[Intro]
(DJ motherfuckin' Rell)
Yeah, that's my clique in the building
That boy Gucci Mane LaFlare (Real trap shit)
Zaytoven on the track, dawg
Yeah

[Verse]
Uh, my visu' sag low (Yeah), so my underwear show (Yeah)
More dro with a ho (Uh), 'til she say, "No more" (What?)
Got so much dope, I could make some more
Touch wrong with your finger, baby, roll some up (Yeah)
This the dump all click with the iced-out pinky, shawty
Put you on the track, yeah, you know they gon' lift you (Trap-A-Holics mixtapes)
Put you positions you never even knew (Knew)
I never seen a real freak bitch likе you (Go)
In the mall, Gucci Mane, we good, how arе you?
Got a seven bag room with a lake side view

[Interlude]
Yeah, Gucci Mane LaFlare's in the buildings
Zaytoven's in on the track
They're my clique's motherfuckin' in the house, n***a

[Chorus]
I got twenty-six inches on my truck
And you gon' know it when them boys roll up
I keep snacks when I walk in the club
Hell yeah, we keep these hoes geeked up
I got twenty-six inches on my truck
And you gon' know it when them boys roll up
I keep snacks when I walk in the club
Hell yeah, we keep these hoes geeked up