Riding in the 'Rari same color as Bacardi
She don't like me, shawty, man she like my car
Damn near wanna fuck my chain, damn near wanna fuck my name
I'mma bust every nigga in the click I claim
Deep-dish rims and them offsets, mane
That's how me and Gucci Mane claim
Iced out, popping shit, drunk, switching lanes
I rock bandana's like Santana's
Screaming out "Who wants some Anna?"
Made a million off my words, they in love with my Country Grammar
That's the antenna, but your rapping careers got static in it
I'm a walking meal ticket, just wait a minute
Bank account got commas in it
All black 'Rari know the llamas in it
I hear em talking gangsta shit but I know they lame as hell
One thing I ain't gon do
Pussy nigga you scared of jail
My name ring bells, my engine loud as hell
Shit, my 'Rari cost about 230 bills..