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, to je Gucci
Ooh
Huh, Wop, whah
lil pumpe
Brr, da, bla, oh, blow
M-M-M-Murda
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Murda na ritam sa čovekom ubistvo
Ben Simmons ih protresti lijevom rukom
Steppin 'na svom droga kao korak tata
Previše Turnt gore, ne može pomoći da
Zajebavaš na mrzitelj ne laksativ
Pazi tako glup da je zadobio čuva leđa
Bitch tako gusta, ona ne može pomoći da
Jer ona Livin 'kroz mlaz, dobio jet-lag
Treba mi pravi gazda sine, ja tu ništa ne mogu
I njen mozak tako glupi smo se držali leđa
Je sleteo dizajner na bookbag
Reci joj potrebno nešto stvarno dobro pogledati
Plijen toliko velika da je zadobio čuva leđa
Povući u zore, neka krova natrag
Nemoj mi reći da me voliš, dušo dokazati da
Lanac stalno flickin "i banda drži potrošnje
[Verse 1: Lil pumpe]
Ima puno leda na vratu čovjeka
Prokletstvo čovjeka, stotine bendova izvise na rancu
Zglob tako hladno treba leda
Put četiri stotine bendova u mikrofonski stalak
Probudio sam se ujutro, kupio Maybach
Ooh, I'ma go radim ono što želim da radim
Imate svoju bebu mama, crnjo Tokin napolje krov
Prokletstvo boo, I'ma držite ga stvarno, ja ne jebem s tobom
Jer imaš stav
Možete unovčio na Bentley Kupe (Woo)
I'ma idu i sjebati ti kuja Tomor reda
Gucci mokasine kada hodam, tijesto
Lil pumpe smash tvoj glavni ho (wow)
I ona gon 'učiniti ono što ja tako kažem
I'ma vam pokazati kako ja živim život, ooh
Made dva miliona u jednoj noći
Cijelo tijelo pokriveno ledom
Pourin 'se četvorki u mom Tropical Sprite
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Murda na ritam sa čovekom ubistvo
Ben Simmons ih protresti lijevom rukom
Steppin 'na svom droga kao korak tata
Previše Turnt gore, ne može pomoći da
Zajebavaš na mrzitelj ne laksativ
Pazi tako glup da je zadobio čuva leđa
Bitch tako gusta, ona ne može pomoći da
Jer ona Livin 'kroz mlaz, dobio jet-lag
Treba mi pravi gazda sine, ja tu ništa ne mogu
I njen mozak tako glupi smo se držali leđa
Je sleteo dizajner na bookbag
Reci joj potrebno nešto stvarno dobro pogledati
Plijen toliko velika da je zadobio čuva leđa
Povući u zore, neka krova natrag
Nemoj mi reći da me voliš, dušo dokazati da
Lanac stalno flickin "i banda drži potrošnje
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Nigga držati fali sa muzikom
Beba ti ljudski jacuzzi
I'ma twist sine kao Rubikova
Možda pretvoriti svoju knjigu u film (Gucci)
I'ma stavio kučka u filmu, porno
Rockstar par, Cher, Bono
Rock Star mom životu, Muliano
Popnite se, deset cigle te Nelly Furtado
El Gato je pao u Hamptons
Pinky prsten bolestan, to je rak
Samo sam prodaješ drogu pred kamerom
Sad imam svoje cipele kao odgovor
Možda podići baciti nešto novca na plesačica
Morala do vrha moje naušnice jer su plesali
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Murda na ritam sa čovekom ubistvo
Ben Simmons ih protresti lijevom rukom
Steppin 'na svom droga kao korak tata
Previše Turnt gore, ne može pomoći da
Zajebavaš na mrzitelj ne laksativ
Pazi tako glup da je zadobio čuva leđa
Bitch tako gusta, ona ne može pomoći da
Jer ona Livin 'kroz mlaz, dobio jet-lag
Treba mi pravi gazda sine, ja tu ništa ne mogu
I njen mozak tako glupi smo se držali leđa
Je sleteo dizajner na bookbag
Reci joj potrebno nešto stvarno dobro pogledati
Plijen toliko velika da je zadobio čuva leđa
Povući u zore, neka krova natrag
Nemoj mi reći da me voliš, dušo dokazati da
Lanac stalno flickin "i banda drži potrošnje
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