Flaccccccccccck

Tell these mark ass niggaz that I'm not the one (THE ONE)

Some of them might get away but I'm shootin' one

I'm back on my bully shit, that Ritchie Rock On Any Block Shit, jhi cockin' guns

Michael Khors Jacket, Nike Kicks, and Versaces shades

I am the bull, nigga named Gambino

Hope somebody got a couple limbs they can lend ya

Cause I'm the President, pull up to ya residentz

Say hello to the (gunshot) coolest bull ya ever met

Flack, Flack, Flack, Flack, Flack, Flack

Sawed-offed followed by the coolest kickz (Nikes)

When I come through, It gets drippy than a that washed remix of Loc'd Up!

I leave the blood stains of ya head like that nigga did in Uninvited Guest

I hit one, you hit one, that means who alive

But if they come back to DC, that's a suicide

I got some the OG's, better let these rookie nigaz know who am I

In Miami already chillin with your bitch!