Gucci Mane - Burrr lyrics

Drumma Boy SOD Brick Squad Chorus Burr, Burr, Burr, Burr, Burr Burr, Burr, Burr, Burr, Burr Burr, Burr, Burr, Burr, Burr Burr, Burr, Burr, Burr, Burr Gucci Drama, Gucci, Soulja You wanna visit Gucci world girl here's a brochure want a cold watch, make yur wife say burr Goth balls in my ear like Burr Burr Burr Got a rari with the engine in the rear, look at here Shinin harder than yu partna, Red Air max match the cardinals You my son, I'm yur father, This a Trap style on the other So its poppin, Orville Redenbacher, I'm so OJ okay Im so Waka Flocka f** it, I might smoke in front the DA I'm so Gotti i might buck it, three two drops so I'mma feel like f** it you a crab still in the bucket, Got a 6 K show in Kentucky Run upon a kid, and yu won't be lucky, might be around then yu will be unlucky 38 revolver in the club, try Brick Squad and this sh** get ugly Soulja Boy Swagg, Swagg, Swagg Swagg, Swagg, Swagg Swagg, Swagg, Swagg, Soulja Boy off in this hoe, Im gon roll up all the dro Gucci on the pa**enger, The Ferrari is painted woh!! Boy yu already know, The yellow diamond browling boy 50 stacks plus 100 stacks a hunned racks i hit destroy I aint for that f**in pain, b**h yu know my name Swang Swang with the Gucci Mane mane yu know i let my chain hang i'm gon do my thang Soulja boy gon Bling Bling bling bling and i let it Burr!! all off in yur ear Disappear, b**h yu hate on me, Mane yu fake on me And its like a master piece the way my artists tatt on me tatted on my chest, tatted on my neck mane yu know its like I think I'm DJ Khaled, cuz we the f**in Best Yo Gotti Cheaa!! Cheahh! I amm!! Yo Gottiii White bracelet so ignorant, the yellow one and match kit Cold hearted n***a, and i run around with lunatics They be on some shootin sh**, I be on some neutral sh** Since I got some soildiers, oh so i might as well jus used them sh**s (Burr!!) Left his body cold, you know the story go n***a disrespect a king, left him fulla bullet holes (Burr!!) Shawty go with it, work the pole with it Magic city money, touch yur toes with it (Burr!!) Rubber bands snap (Burr!!), Money flowin up (Burr!!) Money flowin down (Burr!!), They just bagging up (Burr!!) Half a million ones, (Ones!!) thats a lotta papers (Burr!!) Couple hunned guns, ready for the haters