pap pap pap!)
N***as wanna roll with them big boys
Biggest authority stamper (yes)
N***as ain't sipping no cups
So nuttin' don't flow with no Fanta
Thinking these n***as is wet
Now n***as is going out damper (yes!)
[Verse 2: Giggs]
I said Batman
They thought man was joking
When I'm talking bout' dressing all black
A n***a was scopin'
'Cause I'm fucking this rap shit
N***as is sulking (sulking)
Fuck your little chit chat talk show
N***as is smoking (smoking)
N***as ain't getting no cash now
N***as just coping (no cash)
N***as just looking Macauley
N***as is coking (Ha!)
You can just get hit with that .40
Or n***a gets poking (Poking)
Man have got me thinking it's game time
When they see a n***a get coaching (yeah)

[Hook: Giggs & 2 Chainz]
Man have got shooters
N***as just get them
N***as just get them
N***as just ate them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them, ate them
N***as just swept them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them (2 Chainz!)
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
I got to war in a suit
I hit the chick in a glut
The condo, it came with a coupé
The Southside ain't been the same since we launched T.R.U
This is the real street category
Rocking more rings than Robert Horry
Flow real nasty like a lavatory
No more of me in the inventory
Yeah, out with the clip on the side
I got my dick on her thigh
Wrists don't fuck with you lie
Pistol on 4th of July
N***a, I hate when you lie
Bankroll thicker than Nicki Minaj
Ah, make em sit like it's a dog
Ah, sipping the rod, you can smell it for a mile
Uh, check the stats, man
See what they do to a black man
I'm still undefeated even when I'm shooting jump shot
For some money in the trash can
And my holster got embroidery
When they see me they recording me
Got a grill, n***a? Show your teeth
They ain't yours, n***a, show your lease
Yeah, that man
I'm just running up a sack man
In the backseat with my feet
On the partition, simply relaxing
Tryna' put a line between me and you?
Call that a fraction
Thinking I don't know how to act?
Shit, I'm about that action (jheeze!)
Uh, drinkin' on that Act'
Shit, talking 'bout the trap
Walk around with racks
Walk around with straps
Walk around with SKs
Been rich for a decade
Tatted up like a esé
I really fell in love with how the TEC spray
Ultimate gangsta
I don't give a finuck
Pull up in a trinuck
N***a better dinuck
Turn your ass to dinner
Save you for some leftovers
Run up on you from the right side
And shoot you in your left shoulder
[Hook: Giggs]
Man have got shooters
N***as just get them
N***as just get them
N***as just ate them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them, ate them
N***as just swept them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them
N***as just get them