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Verse 1: Gucci Mane
Redid my grill in July, that bitch like Fourth of July Damn
Fly Emirates to Dubai, might just stay fly, the new fives Yup
I put your pop on Fox Five Pop, Mr. 11 Alive
My hood bang B's like a hive Wow, they might shoot dice with your life
It's suicide, you try Gucci It's Gucci, you must be stupid or high Huh
You must be death struck or depressed 'cause you know you gonna die Pow, pow
I'm an ape out a cage, I'ma die of old age Wow
Nigga, this me, I'm so paid, I get 'em whacked on the stage Shh
Get him stripped in the studio like a ho on the stage Go, go
Gucci Mane and 1017, we got the crowd in a rage
Mr. Moreland Avenue, I trick your boy at the blaze Guwop
That was back in the day, but I'm still stuck in my ways It's Gucci

Chorus: Enchanting & Gucci Mane
We put your homeboy on a shirt, we gon' sell it like it's merch
Put that nigga in the dirt and I know your feelings hurt
You can't come to where I'm from, you get robbed or you get murked
If you scared, then go to church, smoke a opp like he was purp' It's Gucci
We put your homeboy on a shirt, we gon' sell it like it's merch
Put that nigga in the dirt and I know your feelings hurt
You can't come to where I'm from, you get robbed or you get murked
If you scared, then go to church, smoke a opp like he was purp'

Post-Chorus: Enchanting
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide Ah
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide Ah

Verse 2: K Shiday
Say I stop the clock, release the shocks, I'm '90s baby, crater rock Woo
Forgot to hold myself, we pick it up, I can't control myself Uh-uh
It's bad that I'm the bitch who with the shit, I know the hurt they felt
Diamond grills come from the field, you know my young niggas be holdin' that
Take one, take one, take two, they feelin' blue, got Benji flippin' Benjicoot Who
And he be playin' peek-a-boo, I see you, nigga, look at you
I'm so icy in the summer, I'm so icy in the winter Brr
I'm so icy like a comma, 1017 in all black Sprinters Skrrt
Know I only fuck with winners, ayy, VC learnin', straight beginner Uh
I'm a cold-hearted bitch Uh, hurt your feelings, got you pissed Uh
Suck your soul, snatch your kids, have you runnin', slit your wrists
Ain't no tellin' when I'm lit, I bust your head down with your sticks

Chorus: Enchanting & Gucci Mane
We put your homeboy on a shirt, we gon' sell it like it's merch
Put that nigga in the dirt and I know your feelings hurt
You can't come to where I'm from, you get robbed or you get murked
If you scared, then go to church, smoke a opp like he was purp' It's Gucci
We put your homeboy on a shirt, we gon' sell it like it's merch
Put that nigga in the dirt and I know your feelings hurt
You can't come to where I'm from, you get robbed or you get murked
If you scared, then go to church, smoke a opp like he was purp'

Post-Chorus: Enchanting
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide Ah
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide
Ooh, ah, boy, you know you not gon' slide Ah