Lyrics:
better, cuz I'm baking everyday
Unaffected by the hate,You a lame and you late
Its a shame, its a shame, Ha I'm still getting paid
If we beef like Soulja
that
That's my Gucci hoodie that you wearing, give my clothes back
Boy, I ain't a robber, but you might just get your flow snatched
Flex that new whip
just watched me clockin' in
Fuck nigga get active
Ahahaha
Z, Z, Z (Z, Z, Z, Z, Z)
Go
Ayy, look me in my eyes
Tell me, have you ever witnessed
tell the gang I miss you
Don't tell yo friends I kissed you
Been solid, I stand on my toes
I be Gucci, but I V alone
You the one I cant switch up my hoes
running w Desi
Depositing bills by the fifty
Shout out Brojam
He came thru w a switchie
Give em these shots
He need more than a kidney
A Swiss chess
in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada, gotcha koochie by the collar
(Well I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit
so little and your ass is like whoa
(Yeah I know what this is, SoSoDef!)
'Cause your waist so little and your ass is like whoa
Prada, Gucci, tell
they wan move tell em level up
And the ice on my ain't regular
One eye when I sleep like I'm fetty wap
Take a look around, gun sounds bring the hammers
so little and your ass is like whoa
(Yeah I know what this is, SoSoDef!)
'Cause your waist so little and your ass is like whoa
Prada, Gucci, tell
My coochie is a Gucci,
My bawdy is so boujie,
So bitch I’m rich forever!
I ain’t got no car, but boy I’ll drive you crazy,
I don’t need your heart,
'cause they hate me
Someone tell 'em that I won
Someone tell 'em I'm the one
Someone tell 'em they should thank me
Aye
Gucci down, Gucci down
Only
motherfucker got a way with the words
I tell you, he can rap, boy
Respect my words like a rabbi
I'm a porterhouse, you a motherfucking ribeye
Hate on me
a season,
You still here, I'm still here,
I wanna make some music all city wanna hear, you coming first,
Ian Juvenile, Soulja Slim, Weezy, YoungBoy, none
and that Gucci bucket
My crew disgusting little weezy voiced ya
Mercy with the doors up
Like easy it's yo boy Yuk
Bang, dragging gang in this thang,
killed by Draco
Ready to Shaq attack em
NBA jam em with the blamma
These Niggaz faker than Santa
With bandanas just like Santana
You Only tell half
what you see is fucking fowl
All these niggas really bitches them bandanas gave em clout
When you step off of that bus you make it right back to this
you don't really wanna piss em off
Gucci and Louis and Prada
Fakin' ass boy
If you want it I got it
And it don't make sense boy
Need some Raf
da plate around. Now pass da plate around.
I live how I wanna live.
Eat how I wanna eat.
You can tell by my belly I barely skip the meat.
First you
fuck hoes by the dozen
I'm just a rockstar, hot-headed, heavy metal nigga with the pills in my system
Tell my henchmen to go get em, huh, ha, ha, go
is just give the boy a chance ma
To lay you down I'll have you screaming like a fan ma
And yea the plan is not to treat you like a hoe
But, yo man
paid em off
We not playin boy he gotta go
Not 2 many niggas want the smoke
Know to many migos by the boat
Seen so many kilos bought a boat
Broke
the ho, this bitch coochie shoot
Put my mouth on the coochie, now I got a coochie tooth
No Uzi, I got it, let me tell 'em what the coochie do
Uh, this
did I was just a lil' kid
And I was raised by pimp, hoes and mobsters
Taught the game by dope boys and robbers
I ran the streets with goons, I broke
on my neck chain froze
Ebony Bentley my pen game dope
Ayeee man this shit ain't no joke
When I do it imma make em say woah
Keep my shawty by my side stay
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