Club Hoppin
Gucci Mane

Club Hoppin

[Hook: Gucci mane]
I'm up [x16]

[Verse 1: Gucci mane]
I'm hands on like a ipad (ipad)
Them racks in my pants look like thighpads (thighpads)
I hit it with the fork that's my dance
I hit it two times that's a slow dance
I ain't got time for the romance
Cocaine avalanche when I finance
I'm a laugh at ya I'm a throw a bomb at ya
Since you a crumb snatcher I'm a throw a crumb at ya
I ain't mad at ya, but ya got me bent backwards
I roll another swisher I don't like to smoke backwoods
Bricksquad bandana fool, trapped out since grammar school
Bricksquad atlanta crew, she got a bandana too

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 chainz:]
Yea I got that fire
For ya fyi
Nigga didn't respect me, it's hello, goodbye
All my hoes is dykin (dykin), all yo hoes is triflin (triflin)
Yea I got a pistol but the bullets from a rifle
Yea they call me deuce, I got deuces on my coupe
Put two swishers together look like I'm blowing on a flute
Yea nigga we up, we ride up on you
Ralph lauren teddy bear it's not winnie the pooh
Yea nigga we winnin, and spend it on these women
And I ain't playing soccer when I'm kicking it at lenox
Say what up to louie, say what up to fendi
Nigga know what we doin I make it so I spend it

[Hook]