Drove U Crazy (feat. Bryson Tiller)

Gucci

Tiller!

Brr Brr Brr

Pull up in a lamb, and I drive you crazy

Had to cut her off cause the bitch too lazy

She wanna ride the wave, but my waves too wavy

And your car too slow you need to drive Miss Daisy

Jumped out the feds like "Fuck You, pay me

"Got her foaming at the mouth like the bitch got rabies

Got me running out the spot Like the spot got raided

Cause I'm so much different then the nigga you dated

Smiling in the camera like bitch I made it

Big Guwop got the whole club faded

Got a bitch so bad that my ex bitch hate it

Tell me how you feel when you see me shkatin

'Nah you don't call me baby

We ain't finna go to the mall Ms. Lady

When you leave it leave a nigga standing tall Ms. Lady

Like keys take it take it take it all Ms. Lady

Never get a love like this

Never ever ever meet a thug like this

Never met a plug like this

Never seen a nigga in the club like this

Never hug like this

Never pour Ace of Spades in the tub like this

Never got drunk like this

Or beat from the back on the rug like this

What...

Talk 'bout how crazy I drove you

Talk 'bout how crazy you drove me

Talk 'bout them favors you owe me

Talk 'bout them

Talk about them lies you told me

Talk about true colors you showed me

Talk 'bout them

What...

Talk 'bout how crazy I drove you

Talk 'bout how crazy you drove me

Talk 'bout them favors you owe me

Talk 'bout them

Talk about them lies you told me

Talk about true colors you showed me

Talk 'bout them

Aye lil mama say she fuck with me tough yeah

Lil mama say she fuck with me tough yeah

Her ex boyfriend words cut deep

At young tiller in the cut yeah

Aye, Young tiller growin' up yeah

At your head upper cut with it yeah

I'm still on the motherfuckin' come up

But y'all already know where I'm from yeah

Straight from the 502 hey,

Southside dirty our crew hey

Now they watch all my moves hey

Everything little thing that I do and say

My old bitch said she need closure

I just think she wanna get closer

I just think she want some exposure

Tell people how crazy I drove her

Tell people all the dreams I sold her

I sorry you cannot lean on my shoulder

I already got too many burdens

Most of them give to my attorney

I got too many niggas in my face now

This ain't the time nor place now

This for my niggas that stay down

Fuck all you niggas wanna hate now

What...

Talk 'bout how crazy I drove you

Talk 'bout how crazy you drove me

Talk 'bout them favors you owe me

Talk 'bout them

Talk about them lies you told me

Talk about true colors you showed me

Talk 'bout them

What...

Talk 'bout how crazy I drove you

Talk 'bout how crazy you drove me

Talk 'bout them favors you owe me

Talk 'bout them

Talk about them lies you told me

Talk about true colors you showed me

Talk 'bout them