[Hook] Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad Hopped up out the wraith ain't tryna brag, brag Suicide doors, suicide yah I'm just doing me so why you mad, mad
[Verse 1] Young supreme, Daytona beach, you know it's me Top back on my 95 so you notice me If you ain't talking bags, don't hit my phone, what's the point Ask around cause I run my town, yeah I'm the boss You can catch me creeping, crawling through the night If you see me, got a biddie by my side Got 'em all big, man they hating on me Told them send bottles all night, fuck sleep, fuck sleep, yeah
[Hook] Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad Hopped up out the wraith ain't tryna brag, brag Suicide doors, suicide yah I'm just doing me so why you mad, mad
[Verse 2] Flexin' on them, just flexin' on them, like Ric Flair Diamonds on them, just shining on them, they love to stare Brought the Gucci fit just to take a pic, do it for the gram Got the duffle bags supreme, you feel, with a hundred grams You can catch me creeping, crawling through the night If you see me, got a biddie by my side Got 'em all big, man they hating on me Told them send bottles all night, fuck sleep, fuck sleep, yeah
[Hook] Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad Hopped up out the wraith ain't tryna brag, brag Suicide doors, suicide yah I'm just doing me so why you mad, mad Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad Hopped up out the wraith ain't tryna brag, brag Suicide doors, suicide yah I'm just doing me so why you mad, madTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
