[Intro: Gucci Mane]

(Rio)

Burr gang, leave a nigga cold

(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane]

It ain't my business, it ain't my beef, I ain't on no side

Y'all got guns and we got guns, but we don't post ours

Lil' Q poppin' like a giant, he just 4'5''

Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them niggas your size

These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides

These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides

They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties

They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I made it from the streets, it ain't no mercy on these streets (Nah)

It's hot as mercury, these boys'll murk you on these streets

These bitches double dutch, so quick to jump a nigga sheets

Got niggas slick competin' with niggas I ain't even competin' (Facts)

If you talk behind my back, no need to dap me when you see me (No)

'Cause I ain't gon' shed no tear when they pick you up off the cement

A real dope boy, I make it flood in any season

While rappers goin' broke and blame corona as the reason

I showed some niggas kindness , they mistook that I was weak (Weak)

I told them I was stackin', they just thought that I was cheap (Cheap)

If I took it, I was mad, I still ain't finna give it back

No, "Oops, sorry, my bad," consider that shit as a tax (Sorry)

So buy some Stacy Adams and a couple ties to match (Damn)

This MAC came with a shoulder strap, the only thing retract (Yup)

4PF and 1-0-1-7, four tires, we flat

And we ain't with that pitty-pat shit, we rat-ta-ta-tat (Tat)

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane]

It ain't my business, it ain't my beef, I ain't on no side

Y'all got guns and we got guns, but we don't post ours

Lil' Q poppin' like a giant, he just 4'5''

Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them niggas your size

These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides

These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides

They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties

They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]

Doin' songs for Gucci Mane, now I done ran them stupid bands up

Make Lil Stupid shoot your mans up, it's a robbery, put your hands up

They see me, they switch the channel, I'm the real deal Atlanta

Ain't no monkeys in the middle, play both sides, you get dismantled

Talk my shit, I got my hammer

Fuck that bitch, I ain't got no manners

Can't hit that shit, that's not my standard

She caught my drift, she like my grammar

I keep me a dirty Fanta, I'm ridin' 'round in this dirty Phantom

I'm 'bout gettin' business handled, I ain't sendin' no worries at 'em

I ain't with no chitter-chatter, keep a bad one

Her ass fatter than the last one

We be takin' shit, no askin', we be breakin' bricks out plastic

Everybody lit, go ask 'em, I be in the 'Vette, the fast one

And I got the C8, you don't wanna see Baby

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane]

It ain't my business, it ain't my beef, I ain't on no side

Y'all got guns and we got guns, but we don't post ours

Lil' Q poppin' like a giant, he just 4'5''

Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them niggas your size

These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides

These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides

They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties

They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties