[Intro: Gunna & Future]
(Wheezy outta here)
Woah, wow
Wow, wow

[Verse]
The clouds looking grey, I smile at the fate
Young Gunna why are you too late?
N***a style ain't up to date
My (?) was a crate
Hard to get anywhere I stay
The apes gon' eat or you get ate
I keep food on my plate
At Waldorf it's lots of steak
Watch yo' mouth or you get spanked
Spin yo' block like an arm and tank
I cut up like a shank
I holler "What up", she say "Hey"
Fly in a nascar race, on the way to the money high speed chase
I can't pop a perc or pint for the pain
I took a half of a xan just to sleep on the plane
Louis Virgil shirt match the shoe and the chain
My car is a hard top, and a vert at the same time
Can get you some straight drop if I call on my main
We in the Lamb' truck on a opp switchin' lanes
When I catch my opp, I'm puttin' him in the grave
I don't milly rock, but I hit you with a wave
I only rode the back, I never drove in a Phantom
I wish they had come back, I'm sippin' Dirty Diana
I don't talk too much, don't want my words on a scanner
My whole gang ties tighter than the knot on a bandana
Size you up and n***as lighter than a feather
I was thinkin' me and Baby the new voices of Atlanta
I bought you a new Mercedes 'cause I want you to do better
I got you, you my lady, I’ll take care of you in any weather