Intro: Gucci Mane Em Southside Em Hah, it's Gucci! Em C It's Drop Top, Wizop, hoo! Skrr Em C If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon shoot you Chorus: Quavo Yeah! Em C You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye) Em C Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye) Em C Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon' f*ck up a bag (ye) Em C Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah) Em C In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!) Em C Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt) Em C Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye Em C Eat it up like it's a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!) Verse 1: Takeoff Em Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!) Em C Them niggas that flex in the back don't say nothin them niggas will k*ll for me Em Backends I got 'em asleep, on fleek C 100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!) Em Bitch I'm a dog, give my treat C Hop out the frog and leap (leap!) Em C I put them bricks in the Phantom, my bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner Em I used to break and then enter C Then Takeoff run 'em like the game of temple Em It's simple, I play with the mental C Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!) Em Canada 'cause I'm a money symbol C Walking with the racks I'm looking crippled (money!) Em F*ck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her!) C A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!) Em Not from L.A but I clip her (brrr!) C Double my cup, pour a triple Em Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my) C I'm not your average or typical (I'm not your) Em Look at my wrist and it's critical (look at the) C Hold it up, droppin' the temperature (droppin' the) Em I get that bag on the regular (bag!) C I got a bag on my cellular (brrr!) Em Backing up, bagging up vegetables C Baggin' up cookies, it's medical (cookies!) Em Cocaine, codeine, et cetera C Cocaine and lean, it's federal Em I take off, landin' on Nebula C 20 M's on my schedule (Takeoff!) Chorus: Quavo Yeah! Em C You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye) Em C Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye) Em C Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon' f*ck up a bag (ye) Em C Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah) Em C In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!) Em C Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt) Em C Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye Em C Eat it up like it's a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!) Verse 2: Gucci Mane Em I know that you niggas gettin' sick of me C These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece Em I won’t even like to freestyle for free C I put in the key and I ride the beat Em I won’t even come out the house for free C I pay a nigga to drive for me Em Jay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me C I do what I want ‘cause I’m signed to me Em I get the-I get the-I get the bag C They get the bag, had to cut it in half Em Stop the comparing, y'all makin’ me laugh C Need the rehab, I'm addicted to cash Em Convertible Wop, convertible top C My dope got a vertical, look at it hop (Skrrt-skkrt-skkrt) Em C And it jump out the pot came out of jail and went straight to the top Em Take it easy baby C Middle of Summer I’m freezin’ baby Em C Don’t leave me baby just drop to your knees and please me baby Em C I’m fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated Em C Congratulations, she bring me so good that I graduated Em They had to hate it C I don't f*ck with them niggas they plastic baby Em C I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters baby Em C It’s tragic baby, I pull up and f*ck up the traffic baby Em C I’m savage baby, I’m k*llin’ these niggas closed casket baby Chorus: Quavo Yeah! Em C You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye) Em C Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye) Em C Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon' f*ck up a bag (ye) Em C Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah) Em C In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!) Em C Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt) Em C Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye Em C Eat it up like it's a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)
