[Intro: FTM Bear]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(P8, catch a bag)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
From the mud, n***a, call me Mud
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Call me Squeeze)

[Verse 1: FTM Bear]
Rich enough to have a chauffeur, I whip the Hellcat like it's stolen
All my jewelry came from Hutchs, never spent a bag at Golden
Fuckin' his bitch up on the balcony in Miami in my Louis loafers
Another n***a want pressure behind his bitch and I don't even know her
Ain't no average n***a, uh, I'm havin' shit
Get a bag and makе it disappear (Poof), a magic trick
My neck look just like a chandеlier, it's glass in it
He say he gon' do some shit to Bear, we laugh at him
I'm not arguin', I'm buyin' n***as, my accountant say that's the wrong move
Go'n and try again, I'm tellin' you, n***a, you got the wrong dude
My youngin popped a n***a up and went and made a song too
One foot out the streets, but I can't leave what I belong to
I'm glued, n***a (Yeah)

[Chorus: FTM Bear]
Go'n and try your luck and you gon' lose, n***a
I told you, I'm not goin' like no duck, I'm not a fool, n***a
I told you, yeah, I be by myself, don't wanna get cool with you
I told you, you can't fuck with me at all, don't give a fuck who with you
I told you (Yeah), go'n and try your luck and you gon' lose, n***a
I told you, I'm not goin' like no duck, I'm not a fool, n***a
I told you, yeah, I be by myself, don't wanna get cool with you
I told you, you can't fuck with me at all, don't give a fuck who with you
I told you
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Don't like to repeat myself, won't tell your ass again (I know)
I ain't gon' tell you what you wanna hear, I'll tell you how it is (For real)
I was on the North with them guys, trappin', sharin' a bed
Chopper on me soon as I close my eyes so they won't tap my head
Huh, they just rode past twice, bro, watch that black Impala (Watch that car)
Feds been watchin' our ass too, we took the straps to mamas (Come on)
If I don't fuck the first two nights, I'm just gon' think you childish
Huh, had disagreements with my mama, but I know she proud of me
Can't fit money in my wallet, put it in my Prada jeans
Can't be the only n***a poppin', everybody gotta eat
It ain't only one n***a poppin', everybody got a heat
Tell my bitch that I got hoes, that way I ain't gotta cheat (I ain't gotta cheat)
Huh, yeah, this shit for real for real (For real)
That's my brother, do somethin' to him, he might get killed for real, huh (On God)
She fuck with me after what I did, that lil' bitch real for real, huh
I need a jacket when I put on this chain, might catch a chill for real (For real, yeah)

[Chorus: FTM Bear]
Go'n and try your luck and you gon' lose, n***a
I told you, I'm not goin' like no duck, I'm not a fool, n***a
I told you, yeah, I be by myself, don't wanna get cool with you
I told you, you can't fuck with me at all, don't give a fuck who with you
I told you (Yeah), go'n and try your luck and you gon' lose, n***a
I told you, I'm not goin' like no duck, I'm not a fool, n***a
I told you, yeah, I be by myself, don't wanna get cool with you
I told you, you can't fuck with me at all, don't give a fuck who with you
I told you