Them Boyz Ain’t Right Gucci Mane (Ft. Waka Flocka Flame)

[Intro: Gucci Mane & DJ Holiday]
Burr!
It's Gucci, huh
It's Gucci, Flocka, squad
Holiday season
It's Gucci, huh
It's Gucci, Flocka, squad
Holiday season

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Them boys ain't right, the hood so crazy
These hoes so crazy, they still ain't nice
I swear these hoes ain't right
The boys sell cake as they whippin' up babies
And dodgin' cell cases, them boys trap tight
The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies
I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right
The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies
I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Sellin' that white, get everything together better have shit right
They don't fist fight, we don't throw right
We East Atlanta niggas and we like to throw dice (Holiday season)
They up all night, gone off X, sippin' that lean, thinkin' 'bout sex
I fucked a lot of [?], so who's up next
I ain't tryna brag but Flocka's here flexin'
I'm flexin', I'm flexin', my bodies tatted up like a Mexican
And I got no heart like a tin man, I killed ten men and their next of kin