text: Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang 
  Ill  whoop a nigga ass like Im Pootie Tang 
  You  ever made a diss song? You a lame 
  And if you fucking with the lame, nigga, you the same 
  Im with my baby mama at the shooting range 
  I  had to shoot her how to shoot the .40, huh
  On  Instagram kissing on my daughter, huh 
  Before I tell a judge, Ill tell a lawyer, huh
  Running  red lights in the rental, huh 
  Selling pounds for cheap, come get em, huh
  Big gelato, where you get it, huh 
  Its different colors like some Skittles, huh
  And  none of this shit be new to me 
  Know you couldnt take the pressure, boy, if you was me 
  Your baby daddy rockin fake ass jewelry 
  I can post a fake chain, he aint foolin me
  I got these niggas hollerin, Where the nigga came from?
  Roger homeboy shot a nigga with the same gun 
  Your bitch trippin call me by my middle name on Instagram
  Her baby mama hollerin, Whered she learn your name from? 
  Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang
  Keep a gun on me like a shooting game 
  My bitch from the hood like Keisha 
  Fuck around and get buried like Gucci Mane 
  Im the hottest in the Carolinas, huh
  Fuckin other niggas baby mamas, uh
  Im a good lookin nigga with a choppa, huh
  Nigga play with me, he got a problem, huh 
  Rapper niggas better check my résumé 
  When I pull it out, I aint gon hesitate 
  Bitch ass nigga you a small fry 
  Put me on the scale, Im a heavy-weight
  Hahaha