| We leavin outside to kill m all | 
| Me and my bad lil braud | 
| Damb, ma, my stacks is tall | 
| This is just the way we craull | 
| Candy painted cars on chroam | 
| That’s how we get our shine on | 
| Atlanta niggas, we run for so long | 
| Trap niggas got it goin on | 
| Ralph with the bidnis, trap boy easy | 
| Pint like beasty, blazed like chearch bisket | 
| Rhims like didgets | 
| Offset 6s | 
| Cartier lenses, 20,000 dollar bridges | 
| Came to the club, me and 3 or 4 bitches | 
| 8 or 9 bitches, shaudy and shaudy sisters | 
| But now I’m so loaded, the junkies think I’m kidding | 
| Paint so wet, like the K stop spittin | 
| Rims real big, like Jay-Z lips | 
| When I hit the bar, bring 3 or 4 clips | 
| 3 or 4 chicks, bet you I hit | 
| Spent 12 racks, Gucci Mane the bank man | 
| We leavin outside to kill m all | 
| Me and my bad lil braud | 
| Damb, ma, my stacks is tall | 
| This is just the way we craull | 
| Candy painted cars on chroam | 
| That’s how we get our shine on | 
| Atlanta niggas, we run for so long | 
| Trap niggas got it goin on | 
| I’m just a work dealer, I still play with work | 
| Barney never round me, I still play with Perks | 
| Stop verses, make calls whenever I ride in | 
| Lamborghini doors up, just dive in | 
| King sized place, still with bubble cush | 
| And the seets in my car feel like a cushen | 
| These niggas mad cause I took off | 
| Bring myself up, and brushed that dirty look off | 
| Yeah, I ball hard, and spend a lot of cheese | 
| Young Ralph and Gucci Mane, that’s a lot of cheese | 
| Piss yello diamonds, they’ll make you freeze | 
| It’s a weather change, bet my neck will make you sneeze | 
| We leavin outside to kill m all | 
| Me and my bad lil braud | 
| Damb, ma, my stacks is tall | 
| This is just the way we craull | 
| Candy painted cars on chroam | 
| That’s how we get our shine on | 
| Atlanta niggas, we run for so long | 
| Trap niggas got it goin on | 
| Gucci rock the Gucci, Ralph rock the Luie | 
| I can’t even lie, the rimms get a lot of cucci | 
| Ralph switched up with Gucci, and Gucci switched up with Prodda | 
| Haters get ba-da, bitches get na-da | 
| We leavin outside to kill m all | 
| Me and my bad lil braud | 
| Damb, ma, my stacks is tall | 
| This is just the way we craull | 
| Candy painted cars on chroam | 
| That’s how we get our shine on | 
| Atlanta niggas, we run for so long | 
| Trap niggas got it goin on |