[Intro: Soulja Boy]
Drumma Boy
SOD, Brick Squad

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Soulja Boy]
Burr, burr, burr (Soulja Boy Tell'em), burr, burr (Gucci)
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr (Swag, swag)
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr (Swag)
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr (Swag, Gucci, Drumma, Gucci)
Burr, burr, burr (Soulja), burr, burr

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
You wanna visit Gucci world? Girl, here's a brochure
Winter cold watch, make your wife say: «Burrr»
Golf balls in my ear like burrr, burrr, burrr
Got a 'Rari with the engine in the rear, look and hear
Shining harder than your partner, red amulets match the cardinals
You my son, I'm yo' father, this here trap style, I'm the author
So what's poppin'? Orville Redenbacher, I'm so OJ, okay
I'm so Waka Flocka, fuck it, I might smoke in front the DA
I'm so Gotti, I might buck it, three tear drops so I feel like: «Fuck it»
You a crab still in a bucket, got a 6K show in Kentucky
Run up on a kid and then you won't be lucky, might be alright and he'll be unlucky
.38 revolver in the club, try Brick Squad and this shit get ugly
Gucci
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Soulja Boy]
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr (Swag), burr, burr (Swag)
Burr (Swag), burr, burr (Swag), burr, burr (Swag)
Burr (Swag), burr, burr (Swag), burr, burr (Swag)
Burr, burr, burr (Swag), burr, burr (Soulja)

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy off in this ho (Ho), I'm gon' roll up all this dro (Dro)
Gucci on the passenger, the Ferrari is painted, whoa (Whoa)
Boy, you already know (Know) the yellow diamond Breitling, boy (Breitling, boy)
Fifty stacks plus hunnid stacks (Stacks), a hunnid racks, I hit destroy (Destroy)
I aim for the fuckin' pain, bitch, you know my name
Swang, swang in that Gucci Mane (Swag), mane, you know I let my chain (Smooky)
Hang, gon' go do my thang (Swag, swag), Soulja Boy gon' blang
Blang, blang, blang, and I let it burrr all off in yo' e'rrr (Burr)
Dissap'rrr, bitch, you hate on me, man, you fake on me (Burr)
And it's like a masterpiece the way my art is tatted on me
Tatted on my chest, tatted on my neck, man, you know it's like
I think I'm DJ Khaled, 'cause we the fucking best

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Yo Gotti]
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr (Cyeah)
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr (Cyeah)
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr (I am)
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr (Yo Gotti)
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
White bracelet so ignorant, the yellow one the matching kit
Cold hearted n***a and I run around wit' lunatics
They be on some shootin' shit (Bow bow), I be on some richer shit
Since I got some soldiers, I'm on some might as well use 'em shit
(Burr) Left his body cold, you know how the story goes
Ni-N***a disrespect the king, lef-left him full of bullet holes (Burr)
Shorty cold wit' it, work the pole wit' it
Magic City money, touch her toes wit' it (Burr)
Rubber bands snapped (Burr), money floatin' up (Burr)
Money floatin' down (Burr), bitches baggin' up (Burr)
Half a million ones (Ones), that's a lotta paper (Burr)
Couple hunnid guns (Guns), ready for the haters

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Burr, burr, burr, burr, burr

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Burr