Don't Deserve It

I walk in with my strap

I give a fuck a **** search

Don't keep it in the car

I got that pistol on person

You diss Flocka Flame

You diss the fuckin' wrong person

Run up on Gucci Mane

You'll be another dead person

I dump 'em in the river

Now the whole city searchin'

The A.K. hit his ass and now that **** need a surgeon

Try me in this club then I'm gon' shut it down early

Scene was so sick that the police start 'urling

(It's holiday season, bitch)

Undisputed dynamic duo in the building

Stand up in this shit, man

We raised y'all ****

DJ Holiday

Gucci Mane

Trap Back 2, ****

I walk in with my strap

I give a fuck a **** searchin'

Don't keep it in the car

I got that pistol on person

You diss Flocka Flame

You diss the fuckin' wrong person

Run up on Gucci Mane

You'll be another dead person

I dump 'em in the river

Now the whole city searchin'

The A.K. hit his ass and now that **** need a surgeon

Try me in this club then I'm gon' shut it down early

Scene was so sick that the police start 'urling

East Atlanta zone

Sixty **** so thirsty

The shop with you Tuesday and rob ya ass Thursday

One years old and he already start cursin'

Twelve years old and he already start servin'

If you ain't gettin' money

Then I feel ya don't deserve it

You reach for my chain

You'll be another dead person

Big gu-wap , but they call me Mr. Perfect

Can't look me in my eyes

When ya see me, 'cause you're nervous

I murk ya homeboy

And I smoked a pound of purple

You talkin' to the cops

Pussy ****, I know you're workin'

Hard top Rolls

Smokin' kush behind the curtains

The work just came in

What you wanna purchase?

Gucci

Red flag, fightin' 'cause a young **** turfin'

If you ain't gettin' money

Then these bitches feel you're worthless

Oh, you a live wire

Then I'ma make you short circuit

These clown ass ****

Need to go work in a circus

Million dollar **** but I still eat Church's

You try me in this Church's then my boy just start burstin'

When you die and his Boosy mama feel he didn't deserve it

Box cutter in my pocket

I carve yo' ass up like a turkey

Put that on my squad

I ain't gon' let no **** hurt me

My gun do all my talkin'

And I know you **** heard it

Old school vet like I'm fuckin' James Worthy

But I'm shootin' from the corner

Like I'm fuckin' Bobby Hurley

If you ain't gettin' money

Then I feel ya don't deserve it

You reach for my chain

You'll be another dead person

Big gu-wap , but they call me Mr. Perfect

Can't look me in my eyes

When ya see me, 'cause you're nervous

I murk ya homeboy

And I smoked a pound of purple

You talkin' to the cops

Pussy ****, I know you're workin'

Hard top Rolls

Smokin' kush behind the curtains

The work just came in

What you wanna purchase?

Gucci

Money makin' me

Now it's money makin' wuddha

(What?) My youngin' thirteen

Like a Third World shooter

(Yes), In a couple years

He'll be takin' over blocks, (What?)

A.K.-47, God, I'm takin' over spots

The only thing I see in the mirror is me

(Yes), before you catch me slippin'

It's gon' be a first degree, (Yes)

Word around town, you a motherfuckin' hater

We fucked the same bitch

The only difference is you paid her

If you ain't gettin' money

You a motherfuckin' joke

Reachin' for my strap

If a **** goin' broke

Screamin' adios

Slap some bacon from the toast, what

One minute here

Next minute, you a ghost, adios

If you ain't gettin' money

Then I feel ya don't deserve it

You reach for my chain

You'll be another dead person

Big gu-wap , but they call me Mr. Perfect

Can't look me in my eyes

When ya see me, 'cause you're nervous

I murk ya homeboy

And I smoked a pound of purple

You talkin' to the cops

Pussy ****, I know you're workin'

Hard top Rolls

Smokin' kush behind the curtains

The work just came in

What you wanna purchase?

Gucci