yo is Wardell Gucci up in here going to rap The bills in this motherfreakin house aye Wardell Gucci makes that Cash Money every single day with my crew whipping in my benz aye your girl gets freaky with me Because I am a Rapper and a lot of people hating on me i like freak em and i blow up in 2 months with murder Mode aye not like murder on my mind tho but you if you want smoke i will gun you down with a ak 47 shout out to devin dollar and lil Radio them my homies i dont understand why you haters keep i blow you with a choppa motherfucker gang i be thuggin in the house with My homies making that money and i always keep a gun on me but if i don't have a gun is a problem and i make a motherfuckin bleed it like blueface and make your girl bussdown like thotiana and check me rap sheet and i don't no rap beef with you stupid weak punks a lot punks like you weaker than a twit call your self a rapper but you beats is Sloppy get off the clique you motherfuckin clout chaser and i am the one who made mobizen rapper but you copy my rap so that makes me mad i shoot a punk right in to his lip and shoot him in his face but i pay my respect tho i forgot you a lame punk from school i thought you were my homie now you a punk to me now but you i cant rap you sound like a punk to me because you fight nothing when i see you again i punch you in your crap punk