Mi 2 EA

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Trappin' out the beamer and I'm sittin' like a n**** rich With the top back dawg, I left it with the dealership Explicit lyrics so I'm known for gettin' censorship N****s gettin' pistol whipped when I pull my finger tip Pistol grip pumped and I'm ridin' in a Challenger Vacation to Canada, pistol whip your manager Fuckin' on the camera like Tommy Lee and Pamela M-I crooked letter Zone 6 East Atlanta Gucci Mane Sosa no more Gucci Montana Bandanas on my car antenna, purple in my purple Fanta Yellow in my yellow Fanta, yellow diamonds, yellow bones Gucci Mane carryin' on, canary yellow scooby stones Crazy rabbits, crazy carats, no you cannot never wear it No you cannot have it, so much money, but I never share it Gucci, gucci, reppin' East Atlanta [Chorus] Doin' ninety in the fifty Bussin' down a Swisher Sweet, rollin' up the sticky Cup got me empty, so I'm feelin' kinda tipsy Bussin' down bricks from Zone 6 to Mississippi Doin' ninety in the fifty Bussin' down a Swisher Sweet, rollin' up the sticky Cup got me empty, so I'm feelin' kinda tipsy Bussin' down bricks from Zone 6 to Mississippi [Verse 2] Fresh '95 Air Max and my stunner kit Smellin' like that purple green, lookin' like a hundred bricks Got a hundred licks 'cause I keep this shit a hundred, bitch Its only two sides -- real or fake -- who you runnin' wit? Coach wallet, Louis frames, Gucci money clip Hangin' on the block with n****s who ain't got a pot to piss A hustler not a lover, trick, got 'em outta Chick ridin' in the space shuttle talkin' to 'em like a gutta bitch Thuggin' since I was a jit, you can ask my brother, bitch Callin' like ze-ro's, Mississippi Zone 6 Zone shit, whole click totin' or rollin' chrome, bitch Keep that bullshit you smokin' on, I got my own zip And I don't know where home is, but I know where zones is Where you at? Where you from? Who you know? That's what the zones is Grey Goose [?] y'all pussies just misdemeanors [Chorus] Doin' ninety in the fifty Bussin' down a Swisher Sweet, rollin' up the sticky Cup got me empty, so I'm feelin' kinda tipsy Bussin' down bricks from Zone 6 to Mississippi Doin' ninety in the fifty Bussin' down a Swisher Sweet, rollin' up the sticky Cup got me empty, so I'm feelin' kinda tipsy Bussin' down bricks from Zone 6 to Mississippi [Verse 3] Go to my hood everybody wanna gang bang And if I come up through yo hood I see the same thang We all the same, man, we all up in the same game Tired of seein' all my n****s workin' with the chain gang M-I crooked letter, all about that cheddar (M-I crooked letter Zone 6 East Atlanta) Lounge if I want to, clown if I want to Come through your city and put it down when I want to Makin' entertainment where the movement is the music On top of the game, there ain't no room for more improvement We just some real n****s, we on the same thang Bitch I might be gettin' high with Gucci Mane ATL, Mississippi yeah you 'bout to get it [?] music so icey, precisely Give a damn if you haters don't like me I'mma be a rebel chillin' in the crooked letter On the real