Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Performer
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Gholson
Christopher Gholson
Songwriter
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Mixing Engineer
Drumma Boy
Drumma Boy
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Listen to this track, bitch
[Verse 2]
Get out my lane
Get out my lane
Get out my lane
Get out my lane
Get out my lane
Get out my lane
Get out my lane
[Verse 3]
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 icy boyz
I'm runnin' in a mansion, but I don't think I'm fancy
But I cut the blinker on and my diamonds dancing
Once upon a time, a little while ago
There was a **** in a Rari with a pretty yellow ho
Got my head held up 'cause I think I'm handsome
But the media portraying me as Charles Manson
And I coulda bought a Fantom role, hell four deeper
But I'd rather pull up solo in the yellow two-seater
Gucci
[Verse 4]
Get out my lane
Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz
Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain, so icy boyz
Get out my lane
Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz
Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain, so icy boyz
[Verse 5]
Get out my lane
Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz
Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain, so icy boyz
Get out my lane
Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz
Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain, so icy boyz
[Verse 6]
Ridin' in the 'Rari, 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
I'ma bust every **** in the clink I claim
Deep-dish rims on my horses, mane
That's how me and Gucci Mane came
Iced out, popping shit, joints for chains
Our bandanas like Santana's
Screaming out, "Who wants some Banner?"
Made a million off my words, they love my Country Grammar
That's the antenna, but your rapping career's got static in it
I'm a walking meal ticket, just wait a minute
Bank account got commas in it
All that while, the rhyme was in it
I hear them talkin' gangsta shit
But I know they lame as hell
One thing I ain't gon' do
Pussy ****, you scared of jail
My name ring bells
My engine loud as hell
Shit, my 'Rari cost about two hundred and thirty bills
[Verse 7]
Get out my lane
Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz
Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain, so icy boyz
Get out my lane
Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz
Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain, so icy boyz
[Verse 8]
Get out my lane
Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz
Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain, so icy boyz
Get out my lane
Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz
Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain, so icy boyz
[Verse 9]
I'm just layin', changin' chains
Swinging lanes
Changin' chains
Swinging lanes
Changin' chains
Swinging (Whoa boy)
I'm just layin', changin' chains
Swinging lanes
Changin' chains
Swinging lanes
Changin' chains
Swinging (Whoa boy)
[Verse 10]
I'm just layin', changin' chains
Swinging lanes
Changin' chains
Swinging lanes
Changin' chains
Swinging (Whoa boy)
I'm just layin', changin' chains
Swinging lanes
Changin' chains
Swinging lanes
Changin' chains
Swinging (Whoa boy)
[Verse 11]
Get out my lane
Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz
Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain, so icy boyz
Get out my lane
Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz
Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain, so icy boyz
[Verse 12]
Get out my lane
Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz
Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain, so icy boyz
Get out my lane
Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz
Ferrari Boyz
You see the chain, so icy boyz
Written by: Christopher Gholson, J. Malphurs, R. Davis
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