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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Aye, Southside (?)
Guwop (Gucci)
Eskimo shit, homie
Evil Genius, Wop

It’s Gucci
Shoutout my partner Rozay
Eskimo shit, ni***
What, ni***, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Give ‘em hell
Got lil baby from the Chi, she be Chanel
(?) flow, I swear she rock them solid tips (brr brr)
Said she f*** with Z Money, he signed his self (Z Money, it’s Guwop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh well
They call me Guwop, I got so much clientele (skr skr)
Fresh as hell, in East Atlanta, I’m the mayor (EA)
I signed Pablo, he told me, “Go get Mal and Quill” (Blo, Mal)
‘Cause we so trill (Quill, Wop)

Yeah, f*** 12, I’m a Eskimo myself (brr brr)
Can’t sign no snitch ass ni***, that would hurt my rep (no)
Found out he pu***, told him keep the cash and dip

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Yung Mal]
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[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Real niggas only, y’all niggas, y’all some hoes
Yeah, ni***, we froze, yeah, ni***, we Eskimos (1017 shit)
Yeah, they didn’t know that we used to be poor
Yeah, drippin’ designer, ooh, from my head to my toe

F*** on your ho, go get the dough (go get it)
Then I go get me some mo’ (I need it)
Used to trap dope at the stove (I used to)
Ooh, whippin’ the dope
Yeah, Dolce Gabana peacoat (dingy)

I’m ballin’ like Gucci the coach (I’m ballin’)
Step on these niggas, you just a lil roach (lil roach)
Yeah, rich ni*** like Lil Boat (rich nigga)
Water on my neck the coast (water)

Look in my eyes and they say don’t approach (look at me, nigga)
Cookin’ the chickens on the pot like roasts (boom)
All my hundreds blue just like my Locs (blue hundreds)
All my bitches bad, they do the most (she bad)

I be poppin’ tags to jump in the Ghost
Gotta watch your swag, they takin’ down notes
Swear bitches like the jewellery, make ‘em vote

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Yung Mal]
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[Verse 3: Yung Mal]
Iceberg, yeah, I see you hang from over here
Hatin’ ni*** (pussy), that chopper hit your ass from over here
All these hoes on my dick ‘cause I signed me a deal
Better sign to Big Wop if you want you a mil’

Bust down on my left wrist, I should’ve bought a crib (ice)
The pack just touched down, that’s a football field
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Pocket full of crip blue hundreds, need a wheelchair

We ain’t had shit, we were waitin’ on some welfare
Now we up, bitch, we got racks tucked everywhere
Wifey made it, diamonds crystal clear, yeah
Got so much cash, this shit not fair

I fuc*** the bitch once, but I ain’t bought no hair
We can take a trip, might fly on the (?)
Hop out the bitch and I’m fresh in Moncler
Yeah, ride with the stick on the front door
Yeah, 75 on my neck and I ain’t near done yet

Try to reach for my shit, wouldn’t dare
Can’t show no love to no ni***, wouldn’t dare
All the bullshit goin’ in and out one ear
They broke, I don’t care

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Yung Mal]
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