Drove U Crazy (feat. Bryson Tiller) E

Ha. Yeah. It's Gucci. Tiller. Brr, brr, brr. Pull up in a Lamb' and it drive you Crazy. Had to cut her off 'cause the bitch Too lazy. She wanna walk away but my wave Too wavy. And your car too slow, you need To drive Miss Daisy. Jumped out the Benz like, "Fuck you payin'." Got her foamin' at the mouth Like the bitch got rabies. Got me runnin' out The spot like the spot got raided. 'Cause I'm so much different than a nigga you Dated. Smilin' 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, skank. Nah, you don't call me baby. We ain't finna go to the mall, miss lady. And you just been leanin' and it's standin' tall, Miss lady. Like Kid, take it, take it, take It all, miss 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 extra Sprite in The tub like this. Never got drug like this. Or beat from the back on the rug like This. It's Gucci. What? Talkin' 'bout how crazy I drove you. Talkin' 'bout 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? Talkin' 'bout how crazy I drove you. Talkin' 'bout 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. Ayy, lil' mama said she fuck With me tough, yeah. Lil' mama said she fuck with me tough, yeah. Her ex-boyfriend words cut deep. Ayy, Young Tiller in the cut, yeah. Ayy, Young Tiller goin' up, yeah. At your head with it, 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, our crew, hey. Now they watch all 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 'em 'bout to get in 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. Ha. What? Talkin' 'bout how crazy I drove you. Talkin' 'bout 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? Talkin' 'bout how crazy I drove you. Talkin' 'bout 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. Ha. Tiller. Gucci. Ha. Brr. Woo. It's Wizzy. Ha.