[Intro: Gucci Mane]

Drumma Boy

Gucci

(Ha) Go, go

Ha, damn

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Hallelujah

My plug just sent me fifty, I got first right of refusal

My bitch is my main shooter, I might make my bitch go do you

Don't bring your bitch around my chick, my bitch might Jimmy Choo her

It's Guwop, I ain't hip-hop, but I bet my diamonds bluer

Got three spots, I got two drops and it ain't no nigga cooler

Got three rings, I got ten chains and I think I'm Rick the Ruler

Got them young niggas in my straight eight 'cause that's how I maneuver (Gucci)

Made Trap Back, I had a flash back when I shot at that intruder

In a section full of bad bitches and they all wanna smoke hookah

The way I beat the block, the way I work the track, make you think I'm a producer (Drumma)

Inside your head, Medusa, you're dumb head, you need a tutor

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I might not buy you no Mercedes

But I'ma drive your ass crazy

That sucker shit, it don't phase me

The way she suck it so amazing

I'm 'bout to drive a bitch crazy

That sucker shit just don't phase me

I'm 'bout to make a bitch pay me

You takin' care of nigga, baby

I'm 'bout to drive a bitch crazy

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame ]

Red flag, no black car

Flatback car, off two bars with three broads

Forty grand in my G-Stars

Pink slips, don't lease ours

Who the fuck you think we are? Retard

Kick start this Brick Squad, that can detach your body parts

Trapped up like toll cars, goons have it real like the drug lords

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]

Got young shooters and dope guards

My A&R are some dope boys

Like a drug czar in a cold war

Pistol whip a nigga with a crowbar

Security guards, they trailin' you, so we pullin' up and shootin' both cars

Bag a nigga like a bag boy, paint a nigga like Mozart

Say he lived his life as a kingpin, then why they find his ass in the junkyard?

Murder shit I know, boy, I ain't really scared of no boy

Couple of home boys in Lovejoy and they all waitin' to come home, boy

Got bricks all in my fender, bricks all in my floorboards

And you know a nigga paid the low for it, but disrespect me, I can't go for it

All my hoes'll fly for it, all my niggas'll die for it

I can tell a killer when I see one, you can say Gucci got a eye for it

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I might not buy you no Mercedes

But I'ma drive your ass crazy

That sucker shit, it don't phase me

The way she suck it so amazing

I'm 'bout to drive a bitch crazy

That sucker shit just don't phase me

I'm 'bout to make a bitch pay me

You takin' care of nigga, baby

I'm 'bout to drive a bitch crazy