15th and the 1st (feat. YG Hootie)

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Ay, Gucc' Mane

We good right now, man

Give mine the goods, man

It's a white girl in town, name is cocaine

It's some dirty birds in town, Gucci Mane and Waka Flame

We fly in, I'm buyin', say you got more birds, you lyin'

You tryin' and lyin', you boys ain't supplyin'

I pitch like Nolan Ryan, got cocaína fryin'

My partners stick up kids, duct tape rope they gon' tie in

In the bushes they lied in all night, that's my word

By the end of the mornin', they left with them birds

And I'm gone off that purp, and I'm slurrin' my words

I swerved in my Benz, banged my Forgi's on the curb

The lean, the herb, pay me like the first

You cross Bricksquad, get hurt, I got work, Gucci

My homeboys'll get you, pay you on the thirty-third

Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin' on my words

Undertaker car, triple black drop bird

Stomach full of money, so hunnids I'ma burp

All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st

Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin' on my words

Undertaker car, triple black drop bird

Stomach full of money, so hunnids I'ma burp

All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st

Five grand for a head shot

Boy, don't be no Flintstone and get your bed rocked, ****

Triple red drop, all saints through the pop 'n' lock

Where I'm from, young **** shootin' at the cops

Where I'm from, they thuggin'

My hood right side, ****, green flaggin'

Lay your ass down if you do too much braggin'

Three Ks, four Glocks, ****, that's swaggin', uh

Penalized, then goes the Packer-Man

Rich as hell, you would think I was a cracker, man

I don't know 'em, get ba-ba-back 'em, man, fuck 'em, then

Throwin' stacks in the club, what that ass do?

Every girl gettin' past you

Shake that ass, bump that ass, some of that rent due

Robbin' every **** that ain't Hit Squad, Blood, or Piru

Flocka

My homeboys'll get you, pay you on the thirty-third

Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin' on my words

Undertaker car, triple black drop bird

Stomach full of money, so hunnids I'ma burp

All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st

Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin' on my words

Undertaker car, triple black drop bird

Stomach full of money, so hunnids I'ma burp

All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st

Half a million dollar, jury like, fuck that bird

**** screamin' they want beef, I'm like, roger that

My album didn't sell, so I'm layin' **** down

Shootin' every **** that burp, sneeze, or fuckin' frown

Forty carats on my bracelet, my Polo black

**** talkin' like they want beef, I'm wantin' that

Seven grams in the Swisher, I'm gon' solo that

Ridin' around with my strap like, where they at?

All these rap ****, ho, that's on my Philly hat

You will never be a legend like the Gucci Mane

You will never be turnt up like my partner Flock

You **** hoes, I run your block when them choppers chop

Hoot up

My homeboys'll get you, pay you on the thirty-third

Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin' on my words

Undertaker car, triple black drop bird

Stomach full of money, so hunnids I'ma burp

All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st

Two pints of lean'll have me slurrin' on my words

Undertaker car, triple black drop bird

Stomach full of money, so hunnids I'ma burp

All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st