Quavo, Takeoff & Gucci Mane – Us vs. Them Lyrics

Quavo, Takeoff & Gucci Mane – Us vs. Them Lyrics
Us vs. Them
Quavo, Takeoff & Gucci Mane
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    "Us vs. Them." - Quavo, Takeoff & Gucci Mane

    Album: Only Built For Infinity Links
    Track No: 16
    (DJ Durel, yes sir)
    Fuck the other shit, I'm goin' for the win (Fuckin' win)
    Pulled up with that bitch, then pulled off with her friend (Skrrt)
    "How he get that?" Shh, just know he got it in (Brr)
    Gave my patna 50 Cent, he shot many men (Brr)
    If it's us versus them, who you think gon' win? (Who?)
    If it's us versus them, who you think gon' win? (Bitch)
    If it's us versus them, who you think gon' win? (Us)
    Better not drop that pin (Drop it), we gon' spin again
    I'ma spin (Spin, spin), we gon' slide (Slide)
    Drop that pin, drop that pin, come outside (Come outside)
    I been runnin' up that chicken, I ain't tired (Go)
    Ain't shed another tear since when my grandma died (Grandma, grandma, grandma)
    I got all-white Rolls with the bloody guts inside (Yup)
    Think shit sweet, then try it
    Steppin' in shoes that's not yo' size (**** ain't steppin')
    The back of the Maybach, I sit and recline (Thinkin' 'bout what?)
    And I got Franklins all on my mind, then chrome, then spine (What else?)
    Chrome the 9 (Then what?), and bullet proof the ride (Skrrt)
    We spin the block and yell out, "He ain't outside!" (Where he at?)
    Heard we had a weddin', he must be the bride (Bitch)
    I take them pies, subtract them and divide (Takeoff)
    Fuck the other shit, I'm goin' for the win (Fuckin' win)
    Pulled up with that bitch, then pulled off with her friend (Skrrt)
    "How he get that?" Shh, just know he got it in (Brr)
    Gave my patna 50 Cent, he shot many men (Brr)
    If it's us versus them, who you think gon' win? (Who?)
    If it's us versus them, who you think gon' win? (Huncho)
    If it's us versus them, who you think gon' win? (Who?)
    Better not drop that pin (Drop it), we gon' spin again
    Drop the pin, then we goin' in, flip the switch and win (Go)
    Wide body snatched out the back, I'ma crash the Benz (Skrrt)
    If she start trippin', try her friend, now I fuck her twin (Smash)
    Told yo' bitch to pop that pussy, plenty more to spend (Ugh)
    'Case ya boy start hookin', then I'm jumpin' in (Hey)
    Came from nothin', now my Lambo' look like dolphin fins (Sky)
    You sniffed a bowl full of rice, then I'ma call you Glen (Snortin')
    Droppin' narcotic devices over prison fence (Gone)
    Hold that down, handle my business, ****, let's get it (Let's get it)
    ****, I'm with you, hundred and fifty (Ugh)
    ****, it's us versus them for the city (Woo)
    I know that you scared, you shitty (You scared)
    I'm standin' on all the business (On business)
    I'm feelin' like Steph and Klay (Splash)
    We pull up, hit all the swishes (On God)
    Fuck the other shit, I'm goin' for the win (Fuckin' win)
    Pulled up with that bitch, then pulled off with her friends (Skrrt)
    "How he get that?" Shh, just know he got it in (Brr)
    Gave my patna 50 Cent, he shot many men (Brr)
    If it's us versus them, who you think gon' win? (Who?)
    If it's us versus them, who you think gon' win? (Bitch)
    If it's us versus them, who you think gon' win? (Us)
    Better not drop that pin (Drop it), we gon' spin again
    How ya think you gonna beat the Wop? You know you gonna lose (Huh?)
    Why bring her to the function when you know she wanna choose? (Yeah)
    Free Young Thug and Gunna, while you at it, Pooh and Foo (Slime)
    Let my **** out, you know they havin' somethin' to do (Brick)
    A street **** can turn exec' and I'm the livin' proof (Wop)
    I pull up in a Roadster, had to stop to test the roof (Drop)
    Real street **** when I'm in and out the booth
    Why when **** tell they stories, they just sprinkle in the truth? (Well, damn)
    When they say, it's up, it's stuck, gotta be careful how you move (Uh)
    Bullets go through windows, gotta watch the words you choose
    The AR got to jerkin', burned his hand and left a bruise
    When them bodies start to drop, they screamin', "Stop, let's call a truce!"
    Fuck the other shit, I'm goin' for the win (Fuckin' win)

    Writer(s): Alexander William Monro, Daryl McPherson, Kirshnick Ball, Mohkom Bhangal, Pepijn Baltus, Quavious Keyate Marshall & Radric Davis.

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