[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]I'm a real nigga, talking 'bout what I really haveCause I fucked a nigga bitch, that's why he really madHit a nigga in his head, I be really gladSince the day I lost Dunk, I been really sadA nigga make a hit and dip, will he really last?A nigga say he hold you down but will he really blast?They say I'm worth fifteen M's but that ain't really shitAnd I ain't content with what I got, got to be really richSold dope on the really, was broke on the reallyIf you really wanna get it then you know I'm with itReally wanna go to war with me, not reallyYou wanna get it then you gonna get itYou worth a mill', not really reallyI ain't all in your businessIf it's not your girl not really really, then why is it hurting your feelings?
[Hook x2: Gucci Mane]My young niggas, they really readyStraps cocked, are readyThese rap niggas are really scary, talk loud but ain't reallyWe tote choppers like military, niggas gotta get passed usYour girl with me, you really married, damn I'm fucking your marriage
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]On the real these rappers pussy, nah really, straight upBut meanwhile I'm in my traphouse, with 'bout six different flavorsBut fuck that, let's get to itTook out my scale, broke down the bale, and my clientele ran straight through itDrinking mud, riding through the city, yupSelling pea's out the coupe really, yupPaid fifteen K for my S.S. and invested another fifty, yupThese rap niggas they don't wanna see me, nahGuess a bitch with me taking off her draws'Smoking weed and laughing, burning rubber while I'm running from the lawReally, fuck you nigga come get meI'm a Cashtank nigga and all we do is get money, you feel me?Know there's two Glock's with me, yupGot that boy Guwop with me, yupDowntown rooftop chilling, yupQuarter mill' on the floor, really
[Verse 3: Rulet 1017]Nigga I'm bickin' back and I'm boolin'Drop the top, and then foolishFinessing game with your main bitch, now my pockets is stupidFuck with Gucci, get you an issueYou pussy soft, like tissueHundred K'll get you knocked outPut me in the ring, get boxed outSo I jump on the stage, get the team real hypeGucci throw a cup and the whole squad fightBottles on me, so we pouring all nightNigga get a trippy [?] nightI'm jumping out that coupe, I lost my damn roofThank God that boy so fly, we don't need no parachuteSo I'm chasing after fix, squeezing on these triggersBank account six figures, kick my feet up, Louie slippersVacation in the Hampton's, rockstar Marilyn MansonAll for that check, I hold a nigga ransom