Vette Pass By - Intellectual

[Intro: Gucci Mane]

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Vette pass by, everybody looking

Six stoves in the house and everybody cooking

Wrist like, "Blaow," chain like, "Ow"

We throw it in the air to watch it come down

You riding vert, whoosh, them bullets go, "Whoosh"

You got a common cold, we got the bird flu

You riding vert, whoosh, them bullets go, "Whoosh"

You got a common cold, we got the bird flu

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

This house is stupid perp, they cost me half a rack

AK half a stack, so we ain't gon hit back

I'm at the gambling house, I won 'bout eighty bands

And went to Magic City and did the rain dance

I'm the cave man, stupid band man

Rubber band man, I'm Extra Gram Sam

A stupid fruity sack, a stupid fruity pack

Crazy Gucci shoes, where you get 'em at?

I said it's all white, 'bout a fifty pack

The hottest nigga in the nation ain't dropped yet

Where them pots at? Where them Glocks at?

I kick the door in, where them plots at?

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Vette pass by, everybody looking

Six stoves in the house and everybody cooking

Wrist like, "Blaow," chain like, "Ow"

We throw it in the air to watch it come down

You riding vert, whoosh, them bullets go, "Whoosh"

You got a common cold, we got the bird flu

You riding vert, whoosh, them bullets go, "Whoosh"

You got a common cold, we got the bird flu

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Cartoon chain, Papa Smurf ring

All red wings, So Icey airplane

Gucci Mane hat, Gucci Mane shirt

Louis V shoes, Louis V purp

We ain't the Big Tymers, but bitch, we got work

We get our roll on in new school verts

Old school's cool, but most of ours new

Gesundheit, bitch, we got the bird flu

But we'll bless you, so say, "Achoo"

We'll turn them house shoes into some Prada shoes

On the east side, we play by Gucci rules

He's only in the hood when he's commissioned to

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Vette pass by, everybody looking

Six stoves in the house and everybody cooking

Wrist like, "Blaow," chain like, "Ow"

We throw it in the air to watch it come down

You riding vert, whoosh, them bullets go, "Whoosh"

You got a common cold, we got the bird flu

You riding vert, whoosh, them bullets go, "Whoosh"

You got a common cold, we got the bird flu

[Verse 3: OJ Da Juiceman]

The bird flu got me, the Jacob watch Rocky

Balboa'd the diamond now, I'm So Icey

Young Juiceman, goddammit, I'm the shit

Boomin' off the chain, workin' with fifty bricks

Now-a-later cars, crew blue chains

32 karat posted on my pinky ring

Been a hundred charger, sneaker color donk

Super bad bitch, ayy, pocket with the mumps, ayy

Common cold nigga, ayy, this ain't what you want, ayy

'72 donk, ayy, with no skirt

Whoa, six stoves cookin', mean we got work

Young Juiceman, cuz, smokin' nine pounds of purp

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Vette pass by, everybody looking

Six stoves in the house and everybody cooking

Wrist like, "Blaow," chain like, "Ow"

We throw it in the air to watch it come down

You riding vert, whoosh, them bullets go, "Whoosh"

You got a common cold, we got the bird flu

You riding vert, whoosh, them bullets go, "Whoosh"

You got a common cold, we got the bird flu