Anyway - Lil Baby, 2 Chainz, Gucci Mane

I’m takin' off again, suicide doors, I won’t let 'em in

4, or 5 cars, livin' like a God, paying for my sins

In this life, ain’t no man important

I can hop in the Benz, a foreign

Mario said they cornin' in in the morning

I got vibes, every state I got choices

Gucci coat, like we stand on the corner

With me, it’s like I came straight out the apartments, only just a beat

Bitch I get mine off the top, let the bro keep difference

Put a 'A' in Atlanta, stand up for my city

I was re-in up daily, they thought I was kidding

I was putting my profit, save me a milly

I keep pouring up Fantas, so shit getting ridiculous

I hope the doctor don’t say that I need a new kidney

Pull up

Any kind of way I want her, she know

I got that dope boy persona (Drop top)

Winter, spring, fall, or summer

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the number

I done got the ball off, fuckin' cannot fumble

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running

I be rockin' new shit I got every color

This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up

Pull up

Any kind of way I want her, she know

I got that dope boy persona (Drop top)

Winter, spring, fall, or summer

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the number

I done got the ball off, fuckin' cannot fumble

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running

I be rockin' new shit I got every color

This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up

I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant

I used to make plays at the QuikTrip

I spend a 20 on Quick Picks

I run it back like a Pick 6

Add it all up, it’s a it’s a re-up, nigga

I’m ballin', I need a quick minute

I just bought a lift kit

Said she fell in love with a misfit

Fuck your opinion, you know how I’m livin'

My closet say To be continued'

Back in the days, I used to make plays

The spot there was off of Virginia

Ain’t no contender

Tattoo my name on placentas

I read a bitch like accounts

Made half a mil' in a rental

All of my verses expensive

My cause a blood, menstrual

He drove down pimps

I know that they care for your answer

I ball, I need me an agent

I just might be your replacement

I got a whole lot of money

But I got a little patience

I got a whole lot of money

But I got a little patience

I got a whole lot of money

But I got a little patience

My bitch a trip, vacation

Too many chains, plantation

If you a real nigga

It ain’t no expiration

Pull up

Any kind of way I want her, she know

I got that dope boy persona, drop top

Winter, spring, fall, or summer

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the number

I done got the ball off, fuckin' cannot fumble

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running

I be rockin' new shit I got every color

This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up

Pull up

Any kind of way I want her, she know

I got that dope boy persona, drop top

Winter, spring, fall, or summer

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the number

I done got the ball off, fuckin' cannot fumble

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running

I be rockin' new shit I got every color

This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up

(Guwop) (Go)

They say Gucci’s a criminal, flood my time-piece with emeralds

Not conserv1 or no liberal, donate Rollies for Christmas

Heard I shopped at Bar Harbor, I spend reckless on dental

She so fine, got her address, told my folks where to send her

New 'Rari half a M, see the horse, know the emblem

It’s big Guwop, it’s him

Always us over them

Niggas say they gon' do this and that, then duck when I see 'em

Don’t compare me to Slim

I could never be him

Copped so many new baguettes that I’m gettin' sick of myself

Big bully, crush my peers

So, now I pick on myself

Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt

Big diamond choker chokin' on me like Connor Mcgreggor

(It's Gucci!)

Pull up

Any kind of way I want her, she know

I got that dope boy persona, drop top

Winter, spring, fall, or summer

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the number

I done got the ball off, fuckin' cannot fumble

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running

I be rockin' new shit I got every color

This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up

Pull up

Any kind of way I want her, she know

I got that dope boy persona, drop top

Winter, spring, fall, or summer

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the number

I done got the ball off, fuckin' cannot fumble

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running

I be rockin' new shit I got every color

This shit ain’t enough, I need another come up