Smoke DJ Drama (Ft. Gucci Mane, Lonnie Mac & Willie the Kid)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Denver, stand up, mane
East Atlanta, stand up, mane
I'm rocking with you Willie (Huh)
Guwop say ''Stand up'', East Atlanta, y'all ''Stand Up'' (It's Gucci)
V12 on the track, baby (So Icy, official, Willie The Kid, man)
Nah, we rocking, baby
Official (Huh)
It's Gucci, nigga (Yeah)
Stand up East Atlanta, nigga (Yeah)
Zone 6 (Yeah, huh, brr)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
A Cocaina Cowboy (Woo), them ounces in my house, boy (Woo)
Bricks stashed in the basement, 'case a drought I bring 'em out, boy (Damn)
And I wipe you out, boy, without leavin' my house, boy (Trap)
Remember that before you open up your mouth, boy (Shh)
Your woman give me nice jaw, Says that you her boy-toy (Toy)
She just give me La Choy, treat her like you like her (Like her)
Breakin' down ten bails of kush, I think I need a lighter (Shh, huh)
Pulled up in my spiker but rolled off in my spider (Go)
Thinkin' like a miser, I'm actin like a tiger (Huh?)
20 bands a show, your nigga eight-fifty an hour (Well, damn)
Gucci Mane and Willie Kid, you silly, bitch, the stupidest (Well)
Critics try to rate this shit affiliate the animal (It's Gucci)
So Icey the canibal, I pistol-whip your manager (Damn)
Scratch off in the challenger, then vacation in Canda (Go)
Drop this shit like dinosaur, forty always rocked up with forty (Forty)
All them bitches got to go, I stepped up my visuals (Go, brr)
More diamonds than your jeweller ho (Brr)
Gucci Mane so icey, got more diamonds than a jewellery store (Brr)
More diamonds than a jewelry store, Gucci (Brr)