Drive Fast - Hard 2 Kill Lyrics - Gucci Mane

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 yo' hair blow 

Let yo' hair blow, let yo' 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 yo' hair blow 

Let yo' hair blow, let yo' 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 

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Cornerstore, 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 'cuase 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 yo' hair blow 

Let yo' hair blow, let yo' 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 yo' hair blow 

Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow 

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 yo' hair blow 

Let yo' hair blow, let yo' 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 yo' hair blow 

Let yo' hair blow, let yo' hair blow 

Yeah Rose, red Mikey's wit Bapes, 

On some pharaoh shit, bitches feedin' niggas grapes 

I'ma buy some hot wings but I could buy steak 

But I'm good wit 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 wit them other fluid 

Trappa slash rappa but a full time G 

Smokin' purp wit 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