[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Keep hustling, dog, stay down
Keep serving nicks 'til you wear the fucking crown
On my side of town it goes down
Shop with you three times and rob your ass the fourth
Pack in, so these young n***as working
Pulled up on your block in the Maybach with boss curtains
Never could be broke with a loaded pistol
Stay down in the trap 'til the laws get you
Uh, ayy, shout out to the real n***as
Hoes is showing my jewelry, fans snapping pictures
I got money, I got guns and I'm 'bout the issue
May the Lord be with you when them fuckin' hollows hit you

[Interlude: Waka Flocka Flame & Eldorado Red]
Clayton County, Clayton County
Yeah, uh
Jefe, n***a (Yeah, look)

[Verse 2: Eldorado Red]
Blood on my hands, I done got my hands dirty
N***as went to playing games, so we went to murkin'
Gun fights, court trials
No witnesses, so they had to throw it out
'Til the death of me I'ma be a living legend
Rich crest king, n***a, you a fuckin' peasant
Wise guy, I got mob ties
Feds follow me around, I live a mob life
I give the order, n***as getting whacked
Pull up on the set, my young n***as got that sack
I supply the town when I come around
Me and Waka Flocka, n***a, we gon' gun you down
[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
I was born in a family full of drug dealers
Started sellin' dope as a young n***a
I make a hustle you ain't never seen, n***a
Used to smoke reggie, now I smoke OG, n***a
On everything I love I'll put you on your feet, n***a
I don't need a bitch, them free bands sleep with me
And everything I got I got it off the jugg, mister
Do what the fuck I wanna do 'cause I'm a boss, n***a
And every third time I serve you, take you off, n***a
Brick Squad Monopoly, shake the dice, n***a
Park at my place, we ain't gon' do you right, n***a
Young Scooter, Flocka Flame, on sight, n***a