Nightmares
Give these **** hysterias
Jokers
**** is serious
Everybody's strapped up, posted
Chillin' in areas
Everybody's got that pistol
Couldn't get near us, nah
Everybody's got talk
Everybody wants some
Everybody's got guns
Yeah, everybody's got one
Hit him with the hand ting
Or get him with the long one
Man gon' get a little wrong done
Man gon' get 'em in the long run
Switch it
Hold 'em and poke that wanker
This that ultimate gangsta
This that **** don't want no smoke
'Cause this that ultimate cancer
**** ain't jumping no boat
My **** ain't throwing no anchor
**** just roll up and smoke, man
**** just going out gangsta
**** just roll up what big noise
**** just blow up that tanker
**** want to roll with them big boys
Biggest authority stamper
Yes
**** ain't sippin no cups
So nuttin don't flow with no Fanta
Thinking these **** is wet
Now **** is going out damper
I said batman
They thought man was joking
When I'm talking 'bout dressing all black
A **** was scoping
'Cause I'm fucking this rap shit
**** is soaking
Fuck your little chitchat talk show
**** is smoking
**** ain't getting no cash now
**** just coping
**** just looking Macauley
**** is coking
You can just get hit with that forty
Or **** gets poking
Man, it got me thinking it's game time
When they see a **** get coaching
Man, I got shooters
****, just get them
****, just get them
**** just ate them
****, just get them
****, just get them
****, just get them
****, just get them
Yeah
****, just get them, ate them
****, just sweat them
****, just get them
****, just get them
****, just get them
****, just get them
****, just get them
I go to war in a suit
I hit the chick in the glute
The condo, it came with the coupe
The south side ain't been the same since we launched T.R.U.
This is the real street category
Rocking more rings that Robert Horry
Flow real nasty like a lavatory
No more of me in the inventory
Yeah, out with the clip on the side
I got my dick on her thigh
Wrists on Fourth of July
Pistol on Fourth of July
****, I hate when you lie
Bank roll thicker than Nicki Minaj
Ah, make 'em sit like it's a dog
Ah, sipping the rod
You can smell it for a mile
Uh, check the stats man
See what they do to a black man
I'm still undefeated even when I'm shooting
Jump shot
For some money in the trashcan
And my holster got embroidery
When they see me, they recording me
Got a grin
**** show your teeth
They ain't yours, **** show your lease
Yeah, that man
I'm just running up a sack man
In the backseat with my feet
On the partition simply relaxing
Tryna put a line between me and you
Call that a fraction
Thinking I don't know how to act?
Shit
I'm about the action
Uh, drinking on that act
Shit, talking 'bout the trap
Walk around with racks
Walk around with straps
Walk around with SK's
Them reach for decade
Tatted up like a esé
I really fell in love with how the tech spray
Ultimate gangsta
I don't give a F.I.N.
Pull up in a trim up
**** better dim up
Turn yo ass to dinner
Save you for some leftovers
Run up on you from the right side
And shoot you in your left shoulder
Man, I got shooters
****, just get them
****, just get them
**** just ate them
****, just get them
****, just get them
****, just get them
****, just get them, yeah
****, just get them, ate them
****, just sweat them
****, just get them
****, just get them
****, just get them
****, just get them
****, just get them

Writer(s): 2 Chainz & Jason Thompson.