Outro (feat. Waka Flacka)

Yeah, gang shit, man

We got some real Mexicans in this motherfucker

You **** some flexican

Jugg King, ****

Diamonds on me real

**** talk that shit, they know we drill

They know **** around me kill

They know **** around me steal

They know **** around me rich

They know **** around me traffic

They know **** around me really 'bout that action

Boy, what's happenin'?

I'm a Clayton County **** till the day that I die

We keep Dracos, we keep thirties

Young ****, watch your back

All my shooters know they bool 'cause they big dog got a sack

We don't argue over bitches, we just fuck and kick 'em out

Ain't no rapper sold more pounds than me in Zone 6 ever

Free my **** Tiny, he used to keep the dopes out like a feather

I'm a real road runner, drive the pack in any weather

Yeah, I want that thirty from you, buy a ten, the price get better

I jugg a hunnid racks a day, ****, real talk

I ain't talkin' 'bout rap money, I'm talkin' 'bout off the fork

They like how he get to Colombia without a passport?

Plug pull up with them bricks, and I ain't asked for it

I know the real Mexicans, you **** some flexican

My dope come in three colors, brown, white, and tan

Free my lil' brother, his case cost me hella bands

My prayin' hands chain, I bought that shit off Instagram

Ain't no rapper sold more pounds than me in Zone 6 ever

Free my **** Tiny, he used to keep the dopes out like a feather

I'm a real road runner, drive the pack in any weather

Yeah, I want that thirty from you, buy a ten, the price get better

Yeah, Black Migo Gang, ****

Real muhfuckin' Jugg King

I know some real Mexicans

Like I said, you **** some flexican, man

Free K Blacka, the whole Cowboy gang, ****

Black Migo Gang, Freebandz, run shit

Yeah, jugg, jugg, Jugg King, yeah

Young Scooter, street