Artist: Gucci Mane f/ Zaytoven
Album:  The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted
Song:   Missing
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Intro: Zaytoven]
Yeahhh, what it do mayne?
Zay-tiggy, Zaytoven, Zay Town USA
What it do mayne you know who I'm with?
I'm with my partner, Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane, LaFlare (burr!)
So you know what that means?
That mean Z back it at, all gas, no brakes
Ya da da, burrrrr, all day like that
Gucci Mane, what'chu got to say?
Ride off on 'em, vroom, vroom, ya da da~!

[Chorus]
Wife beater, yellow diamonds, lookin pretty
Your chick took a look, now she hooked, shorty with me
Ferrari with the yellow Fogiatos, Gucci trippin
I hit the button in my Scaglietti and get missin
Girlfriend missin - now you feel me?
Fo'-fifty-eight paper tag it get missin
It get missin, it get missin
I hit the thrax, pass it back, girl let's get missin

[Gucci Mane]
My strip bipper filled the wrong prescription, I'm lifted
I'm gifted, the hood can't get enough, they addicted
My panky, cost a fifty, plus a fifty
Fifty, add a hundred, caught a ticket
She missed me, she wished she didn't get so damn addicted
Afflicted, she don't wanna be a statistic
First round pick she a bad bitch, a bad bitch
Lookin at me lookin at her, damn she a draft pick
Elaborate, photographic, gots to have it
My Georgia dick'll have her havin Jersey gettin married
Ridin through, Zone 6 Atlanta in a carriage
White house, with white girls, and they dancin nasty
Redbones, two redbones and they tatted
Club talkin Spanish like Scarface and Mannie
Ten birds ten whole thangs in the pantry
Triscuit, just right, she forgot the panties
It's Gucci

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
You thank that I'ma sweet lick? Boy you trippin
That's a dummy mission... end up missin
Face on a milk carton, do you feel me?
Two hundred in the AR, bullets flippin
I ain't gotta talk say a word they just blitzin
I ain't got a rap, I got mo' raps than ninas
Stacks in my pocket, everyone that's demeanin
Sixty grand rubber band, that's how I'm livin
I got too much true religion, like I'm Lennon
I'm stocked up, buy niggaz in some denims on clearance
Guapped up, get eighty, an appearance
Hey there, pretty lady, she can get it
We can get a bite to eat, let's get missin
My Ferrari's a sight to see, half a million
Freshest nigga you done seen, in a minute
Pardon how I everyday I, handle business

[Chorus]

[Zaytoven - singing]
This is the life, fa-la-la-la
I'm poppin bottles me and my entourage
Pull up in Phantoms, 'rraris, Lambs and 'Vettes
Forgiatos, Ashantis, D-U-B's and Caddies
Ain't no scary money, plenty money girl we rich
Hundred bottles, fifty deep, tell your girls you with
They can kick it with some gangsters smokin bud and shit
They like boy you too damn icy for this club, you dig?
They call me Zig H-B and I hold the 6
Now tell them hoes you with that you done chose you dig?
I'm with my boy Gucci Mane, Brick Squad that is
All the girls that lit up {?} come board this club you dig?

[Zaytoven - talking]
Aww man look at it~! Back at it just like that
All type of cars, all type of flights
Man look at that ice right there
Dig that, we all in your face like that
Zay Tig, ye! Now, burrrrrrrr

[Chorus]

[Outro]
It's Gucci!