On the Way - Gucci Mane, Young Thug, Mpa Duke

My country boys on the way, I’m finna serve 'em

I want you to hold this K, and don’t act nervous

Got them goons around me, and they workin'

We gettin' them birds in, and that’s for certain

He claim that he a boss but he never took a loss

Playin' both sides, that’s the shit’ll get yo' ass offed

Got some shooters on the buggy, they’ll kill yo' ass for nothin'

Run up on you wit' that carbon, empty clip into his necklace

They vicious!

Them bitches naked washin' dishes

She like my lifestyle, she say we live too relentless

Two thousand for my Gators, them bitches look itchy

Bitches got bunks and I’m rich like Donald Trump

Ridin' round wit' that pump, pockets look like a lump

Weed smellin' like skunk, blunts big as a stump

Bitches wan' fuck Young Thug and they wanna fuck uncle unc

Thugger not wit' the bullshit, baby, I just want fun

Ballin' all in the lobby, baby, I came up on midgets

Nah, we not gettin' pulled over but my whole crew got them tickets

Baby, I’m YSL, I know you come to the funeral

Nah, I’m not psychic but I got powers just like Yu-Gi-Oh!

I’m in the front of the line like the muhfuckin' hearse do

I know Thugga killed verse 1, I’m bout to kill verse 2

DK in the new Ferrari, damn, we ridin' round the lobby

We so high off life, and we ain’t got no fuckin' options

Reel them ducks in, we call it goin' fishin'

Washin' machine all that money, we call it cleanin' dishes

Makin' birds take a bath, we call it shavin' pigeons

And I ain’t PeeWee Longway but ya ho know I’m dealin'

Swear I’m cold-hearted, I don’t got no feelings

In that new drop top, I don’t got no ceiling

The roof is absent, ball like I got cancer

I’m the man in Atlanta, ask yo' favorite dancer