Gucci Mane — Them Boyz Aint Right

[Intro: Gucci Mane & DJ Holiday] Burr! It's Gucci, huh It's Gucci, Flocka, squad Holiday season It's Gucci, huh It's Gucci, Flocka, squad Holiday season [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Them boys ain't right, the hood so crazy These hoes so crazy, they still ain't nice I swear these hoes ain't right The boys sell cake as they whippin' up babies And dodgin' cell cases, them boys trap tight The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Sellin' that white, get everything together better have shit right They don't fist fight, we don't throw right We East Atlanta niggas and we like to throw dice (Holiday season) They up all night, gone off X, sippin' that lean, thinkin' 'bout sex I fucked a lot of [?], so who's up next I ain't tryna brag but Flocka's here flexin' I'm flexin', I'm flexin', my bodies tatted up like a Mexican And I got no heart like a tin man, I killed ten men and their next of kin [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Them boys ain't right, the hood so crazy These hoes so crazy, they still ain't nice I swear these hoes ain't right The boys sell cake as they whippin' up babies And dodgin' cell cases, them boys trap tight The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] I'm in love with nice lips and lip gloss Short long hair, I don't care I need a girl who can party all night with me Real party girl this here can live in Flocka's world Grab some girls for my homeboys Bust it wide open for Brick Squad dope boys Patron got me open, passion' out bins in VIP like I'm the pill man Three chains on my neck, lime green flag I'm a Grove Street vet See, that's a bet, you gon' get your ass wet Girls screamin' out they love chief Waka's [?] [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Them boys ain't right, the hood so crazy These hoes so crazy, they still ain't nice I swear these hoes ain't right The boys sell cake as they whippin' up babies And dodgin' cell cases, them boys trap tight The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right The hood gone crazy, the world go rabies I think its Slim Shady, them boys ain't right [Outro: Gucci Mane] Them boys ain't right