[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
