Fuck You - Gucci Mane, V-Nasty, Slim Dunkin

I think they mad cause I’m relevant

Big choppers put holes in elephants

I got a bad bitch and she’s elegant

Bet a hundred thousand that bitch selling it

I’m on the block, bitch I’m doing hella shit

Them suckers over there, looking is irrelevant

I got a bolo coming from Mexico

And if the bitches talking gas, they ass like Texaco

I’m a reckless ho, you can’t check this ho

Bitch, my outfit cost more than your necklace, ho

And I’m doing shit that you never seen before

Having withdrawals, man, hurry where my blow

Fuck you!

Bitch fuck your mama too!

You can’t fuck with us

You can’t do what we do

I got a swag so sick make the whole crowd cough

I got a Lamborghini, hit the gas, the bitch get lost

You with a loser, need to lose him, it’s not your loss

I got a suburban tender, she stay in Norcross

I’m a boss, you’s a worker boy, go jerk off

Brick Squad on the stage, know our shirts off

And I’m horny as a rhino and her ass soft

I got a fetish for a fine ho: I break her off

Let’s get it on, let’s get it in

Let’s get it on, do it again

So bring a friend if you want to

Don’t tell me what you won’t do

Want me like I want you?

All night long!

Let’s get it on!

I fuck her, you lick her

I hit her and pass her

The number at the light, I’mma fuck her by tonight

She say a friend to dice, she allergic to the pipe

Angie ridin' around no shoes, fuckin' quittin' on dudes

10k from my parents

Same shoes on clearance

Fuck your mama, your sister and your kids

Would say fuck your girl but I already did

I be in and out her jaw, can’t go in and out her raw

And I got them birds, man: I be stuntin like my paws

Do it private when I travel: plane

Louis in my baggie claim

Standing on them couches with V-Nasty and Gucci Mane

All the ice on my hands got my fingers cold

Call me Slim Dunk: I don’t finger roll.