[Verse 1: Gucci FlipFlops]

Hol up, its the White Pretty Flacko

White girls in my crib like a cocaine castle

Throwing 8s out like Matt Hassel

Only want 9s and aboves, fuck em on the rug

Let her rub and tug, suck and fuck

She so dirty, she like it raw

Slide in like socks in halls

Last name Stockton way she handles balls

Yeah, Gucci on the beat man

Killing it, killing it, I'm killing it like some beef man

Every beef I'm in I'm killing it

I smash it like so beef man, whoa that's kinda weird but I don't give a fuck

I'm just having fun out here

Gucci killing this shit again, every time

And you know it's true, and you know it's true

Every time I get on a beat ... you know it's true

[Verse 2: TeamJimmy]

Uh, you already know I ain't got no fucking problems

And even if I did, then you know the bank'll solve it

Look at all this, I got more pounds than a fat kid

Matter of fact, I get more meals than a fat kid

Fact is, I want it like it's not got already, so I come through

Your top's shot off, shit is messy, I come through

My soft top's off, car's cramberry, got hoes taking

Their tops off, it's hot, like I'm Nelly, the fact is

We hit the gas, sipping lean, higher than a hawk

Then we hit the gas, tire's screech, running from the cops

Damn, and you already know I walk it like I talk it

So if I say my dog's shot up your office, then don't doubt it

I go about it, like I have no housing

Like I don't make four thousand, by the hourly

Damn, and I'm about to go home with a freak

So excuse my French, but il est tard, allons y

[Verse 3: Khroam]

Yeah hoe, this the finale

Like Kenny said, turning shit up like a pep rally

Backyard looking like a farm with all the girls I rally

Xs strutting past me cause I'm tryna get up in that belly

Addyed up, bitch y'all can't reach me

Slumped off that purple and that potent weed

Didn't know K got bars like penitentiaries

I pull up to the spot and took a shot like I'm at puck's

Do i really look like a nigga who gives a fuck?

Cause i thought it was evident from the girls I fuck

Thought it was evident from all the fuckin; drugs took

Thought it was evident from all the fuckin' domes I shook

They say money make a nigga prince

But at least my nigga nigga rich

I be fuckin' your bitch in some flipflops at the mall

Cashout on everything, have a fuckin ball, I beast