Gucci Hucci selling coochie Never met my father Call my guy a motherfucker If he thinks that he can holler I don't do it for the followers I do it for the dollars I do it for the dollars I do it for the dollars
Gucci Hucci selling coochie Never met my father Call my guy a motherfucker If he thinks that he can holler I don't do it for the followers I do it for the dollars I do it for the dollars I do it for the dollars
Bend a motherfucker off well Will kill all of us Smoke a pit in the porch for the marijuana And he is a goner Come on with the guns When I close my eyes all I see is humpin' All you see is bright lights Ski mask, pistol whip a motherfucker Go to sleep fast Wake up in Gucci Can I have my teeth back? (uh) Hit him in the head again, tell him 'relax' (what?)
Every time I hit them right, that's free crack (okay) Every time I hit the pole, that's free rent And I'll drop it super low like a throwback And I smoke so much, I need a smoke stat
Roll it, spark it, hit it, hold that So much money on me, I can't even fold that And I'm shopping where the only place they showin' And I'm thinking about picking up a guy again And I'm kicking it with Megan and Ashley Pop a molly with them all, get nasty Epiphany in the corner, rollin' up a fat leaf (weed)
Cough seems so damn high I can't sleep (nuh-uh) And I'm so damn high that I can't speak (ah) And I'll stay that high all damn week (woo!) Fantastic, yeah, that's me! (woo!) Get em hooked like motherfucking toxin (woo!) So sick that I think they'll need those vaccines (woo!) And I'm up all night, no caffeine
And the emotional is magic And the Da Vinci (?) is classic Wanna touch my ass? But you ain't got cash? You'll be brushing from that slashing
Gucci Hucci selling coochie Never met my father Call my guy a motherfucker If he thinks that he can holler I don't do it for the followers I do it for the dollars I do it for the dollars I do it for the dollars
Gucci Hucci selling coochie Never met my father Call my guy a motherfucker If he thinks that he can holler I don't do it for the followers I do it for the dollars I do it for the dollars I do it for the dollars
Really think she must've died Choose one, drunk by Mikkeller, run, run I'm the only one who seems to get the job done And I'm back from the dead like God's son And I'm talking bout Brett, raw bits From the back of the head, point blank Fill him up with the lead, like bang bang Gonna sew em like thread, up the dank dank And I gotta thank Ruger (?) for everything Come back like an all black bang-a-rang Call me Cat Woman, no Anne Hathaway 'Till I compensate em' on that a' way
Then I hop in the cab, that's a getaway And I did the same shit just yesterday I'm the boss today, I'll be the boss tomorrow, fuck the rest Then hit them in the chest with the holo-trip And I never borrow shit, got the goods, hit up the swish real quick Then I'll fill it back up with the good shit
Then I might do line off a fat dick Don't you know I got that motherfucking magic? Piss and drink is a must, called me, name was blank He told me all the secrets, I just had to give em breaks Everybody loves me like they love Raymond And you know I keep it spice like I'm Cajun
Wet t-shirt covered in Faygo She gon' juggle all her dates, yeah there ya go Let me take another sniff of the yayo Gotta motherfucking mountain on the scale Street ballin', sipping on the snayo Pretty boy, got me thinking bout' giving up the tail Say he got the dough, and then he tried to bail Cut him up, sent him to his mama in the mail
God forgive me, I got these dark forces in me Hot like a fireplace Smoke like a chimney So many drugs in me that I swear I'm going Whitney You know I keep a bad bitch, and that fat dick, with me at all times High score in killing this shit Bitches was missing me, you know I'm still in this shit Wanna run up on me, on my tums, so dumb bitch I put a bullet in they head, make em go down quick...
Gucci Hucci selling coochie Never met my father Call my guy my motherfucker If he thinks that he can holler I don't do it for the followers I do it for the dollars I do it for the dollars I do it for the dollars
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