[Intro: Gucci Mane]
1017
(Ayy, yo, BandPlay)
PRE

[Chorus: Key Glock]
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout
I've been gettin' my cake and runnin' wild since a lil' child
Yeah, gettin' it every day, I'm workin' sun up 'til the sun down
Yeah, I'm gettin' it every day, these n***as hatin', tryna see how
I do this shit

[Verse 1: Key Glock]
Bitch, I'm not new to this, I'm true to this, you grew to this
I got that thirty on me, that ruler clip, I'll do you in
Shoot you and all your friends, yeah, I'm goin' ten for ten
Yeah, these n***as hoes, they ain't gon' touch a hair on my chinny-chin
Yeah, big PRE championship ring 'cause all I do is win
Yeah, big old Glock, riding down the street up in a big old Benz
Huh, hop out designer with J's again? Yeah, I set that trend
Uh, I used to drip, now I drench
Huh, yeah, bitch, I drench
Uh, yeah, I've been buyin' so much shit, it don't make no sense
Yeah, all my exes throwin' fits, they missed out on the kid
Yeah, no matter how much money I get, I'll never pay a bitch
Or never pay attention, n***a
Uh, yeah, I'm paralyzed, I got no feelings
Yeah, I got no feelings for these lil' scandalous-ass bitches
Yeah, when it come to gettin' money, bitch, I'm so persistent
Yeah, bitch, I'm so precise
Uh, you know I got stripes, ayy
[Chorus: Key Glock]
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout
I've been gettin' my cake and runnin' wild since a lil' child
Yeah, gettin' it every day, I'm workin' sun up 'til the sun down
Yeah, I'm gettin' it every day, these n***as hatin', tryna see how (How)
I do this shit

[Post-Chorus: Key Glock & Gucci Mane]
I do it, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this shit (I do this shit, I do this shit)
Yeah, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this shit (I do this shit, I do this shit Huh?)
Yeah, I do it, yeah, I do it, yeah, I do this shit (I do this shit, I do this shit, Wop)
Yeah, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this shit (I do this shit, I do this shit, n***a)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Stop the track, Glock, R.I.P. to George Floyd (Stop)
I'm Gucci Mane La Flare, my watch cost way more than Floyd's (Well, damn)
These n***as broke as hell and it's obvious to see (I see)
Gucci-ology, these n***as be studying me (Wow)
Get up off my dick like a bitch, like a bitch (Bitch)
Fuck a gang, I don't need a clique, I'm the shit (Pfft)
Glock young and rich, he got whips, matching fits (Glizzock)
I ain't try to sign in Paper Route, ain't signin' shit (No)
Glock be 'bout his Gs, he a G just like me (It's Gucci)
How you just got signed but you broke? That's not we (Well, damn)
1017, South Memphis, East Atlanta in the East (EA)
I'm the one that shot 'em, got you screamin', "R.I.P." (Grah, grah)
[Chorus: Key Glock]
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout
I've been gettin' my cake and runnin' wild since a lil' child
Yeah, gettin' it every day, I'm workin' sun up 'til the sun down
Yeah, I'm gettin' it every day, these n***as hatin', tryna see how (How)
I do this shit

[Post-Chorus: Key Glock]
I do it, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this shit (I do this shit, I do this shit)
Yeah, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this shit (I do this shit, I do this shit)
Yeah, I do it, yeah, I do it, I do this shit (I do this shit, I do this shit)
Yeah, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this shit (I do this shit, I do this shit, n***a)