[Intro]Ughh, Flocka! Gucci! 'Rarri, Boyz!Ay Tity Boi what's happenin mane?We turnt up mane, shout to the whole city maneUhh, uhh, uhh (Brick Squad monopoly)
[Waka Flocka Flame]Half a pint in my two liter, I just slow sipThis that mud drank, my 'rarri go hard in the paintPulled up dancin right, hopped out flexin iceNiggaz'll give they life, just to live my lifeBitches yellin loud, walkin through the crowdWith a triple cup (po' po' po' me up)'burry game clique, flags in the skyWalkin through the God I swear to God I'm in the skyAstronaut high, I'm that guyStacks on stacks, racks on racksI keep mud on standbyGot some real niggaz that you cain't even stand by
[Chorus]I just slow sip (po' po' po' me up)Styrofoam cup (tri-tri-triple cup)This that mud drank, fo' ounces and a one literThis that mud drank, half a pint in my two liter(Po' po' po' me up) styrofoam (tripled up)(Po' po' po' me up) styrofoam (tripled up)This that mud music, this that mud drankStyrofroam cup (tri-tri-triple cup)
[Gucci Mane]Styrofoam cup we po'n up, Gucci, Flock', blowin upWe so fuckin up, all our foes they be duckin usI'm a jack boy, you a jackassYou must dress in the dark with yo' tacky assI'm Big Gucci, cool guap'Got 80 grand in my khaki pantsTity's on the scene, yeah that's my teamBSM yeah that's my sceneI'm a millionaire, that's realityYou want a mill' that's a fuckin dreamI'm on mine, got two ninesThrow my watch in the air to let time flyI'm DUI, I'm too highYou heard that young nigga I'm too flyThugged out young nigga I'm 'bout my breadDon't want no pussy girl givin me headWe ain't even gotta stop to use the bedAy-ain't no need to fuck up the spreadI'm drinkin, I'm thinkinAll the real niggaz we linkinMy Brick Squad all be down on hanginSippin lean done got me famous, Gucci!
[Tity Boi]Yeah, mud, mud, Gucci!This that kickstand, campaignOver they head like an airplaneBrang yo' gurl to the club 'round meand my niggaz then she fail game2 Chainz, I'm too muchEvery time I fuck I get two nutsEvery time you see me I'm with two slutsI ain't in or out 'less the Coogi cutPromethazine, contrabandTold them folks we a country bandBrick Squad, duffle bagBunch of knucklehead niggaz sayin "Fuck the feds"My bread long like Subway, Louis' on, unlazeredAnd I ain't talkin money when I hit you with this one caperI need two mo', two litersI got bass like two speakersIt must be (Do or Die)cause these niggaz out here "Po' Pimpin"All we doin is slow sippinI be on that codeineI got fo' zips'Bout to po' it on this ice cream, ughh!