If you smokin Reggie Bush, then you cannot smoke with me
If you wear Fila products, then you cant walk in with me
If you aint stuffin up a blunt, then yall niggas cant smoke with me
If you wear fake gold, then you cant walk in with me
Cant walk in with me, yall boys cant walk in with me
Cant walk in with me, girl you cant walk in with me
Cant walk in with me, boy you cant walk in with me
Nah, walk off enemy, girl you cant walk in with Guwop
(Gucci Mane )
Stop, stop, stop right there
Bitch you know you cannot go
Now, now, do your hair
Do your hair you dirty hoe
Nah, nah, walk with me nigga
Swappin nigga cant walk with me
Nah, nah, Im big Guwop
Talk that nigga Im off that nigga
Shop with a nigga, come shop with a nigga
Bout to go to the mall and shop for her
Louie bag I bag the road, gotta pull in a guil bars for her
My girlfriend so crazy bad, gotta renta cop fo her
I dont roll with police man, Im gonn buy a glock for her
Im getting super head, some crazy head
Whats crazy, Im on top of her
Got 6s on my droppin phantom, out the window opera
I got cake like oprah, cookin dope like oakara
Dont call your girl for 30 minutes, i left nut all over her
(Gucci Mane )
(Quavo )
Young Quavo i got on them pradas, but I am 1017
You smokin on your uncle pack hell nah you cannot smoke with me
You walk around with levis on but I got on them robin jeans
My niggas walk around with bones but nah this aint no busy bees
You niggas aint makin no noise
Walk straight in the club my boys
Got niggas that will hit you like floyd
Got 100 rounds in a choppa toy
I got a rollie on not mike kors
Theres 100 bricks, check the scoreboard
Throwing bricks like I hit the back-board
You got the swag bag get the rap for
Nah you cant walk in with me
With those levis on and them ashy jeans
Dont even pass no blunt to me
Im a big dog nigga you a runt to me
Me and Gucci smokin gas, at a round table counting cash
Chop it up by the whole bag
Selling white girl with no ass
(Gucci Mane )
(Takeoff )
No you cant walk thru with me, hell nah
you not bricksquad 1017
thigh pads on my robin jeans
Versace, medusa my ring
Im clean, just like Mr. Clean, you a peon nigga, your a shrimp
pistol bag and Im walking with a limp
drop the top in my lamb i got a tint
Errybody wanna be a trap god,
But aint plugged in with the trap god
Trap god, he blessed me, so erryday i wake i gotta thank god
Diamonds all in my dog tags, thats a hundrred bands in that louie bag, and a hundred birds in that jag
got the goons outside, black masks
lil boy got robbed for the cash
Pass a blunt like my name steve nash.
when i shop and im checkin for the tag
put a bird on your head thats a price tag
yall young niggas never did that (never ever)
never ever ever copped the jag
1017 bricksquad flags
i sell up the dro he bring me the bags