Drove U Crazy - Gucci Mane, Bryson Tiller

Huh, yeah, it’s Gucci!

Tiller!

Brr, brr-brr!

Pull up in a Lam', it’ll 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 foamin' mouth like the bitch got rabies

Got me runnin' out the spot like the spot got raided

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

Smilin' 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 skatin'

Nah, you don’t call me baby

We ain’t finna go to the mall, Ms. Lady

When you leave me feelin' standin' tall, Ms. Lady

Like can you 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?

Tell 'em how crazy I drove you

Talk about how crazy you drove me

Talk about them favors you owe me

Talk about them

Talk about them lies you told me

Talk about true colors you showed me

Talk about them, what?

Tell 'em how crazy I drove you

Talk about how crazy you drove me

Talk about them favors you owe me

Talk about them

Talk about them lies you told me

Talk about true colors you showed me

Talk about them

Aye, lil' mama say she fuck with me tough, yeah

Lil' mama say she fuck with me tough, yeah

Her ex-boyfriend's words cut deep

Aye, Young Tiller in the cut, yeah

Aye, Young Tiller goin' up, yeah

At your head with that uppercut, 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, I grew, hey

Now they wanna show my moves, hey

Every 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’m sorry, you cannot lean on my shoulder

I already got too many burdens

Most of them 'bout to 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 that wanna hate now

What?

Tell 'em how crazy I drove you

Talk about how crazy you drove me

Talk about them favors you owe me

Talk about them

Talk about them lies you told me

Talk about true colors you showed me

Talk about them, what?

Tell 'em how crazy I drove you

Talk about how crazy you drove me

Talk about them favors you owe me

Talk about them

Talk about them lies you told me

Talk about true colors you showed me

Talk about them

Huh, Tiller, Gucci, huh, brr!

Woo, it’s Wizzop, huh!