[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]

Shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi

Tennis shoes my choices ain't shit changed but my bottom

Ain't shit lame 'bout my partners

Your bitch came to my house to get fucked by my roster

My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah

These niggas don't want no problems, yeah

I can see it in their eyes, the feeling's in my heart

Got me thinkin' through my mind

And I can't hide the feeling inside

I don't know how I feel like this but shit just got real like this

[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]

Rich Homie, this feeling, man it on vibe

And can't no suckers get in my ride

So I slowly let them Forgis glide

Now let that marinate while your bitch get in my ride

She can't believe her eyes, the ghost came suicide

I'm trapping in Guisseppe, gotta make a play, bae let's ride

In traffic with goons behind me, my dawgs gon' spray them chromes

And if you got a problem, my god I'm 'fraid I'm drunk

Rich Homie where they do, it's your boy Longway

I count a lot of cash, my homies hold AKs

And if you try to pass, make sure you saying grace

My homies at your ass, aiming at your face

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]

I say my shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi

Tennis shoes my choices ain't shit changed but my bottom

Ain't shit lame bout my partners

Your bitch came to my house to get fucked by my roster

My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah

These niggas don't want no problems, yeah

I can see it in their eyes, the feeling's in my heart

Got me thinkin' through my mind

And I can't hide the feeling inside

I don't know how I feel like this but shit just got real like this

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Yeah I don't put sixes on her, she should put fours on

I told her wear it just so I could fuck her with her clothes on

50 bitches hit my line in jail on my cellphone

I'm the nigga in the Enzo been standing out of XO

Niggas say he got the sticky icky purp velcro

Say he got a truck load, tell me what I don't know

Niggas that I run with will rob Wells Fargo

Got a clip and a gun in every pocket of my cargo

Half a million dollar worth of bales in my condo

Frisco, oreo, nigga not Nabisco

I'm in molly world, I done hurled on my girl and my shell toes

Snuck up in the club with a pint and a elbow

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]

I say my shooter holding my pistol as I switch lanes in that Audi

Tennis shoes my choices ain't shit changed but my bottom

Ain't shit lame bout my partners

Your bitch came to my house to get fucked by my roster

My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah

These niggas don't want no problems, yeah

I can see it in their eyes, the feelings [?] through my mind

And I can't hide the feeling inside

I don't know how I feel like this but shit just got real like this