Gucci Mane - Driving Fast Lyrics

Yeah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Yeah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
(So icy, so icy)
Seytoba baby

I drive real fast baby, I don't drive slow
I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow
Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow
Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow

I drive real fast baby, I don't drive slow
I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow
Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow
Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow

I drive a sports car bitch, put 'em Bapes to the gas
If you scared go to church 'cause I'm finna drive fast
Throwing cash out the brain of a '74 Oldsmo
There no mojo he need to get some mo do

Corner store, Amaco, bought a crist to flat show
Niggas want that wola, shawty meet right by Grocian Road
East side up, put them E's in the air
If you smoking bubba Kush, put them trees in the air

I'm smoking on that Kush so it's stankin' up my car
They call me twinkle twinkle 'cause they know that I'm a star
I told her, come here then I didn't say shit
'cause my ice talk for me, I don't need no broke bitch

I drive real fast baby, I don't drive slow
I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow
Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow
Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow

I drive real fast baby, I don't drive slow
I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow
Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow
Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow

Verse 2, Gucci fish, shoes and a purse too
Steala of yo chain, turn yo watch to Starburst too

Put them Lemon Heads in yo ears
Put them Fruity Pebbles in yo fingers
Now you're envied by yo peers
And I'ma get yo ass in shape

All that Gucci Louie Chong got yo ass loosin' weight
(Leanin')
Gucci Mane got you straight, huh?
You know he got that cake
Gave it to her first date

I'ma ride down the block like a damn X Pill
Standin' tall on them sixes like some damn high heels
I'ma roll down the block like a damn X Pill
Standin' tall on them sixes like some damn high heels

I drive real fast baby, I don't drive slow
I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow
Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow
Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow

I drive real fast baby, I don't drive slow
I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow
Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow
Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow

Yeah, rose, red Mikey's with Bapes
On some pharaoh shit, bitches feedin' niggas grapes
I'ma buy some hot wings but I could buy steak
But I'm good with a trout, bitch a model too fake

They toyin' on the beat, so you know they gone hate
Had that Tony Tiger Kush, man that shit smoke great
Got that water bumpin' talented, I think I can do it
Drop me and yo body fill with them other fluid

Trappa slash rappa but a full time G
Smokin' purp with my boys, 'bout 2 or 3 P's
I'm a trappa, slash rappa but a full time G
Smokin' purp wit my boys, 'bout 2 or 3 P's

I drive real fast baby, I don't drive slow
I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow
Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow
Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow

I drive real fast baby, I don't drive slow
I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow
Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow
Let ya hair blow, let ya hair blow