Atlanta Zoo

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I'm obnoxious, I'm flowing crazy, I need to stop this Don't knock this, you niggas lazy ya'll need to watch this Preposterous if you can fathom how you can block this My phantom was seen on Candler, you ride the transit No options you niggas can't act like ya'll forgot this I'm tired but switch ya flow up, it's so monotonous It's my metropolis, I'll drop a 12 on ya so colossus My swag plus my drop top yellow jag why they gossip I'm the nigga upload your twitter, bitch I'm the topic Profess it but Gucci didn't graduate from college Your girlfriend says my ear rings are erotic My lambo doors open upward they're robotic It's Gucci [Hook: Gucci Mane] Gorilla goons with the tool down to act a fool Birds in the living room, it's like Atlanta zoo Lions, tigers, minks, crocs, and gators for my shoes Monkey niggas in my hood, I'm living in the zoo Birds in the living room and the kitchen too I'm a tiger in the bedroom, ask your baby boo I got lions, tigers, bears in my hood and closet too But my gun can stop an elephant just like Atlanta zoo (gucci) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Drop beam, off set things, color ice cream White dreams, she can fuck me, that's a pipe dream X-O, poppin' x-pills so exciting My ex chick and ex homeboy uninvited Cases of Ace of Spade, bitch getcha wasted The waitress, I made her reload it like the Matrix I lean laid with a bad bitch Black and Asian On 20, headed to Buckhead, I'm racing baby But take that fake jewelry off, that shit is fugazi You think that you're hotter than the kid you're mistaken Real and you niggas really really good at fakin' So trill, I'mma keep it real, I'm back to the basics [Hook: Gucci Mane] [Verse 3: Ludacris] Heads up, my partner stashin' bricks up on his roof top Whole key, half a key, quarter key Gucci got more quarters than a motherfuckin' juke box Pop-pop hear the Glock cock, and I gotta Colt 45 like Billy D Semi automatic that I keep up in the attic and a shank that shape like Tennessee (ugh!) I cut ya, I cut ya to the white meat And my partner pushin' more crack than a bike seat I smoke the best, I get my dro from California Get high and go to sleep you couldn't wake me from a coma I might wake up if these rappers got beef I smell the aroma But these niggas ain't got no heart not even if they had a donor I roam the streets, so who the fuck is you? Southside, Collipark, king of the jungle My name is Ludacris, living in Atlanta zoo [Hook: Gucci Mane]