Ferrari Boyz
Holiday season!
Pyong! catch up!
It's gucci!
I'm in the yellow thang on the expressway
That bitch so nasty it might give a bitch 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 nigga 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 cut up?
But I'd rather pull up solo in the yellow 2-seater
Gucci!
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 fuck my chain, damn near wanna fuck my name?
Deep-dish rims on my horses, mane
That's how me and gucci mane claim
Iced out?
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 shit but I know they lame as hell
One thing I ain't gon?
Pussy nigga you sweet as hell
My name ring bells, my engine loud as hell
Shit, my 'rari cost about 230 bills...
Brick squad monopoly, that's my company
Bitch I'm buying all the property...
Pyong! catch up!
It's gucci!
I'm in the yellow thang on the expressway
That bitch so nasty it might give a bitch 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 nigga 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 cut up?
But I'd rather pull up solo in the yellow 2-seater
Gucci!
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 fuck my chain, damn near wanna fuck my name?
Deep-dish rims on my horses, mane
That's how me and gucci mane claim
Iced out?
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 shit but I know they lame as hell
One thing I ain't gon?
Pussy nigga you sweet as hell
My name ring bells, my engine loud as hell
Shit, my 'rari cost about 230 bills...
Brick squad monopoly, that's my company
Bitch I'm buying all the property...
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Writer(s): Radric Davis, Christopher Gholson, Juaquin Malphurs
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