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Intro: Gucci Mane
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
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So Icey Boys
That boy Fizzle

Verse 1: BiC Fizzle
870 trench baby, you know the struggle raised me
Bein' broke ain't turned me down, that shit just got me motivated
Ivory loud, got on my shit and put my foot on all my haters Uh-huh
Money stackin' up in layers, look like I play for the Lakers Well damn
We gon' fuck from nine to five like this your job or I'ma trade ya
I won't waste none of your time or mine, I'd rather chase some paper
Trappin' too hard in the hood, I'm gettin' complaints from all the neighbors Woo
Like that young nigga too hot out here, he got so many flavors
I worked hard for what I got, so I won't let no nigga take it No
Wock' mix with my phantom pop, it got me movin' like the matrix
Know this shit 1K 4L, see, we got millions on the table
.223 find our traces, cross that line and Fizzle face it Boom

Verse 2: Cootie
Shh, who's that It's the Cooter Huh
Grab the fork and twerk it, twist it, twirl it like some noodles Woo, skrrt
I'm a big dog, fuck I look like runnin' with some poodles
You might think this was a pool hall, just look at all these shooters Damn
It's a celebration, bitch, another trapper made it
My ho jealous, bruh, I think my plug even hatin' Wow
I'm tired of niggas fuckin' up, then cryin' 'cause they can't pay me
They don't know who did it, but the nigga family still hate me What
You can't tell us nothin', bitch No, you see we made it out them trenches
In the game ballin' hard, bitch, we finally off them benches Go
The caption read, We winnin', with the trophy on the ending Woo
My girl jealous, say the Glock get more attention than extended Go

Verse 3: Gucci Mane
I can show you how to flip a fifty to a million Yeah
I got the Midas touch, they say I'm somethin' like a magician Voilà
I dropped the top, I'm chillin', now my car ain't got no ceiling Pew
Don't put your hands on Guwop or your limbs won't have no feeling Damn
CEO 'bout business, it's been blushin' 'bout this pendant
And you can't work the brand unless you gon' stand on the business
I can't take you serious, it's all fiction in your lyrics Damn
Your rap so fuckin' cap, not even your partner wanna hear it Wow
Straight from Arkansas, just gave these young niggas a chance Yeah
And how you call them country when my young niggas got bands Racks
We ballin' in Miami, yeah, I'm rockin' with the clan Go
And I can't do no dancin', all this money in my pants Gucci

Outro: Gucci Mane
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