Huh, It's Gucci
Ooh
Huh, Wop, whah
Lil Pump
Huh, It's Gucci
Ooh
Huh, Wop, whah
Lil Pump
Brr, yeah, blah, oh, blow
M-M-M-Murda
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Murda on the beat with the murder man
Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand
Steppin' on his dope like a step dad
Too turnt up, can't help that
Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax
Watch so dumb it got kept back
Bitch so thick, she can't help that
Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag
Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that
And her brain so dumb we got kept back
Just flew in designer to the bookbag
Tell her needed something real good to look at
Booty so big it got kept back
Pull up in the Dawn, let the roof back
Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that
Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending
[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Got a lot of ice on my neck man
Damn man, hundred bands hangin' on my backpack
Wrist so cold need a ice pack
Put four hundred bands in the mic stand
Woke up in the morning, bought a Maybach
Ooh, I'ma go do what I want to do
Got your baby mama, nigga tokin' out the sunroof
Damn boo, I'ma keep it real, I don't fuck with you
Cause you got an attitude
You cashed out on a Bentley Coupe (woo)
I'ma go and fuck your bitch tomor-row
Gucci loafers on when I walk, dough
Lil Pump smash your main ho (wow)
And she gon' do what I say so
I'ma show you how I live life, ooh
Made two mil in one night
Whole body covered in ice
Pourin' up fours in my Tropical Sprite
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Murda on the beat with the murder man
Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand
Steppin' on his dope like a step dad
Too turnt up, can't help that
Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax
Watch so dumb it got kept back
Bitch so thick, she can't help that
Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag
Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that
And her brain so dumb we got kept back
Just flew in designer to the bookbag
Tell her needed something real good to look at
Booty so big it got kept back
Pull up in the Dawn, let the roof back
Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that
Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Nigga keep missin' with the music
Baby you a human jacuzzi
I'ma twist a bitch like a Rubik's
I might turn my book into a movie (Gucci)
I'ma put a bitch in a movie, porno
Rockstar couple, Cher, Bono
Rock star my life, Muliano
Pull up, ten bricks of that Nelly Furtado
El Gato's down in The Hamptons
Pinky ring sick, it got cancer
I was just sellin' dope on camera
Now I got my own shoe like the Answer
Might pull up throw some money on a dancer
Had to tip my earrings 'cause they dancin'
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Murda on the beat with the murder man
Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand
Steppin' on his dope like a step dad
Too turnt up, can't help that
Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax
Watch so dumb it got kept back
Bitch so thick, she can't help that
Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag
Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that
And her brain so dumb we got kept back
Just flew in designer to the bookbag
Tell her needed something real good to look at
Booty so big it got kept back
Pull up in the Dawn, let the roof back
Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that
Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending
Huh, dit is Gucci
ooh
Huh, Wop, whah
Lil pomp
BRR, ja, blah, oh, blaas
M-M-M-Murda
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Murda op die maat van die moord man
Ben Simmons skud 'em met die linkerhand
Steppin 'op sy dagga soos 'n stap pa
Te turnt up, kan nie help dat
Shittin 'n vyand nie Ex-Lax
Kyk so dom dit het te kort gedoen word
Teef so dik, kan sy nie help dat
Rede sy Livin 'uit die straler, het vlugflouheid
Het jy 'n ware baas teef, ek kan nie help dat
En haar brein so dom ons het te kort gedoen word
Net gevlieg in ontwerper om die bookbag
Sê vir haar iets nodig het baie goeie om te kyk na
Buit so groot dit het te kort gedoen word
Trek in die Dawn, laat die dak terug
Moenie vir my sê dat jy My liefhet, baba bewys dat
Ketting hou flickin en die bende hou besteding
[Vers 1: Lil Pomp]
Het jy 'n baie ys op my nek man
Damn man, honderd bands Hangin 'op my rugsak
Pols so koud moet 'n yspak
Sit vier honderd bands in die mic stand
Wakker in die oggend, het 'n Maybach
Ooh, Ek is gaan doen wat ek wil doen
Het jy jou baba mamma, nigga Tokin 'uit die sondak
Damn boo, Ek is hou dit real, weet ek nie naai met jou
Want jy het 'n houding
Jy gewissel uit op 'n Bentley Coupe (woo)
Ek is 'n gaan en fuck jou teef tomor-ry
Gucci leeglêers op toe ek loop, deeg
Lil Pomp smash jou hoof ho (wow)
En sy quatrogon 'doen wat ek sê so
Ek is jou wys hoe ek leef die lewe, ooh
Het twee miljoen in een nag
Hele liggaam bedek in ys
Pourin 'up viere in my Tropical Sprite
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Murda op die maat van die moord man
Ben Simmons skud 'em met die linkerhand
Steppin 'op sy dagga soos 'n stap pa
Te turnt up, kan nie help dat
Shittin 'n vyand nie Ex-Lax
Kyk so dom dit het te kort gedoen word
Teef so dik, kan sy nie help dat
Rede sy Livin 'uit die straler, het vlugflouheid
Het jy 'n ware baas teef, ek kan nie help dat
En haar brein so dom ons het te kort gedoen word
Net gevlieg in ontwerper om die bookbag
Sê vir haar iets nodig het baie goeie om te kyk na
Buit so groot dit het te kort gedoen word
Trek in die Dawn, laat die dak terug
Moenie vir my sê dat jy My liefhet, baba bewys dat
Ketting hou flickin en die bende hou besteding
[Vers 2: Gucci Mane]
Nigga hou Missin 'met die musiek
Baby jy 'n menslike jacuzzi
Ek is 'n draai 'n teef soos 'n Rubik's
Ek kan my boek om te draai in 'n fliek (Gucci)
Ek is 'n sit 'n teef in 'n fliek, porno
Rockstar paartjie, Cher, Bono
Rock-ster my lewe, Muliano
Trek, tien bakstene van daardie Nelly Furtado
El Gato se af in die Hamptons
Pinky ring siek, dit het kanker
Ek was net Sellin 'dagga op kamera
Nou het ek my eie skoen soos die antwoord
Kan optrek gooi 'n bietjie geld op 'n danser
Moes my oorbelle want hulle dancin 'tip
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Murda op die maat van die moord man
Ben Simmons skud 'em met die linkerhand
Steppin 'op sy dagga soos 'n stap pa
Te turnt up, kan nie help dat
Shittin 'n vyand nie Ex-Lax
Kyk so dom dit het te kort gedoen word
Teef so dik, kan sy nie help dat
Rede sy Livin 'uit die straler, het vlugflouheid
Het jy 'n ware baas teef, ek kan nie help dat
En haar brein so dom ons het te kort gedoen word
Net gevlieg in ontwerper om die bookbag
Sê vir haar iets nodig het baie goeie om te kyk na
Buit so groot dit het te kort gedoen word
Trek in die Dawn, laat die dak terug
Moenie vir my sê dat jy My liefhet, baba bewys dat
Ketting hou flickin en die bende hou besteding
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