| Song | Speed Bumps |
| Artist | Gucci Mane |
| Album | Speed Bumps |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro: Gucci Mane] | |
| (Mike Will Made It) | |
| BURR! | |
| It's Gucci! | |
| Mike Will | |
| BURR! | |
| [Hook] | |
| I'm in the kitchen cooking babies in my long johns | |
| 3 Swishers put together, that's a long one | |
| I got a Bankhead bitch | |
| That bitch from Zone 1 | |
| I said the trappin' gonna catch up in the long run | |
| I'm in the kitchen tryna make it do the long jump | |
| Big knots in my jeans, look like speed bumps | |
| Look like speed bumps, look like speed bumps | |
| Big knots in my jeans, look like speed bumps | |
| [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] | |
| I swear I seen it | |
| You never seen it | |
| I really seen it | |
| Tiss and Tina was the meanin’ | |
| Y'all really mean it | |
| The cleaners | |
| Blocks in your tires and you can’t peek the meters | |
| When I scream it | |
| I really mean it, won’t see the evening | |
| Man, I’m freezing | |
| So fuck the cold, and I got the sneezies | |
| There for seasons | |
| These stripper hoes will suck me till I'm sleepin’ | |
| Leaving Magic, I’m drunk as fuck, so you know we weavin’ | |
| Ain’t no secret | |
| You niggas know that i don’t fuck with Jeezy | |
| It was tragic, wars everywhere, they say the boy was bleeding | |
| It was easy | |
| I eat yo crew up like some Reese’s Pieces | |
| This is street shit | |
| So once you say this shit you can’t delete it | |
| Twice a week, bitch | |
| My plug would pull up, and drop me off the pieces | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] | |
| I bought all of the sessions, ain’t no sessions left | |
| A 150 bottles, but I’m by myself | |
| I’m fresh as hell | |
| Pocket full of dollar bills | |
| On the real, I buy the deal | |
| I push weight like I’m in the gym | |
| You better chill | |
| Before I kidnap and ransom one of your relatives | |
| And when that pistol in your face | |
| You have no choice, you better kill | |
| None of y’all niggas got better dope | |
| None of y’all niggas got better pills | |
| Y’all don’t know about popping seals | |
| [?] re-rocking squares | |
| It's Gucci Man and Mike Will | |
| So you chillin’ with a bunch of players | |
| Say that you a gangsta bitch | |
| But came in with a bunch of squares | |
| Louboutin's with pony hair | |
| Imagine with money belt | |
| [?] | |
| All wasted standing on furniture | |
| [Hook] |
| Intro: Gucci Mane | |
| Mike Will Made It | |
| BURR! | |
| It' s Gucci! | |
| Mike Will | |
| BURR! | |
| Hook | |
| I' m in the kitchen cooking babies in my long johns | |
| 3 Swishers put together, that' s a long one | |
| I got a Bankhead bitch | |
| That bitch from Zone 1 | |
| I said the trappin' gonna catch up in the long run | |
| I' m in the kitchen tryna make it do the long jump | |
| Big knots in my jeans, look like speed bumps | |
| Look like speed bumps, look like speed bumps | |
| Big knots in my jeans, look like speed bumps | |
| Verse 1: Gucci Mane | |
| I swear I seen it | |
| You never seen it | |
| I really seen it | |
| Tiss and Tina was the meanin' | |
| Y' all really mean it | |
| The cleaners | |
| Blocks in your tires and you can' t peek the meters | |
| When I scream it | |
| I really mean it, won' t see the evening | |
| Man, I' m freezing | |
| So fuck the cold, and I got the sneezies | |
| There for seasons | |
| These stripper hoes will suck me till I' m sleepin' | |
| Leaving Magic, I' m drunk as fuck, so you know we weavin' | |
| Ain' t no secret | |
| You niggas know that i don' t fuck with Jeezy | |
| It was tragic, wars everywhere, they say the boy was bleeding | |
| It was easy | |
| I eat yo crew up like some Reese' s Pieces | |
| This is street shit | |
| So once you say this shit you can' t delete it | |
| Twice a week, bitch | |
| My plug would pull up, and drop me off the pieces | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Gucci Mane | |
| I bought all of the sessions, ain' t no sessions left | |
| A 150 bottles, but I' m by myself | |
| I' m fresh as hell | |
| Pocket full of dollar bills | |
| On the real, I buy the deal | |
| I push weight like I' m in the gym | |
| You better chill | |
| Before I kidnap and ransom one of your relatives | |
| And when that pistol in your face | |
| You have no choice, you better kill | |
| None of y' all niggas got better dope | |
| None of y' all niggas got better pills | |
| Y' all don' t know about popping seals | |
| ? rerocking squares | |
| It' s Gucci Man and Mike Will | |
| So you chillin' with a bunch of players | |
| Say that you a gangsta bitch | |
| But came in with a bunch of squares | |
| Louboutin' s with pony hair | |
| Imagine with money belt | |
| ? | |
| All wasted standing on furniture | |
| Hook |
| Intro: Gucci Mane | |
| Mike Will Made It | |
| BURR! | |
| It' s Gucci! | |
| Mike Will | |
| BURR! | |
| Hook | |
| I' m in the kitchen cooking babies in my long johns | |
| 3 Swishers put together, that' s a long one | |
| I got a Bankhead bitch | |
| That bitch from Zone 1 | |
| I said the trappin' gonna catch up in the long run | |
| I' m in the kitchen tryna make it do the long jump | |
| Big knots in my jeans, look like speed bumps | |
| Look like speed bumps, look like speed bumps | |
| Big knots in my jeans, look like speed bumps | |
| Verse 1: Gucci Mane | |
| I swear I seen it | |
| You never seen it | |
| I really seen it | |
| Tiss and Tina was the meanin' | |
| Y' all really mean it | |
| The cleaners | |
| Blocks in your tires and you can' t peek the meters | |
| When I scream it | |
| I really mean it, won' t see the evening | |
| Man, I' m freezing | |
| So fuck the cold, and I got the sneezies | |
| There for seasons | |
| These stripper hoes will suck me till I' m sleepin' | |
| Leaving Magic, I' m drunk as fuck, so you know we weavin' | |
| Ain' t no secret | |
| You niggas know that i don' t fuck with Jeezy | |
| It was tragic, wars everywhere, they say the boy was bleeding | |
| It was easy | |
| I eat yo crew up like some Reese' s Pieces | |
| This is street shit | |
| So once you say this shit you can' t delete it | |
| Twice a week, bitch | |
| My plug would pull up, and drop me off the pieces | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Gucci Mane | |
| I bought all of the sessions, ain' t no sessions left | |
| A 150 bottles, but I' m by myself | |
| I' m fresh as hell | |
| Pocket full of dollar bills | |
| On the real, I buy the deal | |
| I push weight like I' m in the gym | |
| You better chill | |
| Before I kidnap and ransom one of your relatives | |
| And when that pistol in your face | |
| You have no choice, you better kill | |
| None of y' all niggas got better dope | |
| None of y' all niggas got better pills | |
| Y' all don' t know about popping seals | |
| ? rerocking squares | |
| It' s Gucci Man and Mike Will | |
| So you chillin' with a bunch of players | |
| Say that you a gangsta bitch | |
| But came in with a bunch of squares | |
| Louboutin' s with pony hair | |
| Imagine with money belt | |
| ? | |
| All wasted standing on furniture | |
| Hook |