[Intro: DJ Drama]
This is what's happenin'
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & DJ Drama]
Them pretty things got me across the border (Uh)
Before they go in Bentleys on the way to Georgia
Got my Migo gang and that comes with the charger
He said it's sixty-five, that's only 'cause it's Georgia (Gangsta Grillz, shoutout to Russell Raw)
She want to pick the bridge, they on their way to Georgia
And I'ma sell them shits in East Atlanta Georgia (Seven Valley, it's Gucci)
That's if the plug don't get behind that truck and trade (It's Gucci, baby, it's So Icy time)
Lord please, let me and Ye get back to Georgia (It's Gangsta Grillz)
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Ten bands on triple, these niggas want to triple
Go watch yellow triple, go whine (Huh)
Polo, Polo, slippers on me
And my mama keep trippin' cause I'm selling cocaine (Huh)
Came in the game with an ounce of game
But I lost three times trying to work the flame
I part the thing, then I worked the train
Jumped off the train, then sold the 'caine
I did the thing, I can't complain
But sometimes things seem kinda strange
Summer lost her grandma too, sometimes I gained that Aa-ni-ya
And hit the water, then across the border
Then the cross-cross floor on the clear to Georgia
Had a hundred broads, three flipped the order
You hoes scrap, I work the boiler
This is what's happenin'
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & DJ Drama]
Them pretty things got me across the border (Uh)
Before they go in Bentleys on the way to Georgia
Got my Migo gang and that comes with the charger
He said it's sixty-five, that's only 'cause it's Georgia (Gangsta Grillz, shoutout to Russell Raw)
She want to pick the bridge, they on their way to Georgia
And I'ma sell them shits in East Atlanta Georgia (Seven Valley, it's Gucci)
That's if the plug don't get behind that truck and trade (It's Gucci, baby, it's So Icy time)
Lord please, let me and Ye get back to Georgia (It's Gangsta Grillz)
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Ten bands on triple, these niggas want to triple
Go watch yellow triple, go whine (Huh)
Polo, Polo, slippers on me
And my mama keep trippin' cause I'm selling cocaine (Huh)
Came in the game with an ounce of game
But I lost three times trying to work the flame
I part the thing, then I worked the train
Jumped off the train, then sold the 'caine
I did the thing, I can't complain
But sometimes things seem kinda strange
Summer lost her grandma too, sometimes I gained that Aa-ni-ya
And hit the water, then across the border
Then the cross-cross floor on the clear to Georgia
Had a hundred broads, three flipped the order
You hoes scrap, I work the boiler
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