Gucci Gang(Gudda Mix)

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J.G.udda

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Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
I'on rock designer B.Y.B.U on everything
Except for the pants, they Levi jeans
I prefer dem baggy, I ain't really into skinny man
Dead stock J's, matchin' to the tee
Since I can't see I had to cop gold Versace frames
I throw on a fitti, my fit hittin'
From the top to the kicks, call me Lui Kang
With a Mortal Kombat flow, you don't wanna combat tho
If you do, strap up and get your ammo
I take off on this beat, you Offset with a beast
At least two out of three, get it, amigo(A Migo)
Flip it, spinnin' like a fidget, eventually kill it
If you spit flames, I'm spittin' hot grease out the skillet
Listen, pimpin', I'm out your reach like I'm gone missing
I eat beats, rock, roll, mob it and lynch it
Like a bitch with a fat ass, I body competition
You sauced up, I guess I'd be the BBQ drippin'
Off the chicken if you trippin', I'm bakin' your biscuit
And push your shit sideways like I'm cow tippin'
I'm from the gudda, se-w-age like a drain storm
I f*ck ya bitch, leave her wetter than a rain storm
I hit the bed, rat-tlin, turn the bass on em
Oh you big mad, well hell, you shouldn't came for em
The aftermath could get Shady, and Slim ya chance to take
I'm old school, like bucket hats and break aways
I got a shot, put up the rock(Roc) like I'm sign wit Jay
But since I ain't, I Terror Squads and do the rock away
And lean back, my whole team strap
We going in like I just bought a party pack
You pour a drink and get the sippin' don't know how to act
That liquid courage, boost endurance, now you're super wack
What happened to the white tees and baggy jeans
I was just a Juvenile, 400 degrees
Now you bring this Lil Pump, want dump or want squeeze
Throw you off a lil' boat, dunk and repeat
With a Uzi spittin' different verses than G's
You new school niggas cool, but I'm bringin' the heat
Like the middle of the summer, scorchin' heavily
Make a niggas sweat, like shawdys, hear'n the voice of Keith
Wheeeww
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
I'on rock designer B.Y.B.U on everything
Except for the pants, they Levi jeans
I prefer dem baggy, I ain't really into skinny man
Dead stock J's, matchin' to the tee
Since I can't see I had to cop gold Versace frames
I throw on a fitti, my fit hittin'
From the top to the kicks, call me Lui Kang

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