Ferrari Boyz

Get out my lane I'm in the yellow thang, on the expressway

That bitch so nasty it might give a bitch road rage

Get out my lane - Ferrari Boyz

You see the chain - So Icey boys

I'm ridin in a mansion, but I don't think I'm fancy

But I cut the blinker on and my diamonds dancin

Once upon a time, a little while ago

There was a nigga in a 'rarri with a pretty yellow hoe

Got my head held up, cause I think I'm handsome

As the media portrayin me as Charles Manson

And I coulda bought a Phantom, road here four deeper

But I'd rather pull up solo in the yellow two-seater

Gucci!

Get out my lane! Ferrari Boyz

You see the chain - So Icey boys

Riding in the 'rarri same color as Bacardi

She don't like me shawty man she like my car

Damn near wanna fuck my chain, damn near wanna fuck my name

Wanna bust every nigga in the clique I claim

Deep-dish rims ain't no offsets mane

That's how me and Gucci Mane came

Iced out poppin shit, drunk switchin lanes

I rock bandanas like Santana, screamin out "Who want some anna?"

Made a million off my words, they in love with my country grammar

That's the antenna, cause these rap nigga careers got static in it

I'm a walkin meal ticket, just wait a minute

Bank account got commas in it, all black 'rarri know the llamas in it

I hear them talkin gangsta shit but I know they lame as hell

One thing I ain't gon' do, pussy nigga you scared of jail

My name ring bells, my engine loud as hell

Shit, my 'rarri cost about 230 bails

I'm just lane changin, chain swangin {FERRARI BOYZ}