(feat. Gucci Mane)




[Intro: Big Boi + (Gucci Mane)]

Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo

All the hoes say, (Hah, Hah, Hah, It's Gucci)

Here we go A-town! C-post!

Cutmaster Swiff, down your throat

Boy stop!!!! 



[Verse One: Big Boi]

Sir Luscious Left Foot's on fire

Trying to block my shine just ain't gone happen so don't try

Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit

Inking hit up after hit, This penmanship is so legit

I came equipped like a prophylactic, now they riding dicks 

+Lifestyling+ on these suckers out here tryin to buy they bitch

Now they rich try to convince everybody to trick off

But a true boss done paid the cost, she giving away her drawers

Word to the +Brown, James+, she some chicken chowmein

Really mayn you done said the silly things

And the fella Dana Dane, boy, you cuffed and claimed a dame

Hey, my main thang got my last name, got all her, mayn



[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty

Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up?

Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up

I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty

Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute

I can't close my safe no more cause I got too much money in it



[Verse Two: Gucci Mane]

They put Gucci in a cell, did my deal went to jail

I make music, I make movies, I need Tyler Perry's cell

Loud smell coming out the Lamb', fuck it, what the hell

Gucci Mane, so I'm Gucci down, she got on Chanel

In the cut rolling stupid kush like I'm in a rush

In the club with half a pound, 150 blunts

Zone 6 Atlanta, fuck with me the longest

So I shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on

On the block with the stupid watch, boy you need to stop

When I stop everybody watch, car don't have a top

And stretch cost a stupid check, rolling up the pack

Now I'm gone, I can't even flex, Eastside where you at?



[Chorus]



[Verse Three: Big Boi]

Can't be tripping bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe,

The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can get up and walk away, shawty

With my southern drawl, awkwardly I spray 

Like the backside of a skunk and the stash house with the pump

Pistol whip in my lap at all times in the 'Llac 

From Atlanta to Savannah, can a nigga stop that?

Not when God's got his hands on me only the strong survive

And the weak minded are falling by the wayside

They try But which I overcome and succeed, indeed

But with success comes a great responsibility

We chose to lead not follow, It's a hard pill to swallow

Better get prescriptions filled cause there might not be tomorrow



[Chorus]



[Outro: Big Boi + (Gucci Mane)]

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

A-Town representer (Hold-hold-hold up)

East Point, College Park

Decatur, Yeah!

I got me armor on, sword and shield on deck