Gucci

Goldie on wrist, GUCCI on my bitch
Goldie on wrist, GUCCI on my bitch
Goldie on wrist, GUCCI on my bitch
Goldie on wrist, GUCCI on my bitch

Drag my bitch like Biber
Yeah I smoke that riffa
Saying like a cheater
Laundry at the cleaner
Naah, drink that all tequila
I take shots like yihaaa

On my purple leader
On my Zaanse dealer
All my bitch smoke clean
Bitch, niggas tryin' me
That bitch know me
Pullin' off my chin

Goldie on wrist, GUCCI on my bitch
Goldie on wrist, GUCCI on my bitch
Goldie on wrist, GUCCI on my bitch
Goldie on wrist, GUCCI on my bitch

They know I got it (yeah)
Everything I touch is silent (yeah)
Chopping the product (yeah)
Keeping the GUCCI we got the shot
Twenty 4 seven I do it like that

Nobody you know can be moving like that
Surrounded by glance, beware that I go
Too fake shawty ain't doing it back
We will up on you like nothing
Testing the shit that we perfect

All of your rap is a shit, huh?
All of your rap is a shit, see?
I could be doing the shit and
My sleep even if I'm under 6 feet

Teasing the show
Mh teeth but locked with
My Barbie she's up on my feet
I'm GUCCI, look!

Goldie on wrist, GUCCI on my bitch
Goldie on wrist, GUCCI on my bitch
Goldie on wrist, GUCCI on my bitch
Goldie on wrist, GUCCI on my bitch

All these McGregors fuck you on sue
Swish racks stayin' in the lue
Black fingers always ready to shoot
Show my position and keeping it true
Black stone I'ma headed to bless

Black eye singing down on my chest
Black cars we were tryna arrest
Me, but my move can fuck with the face
Too lit to get calling the lick
Too slick to gat caught with your bitch

Too turned to be coming back, damn
Too dope to be clicking it up
Still nope, we ain't giving no fuck
Still gone, we are here on my toast
Putting that work under your nose

Goldie on wrist, GUCCI on my bitch
Goldie on wrist, GUCCI on my bitch
Goldie on wrist, GUCCI on my bitch
Goldie on wrist, GUCCI on my bitch



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Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Joshua George Daivyes Cole
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