[Intro]
{LISTEN TO THE TRACK, b*tch}
Get out my lane [8X]
[Gucci Mane]
I'm in the yellow thang, on the expressway
That b**h so nasty it might give a b**h road rage
Get out my lane - Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain - So Icey boys
I'm ridin in a mansion, but I don't think I'm fancy
But I cut the blinker on and my diamonds dancin
Once upon a time, a little while ago
There was a n***a in a 'rarri with a pretty yellow hoe
Got my head held up, cause I think I'm handsome
As the media portrayin me as Charles Manson
And I coulda bought a Phantom, road here four deeper
But I'd rather pull up solo in the yellow two-seater
Gucci!
[Chorus 4X: Gucci Mane]
Get out my lane! Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain - So Icey boys
[Waka Flocka Flame]
Riding in the 'rarri same color as Bacardi
She don't like me shawty man she like my car
Damn near wanna f** my chain, damn near wanna f** my name
Wanna bust every n***a in the clique I claim
Deep-dish rims ain't no offsets mane
That's how me and Gucci Mane came
Iced out poppin sh**, drunk switchin lanes
I rock bandanas like Santana, screamin out "Who want some anna?"
Made a million off my words, they in love with my country grammar
That's the antenna, cause these rap n***a careers got static in it
I'm a walkin meal ticket, just wait a minute
Bank account got commas in it, all black 'rarri know the llamas in it
I hear them talkin gangsta sh** but I know they lame as hell
One thing I ain't gon' do, p**y n***a you scared of jail
My name ring bells, my engine loud as hell
sh**, my 'rarri cost about 230 bails
[Chorus]
[Interlude: repeat 4X]
I'm just lane changin, chain swangin [3X]
{FERRARI BOYZ}
[Chorus]