Gucci Mane, Sir Mix-A-Lot and Pooh Shiesty - Posse on Bouldercrest

(Ear Drummers)
My posse on Bouldercrest
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Gucci Mane slayed it

Me and my gang at home away from home
In a all-red Phantom, in the backseat on the phone
It's callin' up the posse, it's time to get to rippin'
And if they get to trippin', then we shootin' like the Pistons (grrah, grrah)
Everybody lookin', if you jealous, turn around
These twenty-six inches got us so high off the ground
The Forgiato rims, they're skinny as the tires
My system soundin' good, but I need the volume higher (up)
The Mike-WiLL kick drum make the bitches get dumb
Rollin' Rolls-Royces, so the jealous wanna get some
Every time we do this, these niggas wanna battle
I'm the man they love to hate, the richest one in East Atlanta (Wop)
Picked up the posse on 34 and Gresham
Headed up to Bouldercrest, we 'bout to start flexin' (flex)
The Phantom kind of crowded, the front was leanin' back
Scarr, he in the 'Vertte, got two bitches in his lap (well, damn)
On Martin Luther King, the set look kind of dead
We need a new street (huh?), so posse move ahead (go)
We all drippin' in ice, the crew you can't forget
The So Icey Boys and we rippin' up the set

My posse's on Bouldercrest
My posse's on Bouldercrest (Mike WiLL Made-It)

The cash is rollin' in, my posse's gettin' bored
There's not another posse with more points scored
We stone cold criminals, we flex like big gorillas
We not the average artist, bitch, we certified killers
I spent a million dollars just for diamonds on my teeth
And every time they see 'em, make their girls get weak
People think we crazy, some think that we are funny
But it ain't hard to tell that we make a lot of money
We clockin' all the dollars, we rock a lot of gold
The other crews mad 'cause we fucking all they hoes
Woodland, Custer Ave, me and my crew are thugs (thuggin')
And they so full of drugs they may never sober up (geekin')
And I'm a dope man and the pack just dropped
If you ain't tryna cop, then this Phantom won't stop (nah)
At Boulevard and Moreland the driver broke left (go)
And Shiesty shouted, "Bouldercrest, it's time to get def" (go)
My girl blew me a kiss (muah), she said I was the best
She lookin' mighty freaky in her black silk dress (wow)
The closer that we get, the crazier I feel (blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
My posse on Bouldercrest, it's time to get ill (ayy, yup, yup)

Certified, I'm that lil' nigga that make big ones pay respects (I make people pay respect)
CGE, 1017, covered in choppas and baguettes
We just flew one of they niggas, tryna see who gon' be next (blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
Soon as I burn up this steamer, take me where I parked the 'Vette (I go hop up in the 'Vette)
Why he keep talkin' like he gangster? Cook him, put him to the test
My opps don't never show they background, know I'll send some' where they at
The pigs can ask a million questions, still won't get me to say shit (they won't get me to say shit)
It ain't no tellin' who got shot, if you don't know, you never slid
And they can't act like they don't know me, remember I flew out your bitch (I flew out his ho)
I'll take they Rolex and that chain, nigga, I'm the reason you hide your wrist
For real menace, been causin' hell, I done did shit you can't forget (you can't forget)
I got glizzies around the globe, it ain't shit to get to them sticks (get to them, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
1017, livin' a dream, come eat with us, we'll get you rich, blrrrd, blrrrd

My posse's on Bouldercrest (Big Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
My posse's on Bouldercrest
My posse's on Bouldercrest
My posse's on Bouldercrest

Written by:
Radric Davis, Lontrell Williams, Anthony L. Ray

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find