Hot Damn Gucci Mane

[Intro]
Hot Dayyum
(Hot, hot, steaming hot)

[Hook]
A steering wheel [?] bout the size of a dinner plate
So many VVS when you see it, you gotta say...

Is your lights on? Iced out? Diamonds on my chest, money [?] all on my wrist, my fist it be like...
All the hoes say it... (Burr!)
Then the niggas be like diamonds on his chest, neck, wrist, all fist bad, Gucci mane La Flare, he the shit

[Verse 1]
Gucci Mane in the party woah, woah, kemosabe (Woah, woah)
I'm so sick with the words, think I need chemotherapy (Woah, woah)
[?] but this beat is a symphony (Hah)
Gucci Mane a [?] but you should take a whiff of it
Halloween diamond chain, hoes wanna trick or treat, rather trick it out before I take your bitch out to eat
My checks so foolish, girl I spent a hundred G's
I could trade my breitling in and get a hundred [?]
Hundred peice ain't nothing to me, I need at least two-thousand keys
Where are those two-thousand [?] cause it be dry down here a week
Fat mouth full of [?], twenty-thousand for a feat

[Hook]
A steering wheel [?] bout the size of a dinner plate
So many VVS when you see it, you gotta say...