[Intro: Chief Keef]
I got hard dick for all these bitches
I get all their numbers, I don’t call these bitches
No patience for relations, kiss my 'Rari bitches
N***as don’t know us, we never saw these n***as (Yah)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Go-got V12 sittin' on rims and I parked the bull back in my Benz (Guwop)
Got a FN with a seatbelt strapped on it 'cause it's my friend (Bow)
Breaking bricks down in my den, I got bills stacked to my chin (Huh?)
Diamond jeans cost an M&M, why? So bright cut off a limb (Burr)
Look at me then look at him
Hard top Bentley, Bentley rims (Hard)
Fucked two sisters, wet the crib
In a drop top dunk, I broke the rims (Damn)
Back to back bitch, call them twins
Got a hard top X and a drop top M
Call me Iceberg Slim, can’t fuck with him
2K on weed, hell, that’s a deal (Wet)
5K on lean, I'm leanin' now
Drunk two whole pints, I'm dreaming now
Your girlfriends a semen demon
Big Guwop she screaming out (Guwop)
Drop top 'Rari showing cleavage, I'm on Cleveland, call it Bleveland (Bleveland)
Knocked your bitch, don’t need no reason
Take my bitch then call it even (It's Gucci)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I got hard dick for all these bitches (Bah, bah)
I get all their numbers, I don’t call these bitches (Huh?)
No patience for relations, kiss my 'Rari bitches (Skrrt)
N***as don’t know us, we never saw these n***as (Ketchup)
You can hold this 30 out this 40 n***a (Bow)
You die, you hit Forgis, that's on Shawty, n***a (Haha)
We don’t trust these bitches or these n***as (Nah)
Got the big face Rollies 40 pointers, n***a

[Verse 2: OJ da Juiceman]
N***a tried to knock me off
But these n***as extra soft (Woo)
How the hell you just start robbing? Come and try and test a boss (Yessir)
Played the hand that I was dealt
40 make you patty melt
I don’t send no n***as, dawg, I do that shit by myself (Yessir)
Co-defendant that's a no (No)
Can’t have that shit fly in court (Court)
One thing about Young Juice, my n***as spot a pussy like a scope (Pussy)
Since you pussy, I'ma send these hollow tips down your throat
Killer-killer, murder-murder, flip that n***a like a burger
I don’t shoot for legs so you know ain't no 'tempted murder (No sir)
And Young Juiceman stay with fire (Fye)
Make me put you on a burner
Smoke you like a cancer stick
Make your mom them a loner
Talking all that tough talk but your ass know you baloney (Huh?)
Wanna go to war? man you got me talking like I'm Tony
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I got hard dick for all these bitches (Bah, bah)
I get all their numbers, I don’t call these bitches (Huh?)
No patience for relations, kiss my 'Rari bitches (Skrrt)
N***as don’t know us, we never saw these n***as (Ketchup)
You can hold this 30 out this 40 n***a (Bow)
You die, you hit Forgis, that's on Shawty, n***a (Haha)
We don’t trust these bitches or these n***as (Nah)
Got the big face Rollies 40 pointers, n***a