Club Hoppin

[Hook: Gucci mane]

I'm up [x16]

[Verse 1: Gucci mane]

I'm hands on like a ipad (ipad)

Them racks in my pants look like thighpads (thighpads)

I hit it with the fork that's my dance

I hit it two times that's a slow dance

I ain't got time for the romance

Cocaine avalanche when I finance

I'm a laugh at ya I'm a throw a bomb at ya

Since you a crumb snatcher I'm a throw a crumb at ya

I ain't mad at ya, but ya got me bent backwards

I roll another swisher I don't like to smoke backwoods

Bricksquad bandana fool, trapped out since grammar school

Bricksquad atlanta crew, she got a bandana too

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 chainz:]

Yea I got that fire

For ya fyi

Nigga didn't respect me, it's hello, goodbye

All my hoes is dykin (dykin), all yo hoes is triflin (triflin)

Yea I got a pistol but the bullets from a rifle

Yea they call me deuce, I got deuces on my coupe

Put two swishers together look like I'm blowing on a flute

Yea nigga we up, we ride up on you

Ralph lauren teddy bear it's not winnie the pooh

Yea nigga we winnin, and spend it on these women

And I ain't playing soccer when I'm kicking it at lenox

Say what up to louie, say what up to fendi

Nigga know what we doin I make it so I spend it

[Hook]