[Intro: T.I. & Future]
(Wheezy Outta Here)
Fuck Fuck, Yeah
Fuck Fuck Fuck, Yeah
Okay
Ah ah okay

[Chorus: T.I. & Young Thug]
Gear shinin' out of a twenty (Okay, okay)
Ridin in a Bentley
Let me pay-up a ten piece (Totally)
Let these haters wear Fendi (Ah)
Always out to get me, hoe you can't be serious
Always out to get me, hoe you can't be serious


[Verse 1: T.I.]
Oh yeah yeah they think I'm dumb, I'm so enlightened
Oh okay, reachin elevator heights
I talk to God ask Him "what's yo advice?"
He told me "just stay solid еven when shit you hear you know a liе." (hmph)
Show your face make it your poker face
These n***as say they G but they lower case (bitch)
Let the lawyers speak it ain't no more to say
Lettin' it forever fuck these n***as shonuff fornicatin
New Bottega hold the paper
You see me in it bitch "you know it" flavor
It's kill the king and you ain't taught that how they got ta do ya
If I work with police it'd be to get a cop to shoot you (aaah! King!)
[Chorus: T.I. & Young Thug]
Gear shinin' out of a twenty (Okay, okay)
Ridin in a Bentley
Let me pay-up a ten piece (Totally)
Let these haters wear Fendi (Ah)
Always out to get me, hoe you can't be serious
Always out to get me, hoe you can't be serious

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Yeah, I told that bitch this not her bankroll (it's mine)
She mad I ain't drivin I let my car go (I ain't got it tho)
I think this bitch want see me dead dawg
She maxxed Baguettes on my sig dawg [?]
I told that bitch she could come now or later
Heartrate on the same speed but I don't get fast paper (woo!)
Cum on your mascara you can't crash later (you can't stay here)
Three shots like Reggie Miller with the damn Pacers (pow pow pow)
Don't matter what they say just stack the cash
I caught the Rolls truck and the Wraith on they hatin' ass (skurr)
I swear to God I love my snakes ain't cuttin the grass
Hard to tamper with the evidence they still passin' (aaah!)

[Chorus: T.I. & Young Thug]
Gear shinin' out of a twenty (Okay, okay)
Ridin in a Bentley
Let me pay-up a ten piece (Totally)
Let these haters wear Fendi (Ah)
Always out to get me, hoe you can't be serious
Always out to get me, hoe you can't be serious
[Verse 3: T.I.]
I swear when you public enemy number one
Man if they ain't got a story they'll make up sumthin
Use your voice to be righteous gotta fuck your face up some
Use your voice for the people play Jesus end up on the cross
Get lost in the sauce find out the shit wadn't as sweet as you thought
When I was about eleven I would run in the house
Ten years ahead of that y'all know me I was running the South (Bankhead)
Let longevity speak for me they just be running they mouth (King!)

[Chorus: T.I. & Young Thug]
Gear shinin' out of a twenty (Okay, okay)
Ridin in a Bentley
Let me pay-up a ten piece (Totally)
Let these haters wear Fendi (Ah)
Always out to get me, hoe you can't be serious
Always out to get me, hoe you can't be serious

[Outro: T.I.]
Oh okay