[Sample: Kanye West]
What’s Gucci my n***a? What’s Louis my killa?

[Intro: French Montana, Kanye West & Lil Wayne]
(I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep) Getting GuWop
You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my n***a
Young n***a, young n***a, pop pills, make mills young n***a
Young n***a, young n***a, young n***a, young n***a

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I think I'm bout to lose it, mayne
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don’t fuck with y'all cause you n***as lame
Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Still-a in that trap getting GuWop
Out the sewer, now my crib the size of Cuba
I be riding around with that blocka
We them Brick Squad, ask Flocka
Versace shit, Silk The Shocker
Coulda been San Quentin on lock
But I two'd up that ghost, I stack two floors that loaf
I be floor seats by that coach, I be fight seats by that rope
Lately so sick I could vomit, Gin with no tonic
Cheat on my bitch, you know I'm dishonest
But I’m just a product of my environment
Young n***a, young n***a, pop pills, make mills young n***a
Got wrist, stay trill young n***a, still toting that steel young n***a
And I ain't ever lose a chain
And shawty head stupid man
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I think I’m 'bout to lose it, mayne
Said I’m 'bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin’ change
Don’t fuck with y’all ‘cause you n***as lame
Said I’m 'bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I’m 'bout to go Gucci Mane
On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, get down or lay down
Shoot everything up but a school or a playground
Run shit like a Greyhound
I’m in here, now who let the Devil in?
I ain’t been taking my medicine
My trigger finger ain’t never been hesitant
I am your ruler, no measurements
You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my n***a
Cash Money 'til I die, even if I go broke, I still wouldn't beg to differ
I'm off papers, I heart paper, no short paper, better get the point
Cause I'm point-shaven with a sharp razor, get buck like a horse stable
Too street smart, I’m a geek, I put my n***as on they feet
So if we fall, it be that lean that make a n***a fall asleep
I can’t see none of you n***as, and I can see the future man
Where you going? I’m bout to go Tunechi man
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I think I’m 'bout to lose it, mayne
Said I’m 'bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don’t fuck with y'all cause you n***as lame
Said I’m 'bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I’m 'bout to go Gucci Mane
On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop

[Outro: French Montana & Lil Wayne]
Getting GuWop
You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my n***a
Young n***a, young n***a, pop pills, make mills young n***a
Young n***a, young n***a, young n***a, young n***a