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Wop Wop
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, go

Verse 1: Gucci Mane
They say that I'm a clone, I'm not a human being Well damn
'Cause I can go numb and mute all my human feelings Huh
Got a murder on my belt, it's holdin' up my denim It's Gucci
I'm keepin' the feds out my biz', you tryna put 'em in 'em Racks
You say you wanna square off, well, fuck it, square off Well damn
Choppa knock ya hair off, it turned ya bare off Brr
I pray my haters get Corona', stop that coughin' on me Yeah
The last nigga ran up on me, in a coffin, homie Damn
I know the feds listen to me, they my competition
Couldn't beat me fair and square, so they recruited snitches You snitchеs
Put ya homie in the ICU, he needed stitches
Ya actin' gangster, but deep down, ya know y'all really bitches Pussy
I make a snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry Skrrt
They say I did it, I'm so rich, I still crank up the jury Yeah
They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey Vince
Everybody broke, I coulda retired early thirty Woo
Ran through like thirty million dollars in my early thirties Huh
I rep the 6 like Julius Erving, showtime like Sam Perkins Wow
These bitches eatin' these Percocets like they Boston Baked Beans Wow
Somebody pinch him 'cause he tryna be me, it's a dream It's Gucci

Verse 2: Big Scarr
Uh, used to sell dope at the schoolhouse, look at me now, I'm a rich fuckin' dropout, yeah
Perkys in my mouth, now I pop out, pull up on ya block, everybody get shot down, yup
Cartier shine when the lights out, he don't want the smoke, pussy nigga, better pipe down, uh
Got his main bitch, he wanna fight now, hit it from the back with my Glock in a nightgown
You know how that go, ain't got shit for a bitch, I ain't got shit for a ho
New foreign coupe with the butterfly doors
Made the bitch fly, see how fast we can go
They hate that I made this shit happen, I slept on a pallet
Post at the trap with the ratchet
I used to fuck with them ratchets but now I blew up, yeah, all of my bitches the baddest

Verse 3: Enchanting
I ain't savin' no ho, I'm a real-ass pimp
Bands in my pocket, why I got a lil' limp
Bitch, I'm poppin' like grease, see my name on a blimp Go
Pourin' out their heart, boy, these nigga be simp Yeah
Pour a four in my Sprite, now I'm leanin' Huh
I face blunts back to back for no reason Woo
Bitch it's East Side, I know 'em, I'm bleedin' Yeah
Kush all in my lungs when I'm breathin' Mmm, damn
I love a ho with a fat ass, boy, you a bitch wit' yo' rat ass Go
You stalkin' my shit wit' yo mad ass
Like Mike Jackson, do it, you badass
Step off in this bitch, it's a light show Bling
My diamonds hit without no lights though
I love a thick bitch with no lipo Ice
You hate me, your ho in my likes though
You love on that ho, I would never Damn
If she wanna ho, then I let her
I might stress me a bitch, never press her
All my guns, they come with a compressor
Thirty-two lighters all on my dresser
Testin' me, I'ma get you together
Bitch, I'm thuggin' no matter the weather
So Icy, we flockin' together

Verse 4: K Shiday & Key Glock
Plan it, I make me a pot, I get special delivery
Then that bitch hot, you a bundle of misery
Get off my top and your shawty on go because this year a bop
I got food stamps 'cause he always complainin'
He don't eat enough of that pussy, you playin'
You better be careful 'cause this shit is dangerous
Lay yo' ass out like a muhfuckin' stranger
I say, Burr, bitch, ice-cold, diamond grills all gold
Quick bag also, pussy niggas all fold
My attitude needed a Tic-Tac
I pulled his wig back, Swiper no swipin' the fox trap
Damn, I need all that, send me a stepper to solve that
Watch how my bitches resolve that
Fly as hell, bitch, what you call that
Tell shawty fall back, I can dissolve that
My energy right, I got stamina
Can't trust no nigga with money, they camera bluff
These niggas really ain't man enough, abracadabra, I see what's up
Caught that bitch cheatin', you peepin' her
Better think twice about keepin' her
Bitches got options, that nigga been fuckin' her Dummy
Glizock

Verse 5: Key Glock
Yeah, fly like a bird, fuck what you heard, bitch, I been makin' serves Serves
Uh, big body swerve, I fucked up my Forgiato on the curve The fuck
Yeah, codeine got me slurred, I'm drinkin' too much, spilled this shit on my shirt Uh
Yeah, I ball with no jersey, young nigga flexin', young nigga, no splurgin' Swish
Uh, Lord, please have mercy, I got two bitches with me emergin' Yeah
Bitch, better go join the circus, who you think I is I ain't buyin' no Birkin
My mama is the only lady I get a purse for
These Instagram bitches ain't nothin' but worrisome
I'm ridin' in a yellow Maybach, sippin' purple
And I got two straps on me, Glock, Urkel Bah, bah
Yeah, what the fuck you mean, huh Fuck you mean
Bitch, this a P.R.E., one on one, 17, dream team, yeah Bitch
Bitch, I ball like Kareem, uh Swish, and I'm 'bout my cream, yeah 'Bout my cream, uh
They say money talk well my diamonds do too and they sayin', Bling, nigga So Icy, yeah