[Verse: Young Dro, T.I., Mac Boney and Spodee]

I got a french supermodel, I give her bone jur

And I like [?]

I'm with my brothers, this shit here so Atlanta

We fuck up the city, we be like them niggas in Paris

I know these niggas embarrased, looking at a Haris

Primetime television, the label don’t get my vision

My reputation a legend, loyalty over peasants

These bitches like "I'm the shit", I'm like "shit, hoe who you telling?"

[?] maxomous, up there with exadous

All I need is X and Dub, to get these hoes ready, cause

Bitches want the dick from you, they don’t really want the love

Bitches wanna shop with you, kick it at the strip club

Different night, different shoes, all kind of trentch names

Christion, Michael, all kind of Vera Wangs

Baby I'm a gangsta, I don't play no games

This pistol, reefer, all kind of gold things

Spending 3 stacks in 13 nights, bitch I'm fly today

Anything I get on I annihilate

I get the feeling suckers looking at me sideways

Pussy nigga, you must wanna die today

If I was vegan and you was beef, I'd still eat it

You bustin to feed it, I'm with the cleaners, industrial squeegy

Ain't no doubt about it, duckin, I clutch it and squeeze it

My K German, but the techs from Russia and Sweeden

Any enomy we need defeated is easy for me, there's no need be worrying bout it

Come on, one of my gunners just got out of jail, he be there in a hurry

Saying my name in a song, you gon get layed out on your lawn

Shoot him [?]

You find out we better when pressure is on

Eh wait, I hit him in the Benz, Future’ll shoot ya

The audomor from Switzerland, the Swis account crusial

5 gaters with eyes that see where you is

Mafia clan, [?]

This is the mafia nigga, the mob

We don’t give a fuck if you run up and rob

Get yourself hurt, or worse in the durt

Been folling your gut, not folling your thirst

Ask your mom, you gon end up in a herse

Boy, watch how you talk in your verses

Eh boy, we got killers that ready to merk

A hundred [?] willing to work

Cairfull which one you let hop in your vert

The GPS [?]

From there, we just track him and hack him, stack him

Ride him and [?]

[?]

Topple the rivers, topple the dinner

I'm killin them niggas nobody remembers

And this is why I should be losing my temper

The crib is laced, concored space, mars

Everytime I spit, what come out my face? Bars

Straps and bones, we taking them iThe trap rocking, and [?] glockin [?]

Yello ice bitch, piss on the arm

Vietnamese bitch on the arm, she mixed with Japanese

Frank Muler, something sick on my arm

And you know I put piss on the charm

Sucka niggas look like a fall

Take a look into my crystal ball

Chill, a nigga make your bitch crawl

I was checking hoes all in [?]

Locking pounds off, nigga splitting up the cost

I came from the bottom [?]

Can’t play under me, I read you like [?]

[?] rapping and trapping like [?]

And till then I'm smoking swishers till my lungs hurt