Released on October 10, 2006

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[Intro: Gucci Mane]

Yeah, Gucci {*4X*}

Yeah, Gucci {*4X*} (So Icy, So Icy)

Zaytoven baby


[Chorus: Jason Caesar]

I drive real fast baby I don't drive slow

I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow

Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow

Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow


[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I drive a sports car bitch, put them Bapes to the gas

If you scared go to church cause I'm fin' ta drive fast

Throwing cash out the brains of a '74 Oldsmo'

Me and ol' mojo, he need to get some mo' dough

Cornerstore, Amoco, Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals

Niggas want that work, lil shawty meet right by Gresham Road

East side up, put them E's in the air

If you smoking bubba kush, put them trees in the air

I'm smoking on that kush so it's stankin up my car

They call me "twinkle twinkle" cause they know that I'm a star

I told her come here then I didn't say shit

Cause my ice talk for me, I don't need no broke bitch


[Chorus: Jason Caesar]

I drive real fast baby I don't drive slow

I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow

Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow

Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow


[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Verse two, Gucci fit shoes, and a purse too

Skittle up yo' chain, turn your watch to Starburst too

Put them Lemonheads in yo' ears

Put them Fruity Pebbles on yo' fingers, now you envied by yo' peers

And I'mma get yo' ass in shape

All that Gucci Louis tone got yo' ass losin weight (leanin)

Gucci Mane got you straight, huh?

You know he got that cake, gave it to her first date

I'mma ride down the block like a damn X pill

Standin tall on them sixes like some damn high heels

I'mma roll down the block like a damn X pill

Standin tall on them sixes like some damn high heels


[Chorus: Jason Caesar]

I drive real fast baby I don't drive slow

I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow

Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow

Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow


[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]

Yeah Rose, red Monkeys wit da Bapes

On some pharaoh shit, bitches feedin a nigga grapes

I'mma buy some hot wings, but I could buy steak

But I'm good with a trap bitch a model too fake

Zaytoven on the beat so you know they gon' hate

Got that Tony Tiger kush, man that shit smoke great

Got that waterboy mentality, I think I can do it

Try me and your body filled with embalming fluid

Trapper slash rapper but a full time G

Smokin purp' with my boys, 'bout two or three P's

I'm a trapper slash rapper but a full time G

Smokin purp' with my boys, 'bout two or three P's


[Chorus: Jason Caesar]

I drive real fast baby I don't drive slow

I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow

Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow

Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow