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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I done robbed niggas, been robbed nigga I done shot niggas, been shot at nigga If you love your niggas you fire for your niggas Call Waka my nigga, I die for my niggas Spent seventy-five on this Rollie' Told her four-five like the police [?] ho, come show me Big Gucci O.G. like Tookie If you told her why just like Pookie Then I'm a gonna have to kill a junky Since Nino snitched at the end my nigga he cannot be my role model Like Big Meech, like John Gotti I ain't never told on nobody Got tear drops, but nobody Blew your brains out your head to make you think about it I'm cancerous, on the dangerous And I don't need no nigga, I can handle this I got good aim, I don't panic quick And I have a nigga funeral candle lit Like Dunk say, you wanna rob nigga, well me and you probably on the same shit This ain't a lick, and I don't know you 'For I shake your hand, I put a hole in it You ain't gonna bring me my bread nigga, can't interfere with my money I'm a put change on your head nigga, can't interfere with my money Heard you snitching to the feds nigga, they can't interfere with my money I ain't got time to be playing with ya', can't interfere with my money Heard you ain't got no money no more, but it can't interfere with my money Say that you running up on me nigga, but it can't interfere with my money Fronted you some and you still ain't paid, but it can't interfere with my money Like I'm a bitch, I'm gon' let you play, but it can't interfere with my money [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] See the rap game like the trap game, so you can't interfere with my money Treat these rap niggas like little kids, when you do wrong you get punished I'm an M.C. but I'm from the street, these fuck niggas ain't one-hundred Got [?] on my handgun, so my nine hold 'bout two-hundred Seen a YouTube, 'bout a nigga saying that he gon' do me then run it But the only thing he gon' do is start running when I start gunning 'For I talk to you I'm busting nuts, [?] crack your bone marrow Let your brother be your [?], shoot you in your head like [?] All my niggas got pistols on 'em, all my guns got extensions on 'em [?] your favorite rapper turned victim homie And no witnesses to be snitching on me Say the nigga died with his pistol on him Crime scene, taking pictures of him Had a [?] funeral and a shower for him When you see the nigga, lay a flower on him [Hook] [Verse 3: OG Boo Dirty] Gangster as I wanna be, mobbing to the third degree No nigga gon' fuck with me, I keep them shooters 'round me And I don't really fuck with nigga, why the fuck they trying me? My hand where that nine be, two shots through your eyelids These rap niggas getting distorted, that's why I'm glad I'm a trap nigga Million dollar strap nigga, brains in your lap nigga O.G. of my city, check my status nigga Shooting like John [?] nigga My goons automatic nigga When it's time to ride out, my niggas don't hide out Choppers in the hideout, time to break the iron out We killing for them rubber bands, bombing like Afghanistan Pull up in a Hummer truck, spit fire out like I'm drummer boy [Hook]
