3rd Quarter

[Chorus:]

Is you rollin'? Yea I roll kush daily, fuck you pay me, fuck you fuck you,

Fuck the CEO, fuck the artist and the goons too

Smell like pussy over there, nigga fuck you

[Verse 1:]

Money keep coming in so I ain't even worried

I'm richer than your daddy baby I ain't even thirty

A nigga made a diss song and I ain't even heard it

Never mention homey name cause he ain't worth it

Thought about a charm cause I felt like splurging

Showed my jeweler love then he made the chain perfect

Man, I'm one take perfect, VVS diamonds chains, don't they look pretty

And I don't leave with the ones, nigga that's petty

This pretty red girl said "Fuck it I'm quitting"

Dance till your white big toe start splitting

I'm hood rich, stupid rich, and I ain't bullshitting

A thousand carats on baby I ain't bullshitting

Eight grand gone I ain't been ten minutes

Baby gimme two minutes, twenty more coming

Later do eighty-four hundred I'm throwing

Duty truck, Hummer truck, my truck game stupid

Just like Lo I pull up in something foolish

Red diamond chain but it sure ain't cupid

I came along way from that '84 Buick.

ITS GUCCI

[Chorus:]

Is you rollin'? Yea I roll kush daily, fuck you pay me, fuck you fuck you,

Fuck the CEO, fuck the artist and his goons too

Smell like pussy over there, nigga fuck you

[Verse 2:]

My car game foolish boy, I'll show you how to do things

Dirty shoes shawty first you need to change your shoestrings

All on my dick like a bitch with a g-string

Sucker ass nigga like a nigga with a tongue ring

Gucci got a pump and I bought that thing for one thing

Smoked nine joints now the nigga think he John Wayne

Yea I think I'm bad cause I got a stupid fight game

One punch shawty I will make you see the light mayne

Stomp-out shawty I will make you read my Jordans

Try Gucci Mane boy you must be retarded

Glock forty-five but I still got the forty

Have your ma-ma screaming "O Lordy"

Shawty dirty whoadie pimp juice

So Icy trap boss, try me I will kill you

Shawty dirty whoadie pimp juice

So Icy CEO, pussy I will kill you

[Chorus:]

Is you rollin'? Yea I roll kush daily, fuck you pay me, fuck you fuck you,

Fuck the CEO, fuck the artist and his goons too

Smell like pussy over there, nigga fuck you

[Verse 3:]

Drumma boy on my mixtape how u do dat

Gucci wat it cost kuz I know he charge a hole lot

Cash out shawty man I thnk I want the hole lot

If it ain't pimped out den I gota hole lot

30 minutes gon n I thnk I smoked a hole lot

Not by myself man I smoked it with the hole house

Drop top chevy wen I pull up to ma old house

Man it feel good ridin round my hood iced out