Gucci Mane — NWA

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Baby keep me on my P's, let's break down a hundred P's Gucci gas go thirty-three, but gotta get thirty P I don't even need a reason to hit you with the heat These shoes don't come out this season, but still they on my feet [Verse 2: Peewee Longway] Old folk keep calling us heathens Too many drugs on the street I'm servin' right there by Four Seasons Niggas from the pen won't weep [Verse 3: Quavo] Peewee got the bricks and the bales Listen up to the story I tell The bricks, they came from the mail My plug, his name is Miguel [Verse 4: Takeoff] I'm in the kitchen, counting up Benjis Your bitch washing dishes and wrappin' up fishes Used to run from the cops on the block Hit for a hot box, took it to the chop shop If I fuck with you, I'm making you straight drop If I don't know you, I'ma give you rerock Got a bando in Boston The way I pitch them eight-balls, shoulda played for the Red Sox [Verse 5: MPA Wicced] Just took a loss, 'bout to take somethin' off Put it to her head, make her open up the vault Say you got birds hid all in the loft Soon as you turn the key, boy, you 'bout to get off [Verse 6: Lil Duke] Bought a brand new AP But I'm always late Every day my birthday Now watch me bake a cake [Verse 7: Takeoff] I finesse the plug for the drugs Even though a nigga always show love If he ain't Migo, he ain't MPA Brick Squad, nigga, you ain't my blood Tryna hit my blunt, tryna sip my drank What the fuck you think? Ain't shit soft around my way Unless you talkin' 'bout cocaine