[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all n***as talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the n***a they watching
You keep buying pussy man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
N***as keep on poppin’ shit, my n***as gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Ain’t no reason for stoppin’
Catch me squeezin’ and poppin’
Gucci speedin’ in that Rari
My Lamborghini beside it
I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare
What you make in a year, we throw that shit in the air
My interviews got more views than your video
Movin’ them birds got a n***a walking pigeon toed
I can’t believe I got away with all that shit I sold
You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my shit off dope
I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper
He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after ‘em
Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle
If you fuck with me it gon’ be your life on the ground that matter
[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all n***as talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the n***a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
N***as keep on poppin’ shit, my n***as gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherfuckin’ jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge
I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug
I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club
I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood
These n***as lyin’
But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring
And I’m hiring
My shooters firing, you hearing sirens
Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up
My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up
Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up
And if these n***as keep on poppin’ shit, my n***as’ll pop up
[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all n***as talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the n***a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
N***as keep on poppin’ shit, my n***as gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 3: Ralo & Gucci Mane]
I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
I hear y’all n***as talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya
Don’t you give me shit ‘cause I’m gon’ take it from ‘em
I hated from ‘em
Pull up on ‘em, now we take your bomb, he lookin’ dumb
We got more cabbage than a farm
Got more game than a don
Ain’t gotta give a bitch a crumb
And she still gon’ give me some n***a
I get that cash on the regular
All of these bitches be negative
None of these n***as competitive
Tell the robbers that there’s better deals
I won’t fall man, I never trip
I’ma ball and buy another whip
Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed
Instagrams, extra clips
[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all n***as talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the n***a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
N***as keep on poppin’ shit, my n***as gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery