[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Huh, yeah! It's Gucci!
Tiller! Brrr! Brrr-brrr!
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Pull up in a Lamb, it'll drive you crazy,
Had to cut her off ‘cause the bitch too lazy,
She wanna ride the wave, but my waves too wavy,
And your car too slow, you need to drive Miss Daisy.
Jumped out the feds like, «Fuck you, pay me!»
Got her foamin mouth like the bitch got rabies,
Got me runnin out the spot like the spot got raided,
‘Cause I'm so much different then the nigga you dated,
Smilin' in the camera like, “Bitch, I made it!”
Big Guwop got the whole club faded,
Got a bitch so bad that my ex bitch hate it,
Tell me how you feel when you see me skatin,
Nah, you don't call me baby.
We ain't finna go to the mall, Ms. Lady,
When you leave me feelin standing tall, Ms. Lady,
Like can you take it, take it, take it all Ms. Lady?
Never get a love like this,
Never-ever-ever meet a thug like this,
Never met a plug like this,
Never seen a nigga in the club like this,
Never hug like this,
Never pour Ace of Spades in the tub like this,
Never got drunk like this
Or beat from the back on the rug like this.
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
What?
Tell 'em how crazy I drove you,
Talk about how crazy you drove me,
Talk about them favors you owe me,
Talk about them.
Talk about them lies you told me,
Talk about true colors you showed me,
Talk about them, what?
Tell 'em how crazy I drove you,
Talk about how crazy you drove me,
Talk about them favors you owe me,
Talk about them.
Talk about them lies you told me,
Talk about true colors you showed me,
Talk about them.
[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]
Aye, lil mama say she fuck with me, tough, yeah!
Aye, lil mama say she fuck with me, tough, yeah!
Her ex boyfriend's words cut deep,
Aye, Young Tiller in the cut, yeah!
Aye, Young Tiller goin' up, yeah!
At your head with it upper cut, yeah!
I'm still on the mothafuckin' come up,
But y'all already know where I'm from, yeah!
Straight from the 502, hey!
Southside Dirty I crew, hey!
Now they wanna show my moves, hey!
Every little thing that I do and say.
My old bitch said she need closure,
I just think she wanna get closer,
I just think she want some exposure,
Tell people how crazy I drove her,
Tell people all the dreams I sold her.
I'm sorry you cannot lean on my shoulder,
I already got too many burdens,
Most of them bout to give to my attorney,
I got too many niggas in my face now,
This ain't the time nor place now,
This for my niggas that stay down,
Fuck all you niggas that wanna hate now!
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
What?
Tell 'em how crazy I drove you,
Talk about how crazy you drove me,
Talk about them favors you owe me,
Talk about them.
Talk about them lies you told me,
Talk about true colors you showed me,
Talk about them, what?
Tell 'em how crazy I drove you,
Talk about how crazy you drove me,
Talk about them favors you owe me,
Talk about them.
Talk about them lies you told me,
Talk about true colors you showed me,
Talk about them.