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, tas ir Gucci
Ooh
Huh, Wop, whah
Lil sūknis
Brr, jā, blah, ak, trieciens
M-M-M-Murda
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Murda uz ritmā ar slepkavību vīrietis
Ben Simmons krata 'em ar kreiso roku
Steppin "viņa aerolaka kā soli tētis
Pārāk turnt augšu, nevar palīdzēt, ka
Shittin "uz nīdējs nav Ex-Lax
Skatīties tik mēms tas got tur atpakaļ
Kuce tik bieza, viņa nevar palīdzēt, ka
Iemesls viņa Livin 'ārā strūklu, ieguva jet-lag
Nepieciešams reālu boss kuce, es nevaru palīdzēt, ka
Un viņas smadzenes tik mēms mēs saņēmām tur atpakaļ
Tikai lidoja dizainers ar BookBag
Pastāstiet viņai vajadzēja kaut ko reālu labu apskatīt
Booty tik liels tas got tur atpakaļ
Pavelciet uz augšu Dawn, ļaujiet jumts atpakaļ
Vai nav man pateikt, ka tu mīli mani, bērnu pierādīt, ka
Chain glabāt flickin "un banda tur tēriņus
[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Got daudz ledus uz mana kakla vīrietis
Damn man, simts joslas hangin "manā mugursomā
Rokas tik auksts nepieciešama ledus iepakojuma
Put četri simti joslas ar mic stand
Pamodās no rīta, nopirka Maybach
Ooh, esmu iet darīt to, ko es gribu darīt
Got jūsu mazulim mama, nigga Tokin "veic jumta lūku
Damn tpū, esmu saglabāt to reāla, man nav fuck ar jums
Cēlonis jums ir attieksme
Jūs cashed par Bentley Coupe (bildināt)
Esmu iet un izdrāzt savu kuce tomor-rindu
Gucci mokasīni par to, kad es staigāt, mīkla
Lil Sūkņa sagraut jūsu galvenais ho (wow)
Un viņa gon "darīt to, ko es saku, lai
Esmu parādīt, kā es dzīvoju dzīvi, ooh
Ražots divus mil vienā naktī
Visa ķermeņa klāj ledus
Pourin "up četrrāpus manā Tropical Sprite
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Murda uz ritmā ar slepkavību vīrietis
Ben Simmons krata 'em ar kreiso roku
Steppin "viņa aerolaka kā soli tētis
Pārāk turnt augšu, nevar palīdzēt, ka
Shittin "uz nīdējs nav Ex-Lax
Skatīties tik mēms tas got tur atpakaļ
Kuce tik bieza, viņa nevar palīdzēt, ka
Iemesls viņa Livin 'ārā strūklu, ieguva jet-lag
Nepieciešams reālu boss kuce, es nevaru palīdzēt, ka
Un viņas smadzenes tik mēms mēs saņēmām tur atpakaļ
Tikai lidoja dizainers ar BookBag
Pastāstiet viņai vajadzēja kaut ko reālu labu apskatīt
Booty tik liels tas got tur atpakaļ
Pavelciet uz augšu Dawn, ļaujiet jumts atpakaļ
Vai nav man pateikt, ka tu mīli mani, bērnu pierādīt, ka
Chain glabāt flickin "un banda tur tēriņus
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Nigga glabāt missin "ar mūziku
Baby tu cilvēks džakuzi
Esmu vērpjot kuce, piemēram, Rubika
Es varētu pārvērst savu grāmatu par filmu (Gucci)
Esmu likts kuce filmu, porno
Rockstar pāris, Cher, Bono
Rokzvaigzne manu dzīvi, Muliano
Pull up, desmit ķieģeļi šīs Nelly Furtado
El Gato ir noteikti Hamptons
Pinky gredzens slims, tas ieguva vēzi
Man bija tikai Sellin "aerolaka kameru
Tagad es saņēmu savu kurpi kā atbilde
Varētu uzvilkt izmest naudu par dejotājs
Bija tip manu auskarus "izraisa tie Dancin '
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Murda uz ritmā ar slepkavību vīrietis
Ben Simmons krata 'em ar kreiso roku
Steppin "viņa aerolaka kā soli tētis
Pārāk turnt augšu, nevar palīdzēt, ka
Shittin "uz nīdējs nav Ex-Lax
Skatīties tik mēms tas got tur atpakaļ
Kuce tik bieza, viņa nevar palīdzēt, ka
Iemesls viņa Livin 'ārā strūklu, ieguva jet-lag
Nepieciešams reālu boss kuce, es nevaru palīdzēt, ka
Un viņas smadzenes tik mēms mēs saņēmām tur atpakaļ
Tikai lidoja dizainers ar BookBag
Pastāstiet viņai vajadzēja kaut ko reālu labu apskatīt
Booty tik liels tas got tur atpakaļ
Pavelciet uz augšu Dawn, ļaujiet jumts atpakaļ
Vai nav man pateikt, ka tu mīli mani, bērnu pierādīt, ka
Chain glabāt flickin "un banda tur tēriņus
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