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these lines and look between, yeah
Hop the Jeep, skrrt
Back out the driveway
Put her in reverse (Skrrt, skrrt)
Aye, Henny and dabs in the freezer
Sip

nobody hand me shit 
Whatever on line, it's a take-away or I'm jamming shit 
I've been in the corner, back to the wall I aint have a lick  
Did it on my

lines await 
We got cash on the way 
I got mad on the way
She got lost on the wave
What you want me to say now
Gucci but it's a waste
You need

And got a can of Yoo-hoo
I'm just looking for an amazon to give me death by snu snu 

No my shoes are not Gucci 
No my belt is not Louie
But I'm still gon

I Talk My shit... talk my shit... talk my shit... aye 

Talk like you bout it bitch you not a steppa
Jump out a body get sent to the devil
Niggas be

Stress got me in a dark place
Im chain smoking lemon tree Hennessy with a dark chase
Bit up by them roaches, they poking at my scars
Nigga fuck dat

(YEAH!)
(WOAH!)
(Blastoff in 5... 4... 3... 2)
Man the days went by so fast
Not a family man
Feeling like the king of the west
Gotta town to rep

Gucci
When their cars a hoopty
Man get unruly
Man acting bookey
Moving funny man
You'll get bullied man
By a guy from B10
Or a bloody gully man
Now tell

have my babies baby
Cause you so damn fine
I chose that line to rope you
In and make you mine
Don't take your time cause I got
Hoes that know I don't lie

is you speakin' outta line? (phew)
Can't leave without it, boy, I need it on my side (phew)
Feelin' kinda evil, it's a demon when I ride (phew)

While you suck on this dee
I can do a trick make you
Bust in your Jeans
I'm a freaking nigga like my
Name was gucci
Baby spread them cheeks
And let me go

Run over your friends
Not saying at the edge of the cliff line
Like i might jump
What you gotta say?
Life's shut down
It's a long ways
I could work

of a truck
Enough with that kill shit I'm on my way up
Just trying to join that Gucci Gang I ain't talking Lil Pump
Hopped into my own lane I was gone from

I'm a boss, you a worker (phew)
Like, why in the fuck is you speakin' outta line? (phew)

Can't leave without it, boy, I need it on my side (phew)

you want to
I've been by the shit, don't ask what I'm gonna do
Now, take a ride with the hoss
Half ounce of slangin' the soft
Now that's some OG talk

given right 
Making every child's dreams come alive
If their dreams to be used by some people in suits 
Banking their cheques buying Gucci and Porsches

and live it right
Zero time for the lies you supply
Yeah the line straight imma soldier
Ain't about to sell my soul sir
I got enough on my shoulders
Don't

the Porsche
Ain’t nothing promised, you gotta jump off the porch
CoRona hit, ‘nother reminder life is short
Every time I wanna to leave I ain’t have it in me

don't quit, aye keep it up she legit "aye"
Where do we go when we all die i do not know so i'm gettin' to high 
When i jump in that party i think i can

me 
Now you don't 
Im outta fucking sight 
Space man From the jump 
It's something different
Fucking right 

Surrounded by abundance 
I don't know how

Incomparable
Don't put no nigga next to me
I been in this line a long time
And bitch I'm next to eat
I'm a cool nigga
But the hood said stay next to heat
Gucci

toes
Yeah that's normally how it goes
I ain't really finna front
Kickin' game like I'm back in high school kickin' punts
Run it up yeah you outta line
I

a big mac, small fry
You don't want a nigga, walk by
When its wartime then I draw mine
Then I draw mine with a chalk line
You a fiver percenter with

jamacian thumbs
Ima book her in LA, knock her out first rounds, laker suns
Then to the bay like i'm curry like ouu boy don't make him jump
Gucci, prada,