Gucci Mane feat. Bryson Tiller – Drove U Crazy Lyrics

(Intro)
It’s Gucci
Tiller!
Brr Brr Brr

(Verse 1 – Gucci Mane)
Pull up in a lamb, it’ll drive you crazy
Had to cut her off cause the bi**h 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 F**k You, pay me
Got her foaming mouth like the bi**h got rabies
Got me running out the spot like the spot got rabies
Cause I’m so much different then the ni**a you dated
Smiling in the camera like bi**h I made it
Big Guwop got the whole club faded
Got a….and my ex bi**h hating
Tell me how you feel when you see me skating
Nah don’t call me baby
We ain’t finna go to the mall Ms. Lady
Standing tall Ms. Lady like can you take it all Ms. Lady
Can you take if off 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 ni**a 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

(Chorus – Bryson Tiller)
Talk about 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
Talk about 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

(Verse 2 – Bryson Tiller)
Aye lil mama say she f**k me tough yet
Aye lil mama say she f**k me tough yet
Her ex boyfriend’s words cut deep
Aye, Young Tiller in the cut, yeah
Aye, Young Tiller going up, yeah
At your head with an upper cut with it, yeah
I’m Still on the motherf**king come up
But y’all already know where I’m from, yeah
Straight from the 502 hey, Southside Dirty I crew hey
Now they watch all my moves, hey
Everything little thing that I do and say
My old chick said she wanna get closure
I think she just 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 said you cannot live on my shoulder
I Already got too many burdens
Most of them give to my attorney
I Got too many ni**as in my face now
This ain’t the time nor place now
This for my ni**as that stay down
F*** all you ni**as that wanna hate now

(Chorus – Bryson Tiller)
Talk about how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy you drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them lies you told me
Talk about them colors you showed me
Talk about how crazy I drove you
Talk about how crazy you drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them lies you told me