[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Ear Drummers
My posse on Bouldercrest
Mike WiLL Made-It, Gucci Mane slayed it
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Me and my gang at home away from home
In a all-red Phantom, in the backseat on the phone
It's callin' up the posse, it's time to get rippin'
And if they get to trippin', then we shootin' like the Pistons
Everybody lookin', if you jealous, turn around
These twenty-six inches got us so high off the ground
The Forgiato rims, they're skinny as the tires
My system soundin' good, but I need the volume higher
The Mike-WiLL kick drum make the bitches get dumb
Rollin' Rolls-Royces, so the jealous wanna get some
Every time we do this, these niggas wanna battle
I'm the man they love to hate, the richest one in East Atlanta
Picked up the posse on 34 and Gresham
Headed up to Bouldercrest, we 'bout to start flexin'
The Phantom kind of crowded, the front was leanin' back
Scarr, he in the Birdie, got two bitches in his lap
On Martin Luther King, the set look kind of dead
We need a new street, so posse move ahead
We all drippin' in ice, the crew you can't forget
The So Icey Boys and we rippin' up the set
Ear Drummers
My posse on Bouldercrest
Mike WiLL Made-It, Gucci Mane slayed it
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Me and my gang at home away from home
In a all-red Phantom, in the backseat on the phone
It's callin' up the posse, it's time to get rippin'
And if they get to trippin', then we shootin' like the Pistons
Everybody lookin', if you jealous, turn around
These twenty-six inches got us so high off the ground
The Forgiato rims, they're skinny as the tires
My system soundin' good, but I need the volume higher
The Mike-WiLL kick drum make the bitches get dumb
Rollin' Rolls-Royces, so the jealous wanna get some
Every time we do this, these niggas wanna battle
I'm the man they love to hate, the richest one in East Atlanta
Picked up the posse on 34 and Gresham
Headed up to Bouldercrest, we 'bout to start flexin'
The Phantom kind of crowded, the front was leanin' back
Scarr, he in the Birdie, got two bitches in his lap
On Martin Luther King, the set look kind of dead
We need a new street, so posse move ahead
We all drippin' in ice, the crew you can't forget
The So Icey Boys and we rippin' up the set
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