(Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo)
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
(Verse 1 – Ralo)
Ain’t no reason for stopping
Catch me squeezing and popping
Gucci speeding in that Rari
My Lamborghini beside it
I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare
What you make in a year, we throw that sh*t in the air
My interviews got more views than your video
Moving them birds got a ni**a walking pigeon toed
I can’t believe I got away with all that s**t I sold
You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my s**t off dope
I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper
He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after em
Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle
If you f**k with me it gong be your life on the ground that matter
(Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo)
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this sh*t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
(Verse 2 – Gucci Mane & Ralo)
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherf**king jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge
I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug
I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club
I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood
These ni**as lying
But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring
And I’m hiring
My shooters firing, you hearing sirens
Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up
My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up
Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up
And if these ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as pop up
(Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo)
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
(Verse 3 – Ralo & Gucci Mane)
I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya
Don’t you give me s**t cause I’m gon take it from em
I hated from em
Pull up on em, now we take your bomb, he looking dumb
We got more cabbage than a farm
Got more game than a don
Ain’t gotta give a bi**h a crumb
And she still gon give me some ni**a
I get that cash on the regular
All of these bi**hes be negative
None of these ni**as competitive
Tell the robbers that there’s better deals
I won’t fall man, I never trip
I’ma ball and buy another whip
Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed
Instagrams, extra clips
(Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo)
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
(Outro – Gucci Mane)
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
