[Intro] {LISTEN TO THE TRACK, BITCH} Get out my lane [8X]
[Gucci Mane] I'm in the yellow thang, on the expressway That bitch so nasty it might give a bitch road rage Get out my lane - Ferrari Boyz You see the chain - So Icey boys I'm ridin in a mansion, but I don't think I'm fancy But I cut the blinker on and my diamonds dancin Once upon a time, a little while ago There was a nigga in a 'rarri with a pretty yellow hoe Got my head held up, cause I think I'm handsome As the media portrayin me as Charles Manson And I coulda bought a Phantom, road here four deeper But I'd rather pull up solo in the yellow two-seater Gucci!
[Chorus 4X: Gucci Mane] Get out my lane! Ferrari Boyz You see the chain - So Icey boys
[Waka Flocka Flame] Riding in the 'rarri 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 Wanna bust every nigga in the clique I claim Deep-dish rims ain't no offsets mane That's how me and Gucci Mane came Iced out poppin shit, drunk switchin lanes I rock bandanas like Santana, screamin out "Who want some anna?" Made a million off my words, they in love with my country grammar That's the antenna, cause these rap nigga careers got static in it I'm a walkin meal ticket, just wait a minute Bank account got commas in it, all black 'rarri know the llamas in it I hear them talkin 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 'rarri cost about 230 bails
[Chorus]
[Interlude: repeat 4X] I'm just lane changin, chain swangin [3X] {FERRARI BOYZ}