Drove U Crazy (feat. Bryson Tiller)

歌詞

Huh, yeah, it's Gucci Tiller! Brr! Brr brr! Pull up in a Lam', it'll drive you crazy Had to cut her off cause the bitch too lazy She wanna ride the wave, but my waves too wavy And your car too slow, you need to drive Miss Daisy Jumped out the feds like "fuck you, pay me" Got her foaming mouth like the bitch got rabies Got me running out the spot like the spot got raided 'Cause I'm so much different then the nigga you dated Smiling in the camera like, "Bitch, I made it" Big Guwop got the whole club faded Got a bitch so bad that my ex bitch hate it Tell me how you feel when you see me skatin' Nah, you don't call me baby We ain't finna go to the mall, Ms. Lady When you leave me feelin'-n-n-n-n standing tall, Ms. Lady Like can you take it, take it, take it all, Ms. Lady? Never get a love like this Never ever, ever meet a thug like this Never met a plug like this Never seen a nigga in the club like this Never hug like this Never pour Ace of Spades in the tub like this Never got drunk like this Or beat from the back on the rug like this What? Tell 'em how crazy I drove you Talk about how crazy you drove me Talk about them favors you owe me Talk about them Talk about them lies you told me Talk about true colors you showed me Talk about them, what? Tell 'em how crazy I drove you Talk about how crazy you drove me Talk about them favors you owe me Talk about them Talk about them lies you told me Talk about true colors you showed me Talk about them Aye, lil' mama say she fuck with me tough, yeah Lil' mama say she fuck with me tough, yeah Her ex-boyfriend's words cut deep Aye, Young Tiller in the cut, yeah Aye, Young Tiller goin' up, yeah Got your head with that uppercut, yeah I'm still on the motherfuckin' come up But y'all already know where I'm from, yeah Straight from the 502, hey Southside Dirty, I crew, hey Now they wanna show my moves, hey Every little thing that I do and say My old bitch said she need closure I just think she wanna get closer I just think she want some exposure Tell people how crazy I drove her Tell people all the dreams I sold her I'm sorry, you cannot lean on my shoulder I already got too many burdens Most of them 'bout to give to my attorney I got too many niggas in my face now This ain't the time 'nor place now This for my niggas that stay down Fuck all you niggas that wanna hate now What? Tell 'em how crazy I drove you Talk about how crazy you drove me Talk about them favors you owe me Talk about them Talk about them lies you told me Talk about true colors you showed me Talk about them, what? Tell 'em how crazy I drove you Talk about how crazy you drove me Talk about them favors you owe me Talk about them Talk about them lies you told me Talk about true colors you showed me Talk about them Huh, Tiller, Gucci, huh, brr! whoo, it’s Wizzop, huh!