Gucci Mane, I'm the fucking man
I'm the man, bitch
What you saying? What the fuck you saying?
Can't understand bih
Selling grams right from Birmingham to Amsterdam bih
How the little East Atlanta nigga land in Paris?
Chopper in hand and I'm going ham, might chop a blam bih
If you didn't come here with Brick Squad, then you better scram quick
Got my own clothing line, call that shit Delantic
And 1017 I own it, I'm my own Atlantic
Excuse my french, I'm so fucking rich that I think I'm the shit
Got a shotgun and toked in my trench and I be going blitz
Say I'm insane, say I'm going crazy, I'm about to clip
Say I'm sick and I need a fix and ain't that 'bout a bitch
30 grams, got that in my pocket ain't that 'bout a brick?
Look at my neck look at my wrist I fuckin' think I'm Slick Rick
And these folks keep on stalking me, I got them in a twist
If they try to give me 50 years, then I'mma jump the fence