A thug's life don't matter. We don't give a s**t about you d**n thugs your life don't matter. And you sons of b***hes you fixin' to find out how it don't matter cause you done pissed us off you bunch of bastards

Big big big pistol me

'stol on Guc'

You lose your life f**kin' right try me and bleed

Burr

I put my first gat first then sting I don't think

I get your head to the white make your s**t pink

All OG pink don't f**k with me

I need a detox cause I've been smoking kush all week

And if I piss some dirty urine then I'm up s**t creek

I'm major tourin' shows everyday I gets no sleep

My money lanky taller than a man 6 foot 3

My left pinky nine karat diamond cut so neat

And if I told you what it cost you would say "golly"

I spend 50k a month and that's just on chains

I got your girlfriend rolling blunts in the VIP

I got a carbon 15 sitting on my front seat

And plus my shoes'll eat your face like bon appetit

The feds looking at me know they got they eyes on me

I feel like 2Pac when he made All Eyez On Me

I keep the Glock on me

Stupid Glock on me

I can't let 'em get the drop on me

I keep a nine on me stupid nine on me

Lord knows I got guap on me

Stupid rocks on me crazy rocks on me

I paid a million for this watch on me golly

And my bricks so young my birds gon' need ID

I feel like 2Pac when he made All Eyez On Me

B***h you misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies

Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these

Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded

Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'

Got a Mercedes for these tricks that thought I quit

Then got a drop top Jag for these B*****s that's on my d**k

Go to a club in a pack I'm smokin' bud in the back

I wait for n***as to trip cause B***h I love to scrap

Now mama raised me as a thug n***a where the love n***as

I'm a millionaire started as a d**g dealer

I went from rocks to 'zines writing raps and movies

I went from trustin' these tricks now they all want to sue me

So f**k 'em all

I keep the Glock on me

Stupid Glock on me

I can't let 'em get the drop on me

I keep a nine on me stupid nine on me

Lord knows I got guap on me

Stupid rocks on me crazy rocks on me

I paid a million for this watch on me golly

And my bricks so young my birds gon' need ID

What you know bout me You ain't got nothin' on me

It get so lonely at the top I need some company

My swears so stupid that these h*es be holding doors for me

She wanna stay with me know that I'ma faithfully

I'm like a d**g to her she can't walk away from me

N***as don't play with me cause I keep AK's with me

Police survalliance I know they f**kin' taping me

But all they gonna see is diamond cars and currency

I'm currently out the country chasin' currency

I got some w**d on me now and some ecstasy

30 grams and a nine and a knife on me

Watch your mouth bout me dirty South I be

Do your momma teach you don't talk when grown folks speak

It's Gucci