Yeah, yeah
Gucci, Gucci
Aye man, check this out
This just for the record
(SALEM) fake man
Not a thug man
A wanksta man, I mean gangsta
Actor, I mean rapper
NBC, I mean CTE
Finna get outta
The dope game hard, the rap game easy
The dope game hard, the rap game easy
I’m the East Atlanta boss
Dirty South like Slim Thugga
Jeezy can make a hit with a Louisville Slugger
Slap hoes, cane pimps, No Slick Pulla
Punch Kinky B dead in his dick sucka
Poppin’ on thе radio, boy that’s a- boy that’s a-
Ridin round with HB, smokin’ on the cheap junk
Played you on a vеrse, ’cause I know you was a big crab
Paid Lil Will to sing the hook for a fifty slab
Did investigations, now I know ya background
Heard you from Hawkinsville, thirty miles from Mac Town
Think you got a buzz cause you known at Strokers?
Got three deals but the… still local
The dope game hard, the rap game easy
The dope game hard, the rap game easy
Yous’ a perfect example of what a crab is
Choppa hit ya, make ya scream out ya ad-libs
Yeah, let’s get it!
Gucci voice on it then the hood gon’ feel it
He’s a perfect example of what a crab is
Choppa hit ya, make ya scream out ya ad-libs
Yeah, let’s get it!
Gucci voice on it then the hood gon’ feel it
That 645 he leasing it
In Icy video wearing Meech’s
Three cents off a album what Jeezy gets
Put a dress on, you Meech’s
You a thug impostor
You deserve an Oscar
Album ain’t hot, Def Jam finna drop ya
Hangin’ round the Ball Park
Claimin’ you from Boulevard
Old #ss Ferrari, you bought that from Pull-A-Part
Nothin’ to lose, nothin’ to prove
Might as well beef witcha, nothing better to do
Think ya on cause ya brung yourself a bird or two?
Outside 285 no one has heard of you
You can check my Glock work, you ain’t got these
Mac 11’s, HK’s, Carbon 15’s
I got some lil shooting, only 16s
They don’t ask questions
They just shoot till the clip clean
Now let me tell y’all something quick
That fat he dissed
Around and say the word
His #ss is 6’6″
And imma treat his #ss just like a
So all that text message banging ain’t the trade of a Crip
I got the hundred round clip, with the MAC-10 under my trench coat
If I don’t find Jeezy I can always catch Coach
Popping all that, spreading “he say, she say”
Gon earn you a gangsta in ya grill like ya DJ
My whole team RD, flags on the left side
Gucci got the East, Black Mag on the westside
You Def Jammin’ with that fat limp
Ya both A.S.S. so you belong with Jigga
The dope game hard, the rap game easy
The dope game hard, the rap game easy
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