Crowd In Rage Gucci Mane

[Intro]
Bet your baby daddy ain't icy like the kid be
Like the kid be, icy like the kid be
Bet your baby daddy ain't icy like the kid be
Like the kid be, icy like the kid be
Watch on my wrist cost more than a mansion
Like the kid be, icy like the kid be
Watch on my wrist cost more than a mansion
Like the kid be, icy like the kid be

[Verse 1]
I wild, and I rage, Gucci gettin' paid
Icy made your girl throw her thong on the stage
Crumb Gucci Mane, the hottest rapper in the A
Sellin' plenty yay, movin' twenty bricks a day
I used to have my '86 Cutlas with the T-Top
Now I'm in an SL-5 with the top dropped
Too hot to handle, ridin' down [?]
Baby, its a Kodak moment, get your camera
Gucci Mane, La Flare, shorty, damn, what they say
Girls goin' crazy 'bout the shorty with the ways
Iced out chain and the fresh Cartier
Voted best dressed ever since eighth grade
You don't really know us, Lamb with the doors up
Its so froze up, it'll make you throw up
Mama I'ma be like Gucci when I grow up
Move big cakes, so I got money to throw up
Pimp tight, player dead fresh with the mink coat
Lookin' for a big booty broad with a deep throat