Holiday Season!
PYONG! Catch up!
It's Gucci!
I'm in the yellow thang on the expressway
That b*tch so nasty it might give a b*tch road rage
Get out my lane: Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain: So Icey Boyz
I'm running in a mansion but I don't think I'm fancy
But I cut the blinker on and my diamonds dancing
Once upon a time, a little while ago
There was a n*gga in a "Rari with a pretty yellow ho
Got my head held up cause I think I'm handsome
But the media portraying me as Charles Manson
And I coulda bought a fantom role hell four deeper
But I'd rather pull up solo in the yellow 2-seater
Gucci!
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Get out my lane! Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain: So Icey Boyz
Riding in the 'Rari same color as Bacardi
She don't like me, shawty, man she like my car
Damn near wanna f*ck my chain, damn near wanna f*ck my name
I'mma bust every n*ggah in the click I claim
Deep-dish rims on my horses, mane
That's how me and Gucci Mane claim
Iced out popping sh*t joints for chains
How our bandana's like Santana's, screaming out
"Who wants some Banner?"
Hit a million off my words, they love my Country Grammar
That's the antenna, but your rapping careers got static in it
I'm a walking meal ticket, just wait a minute
Bank account got commas in it
All that while ? was in it
I hear em talking gangsta sh*t but I know they lame as hell
One thing I ain't gon do
pus*y n*gga you scared of jail
My name ring bells, my engine loud as hell
sh*t, my 'Rari cost about two hundred and thirty bills
Brick Squad monopoly, that's my company
b*tch I'm buying all the property