Gucci
I'm just a slayer living
I got to get it
I get it damn
I got them livid
You make a bag then split it
Why is they testing me
Testing my flows and they testing my bars
Cause the last time that shit was this hard was when you got some dick in prison
Saint Elizabeth I have risen
Don't fuck with birds and I don't flock with pigeons
Off the done you know that your shit was written
I am the best out of all of these women
Killed every song that i been in
Look good naked don't need no linen
I am the chef and these bitches is chicken
Ice the cone, now its been dripping
Take the backseat you not whipping!
When I decided I was rapping
Way before these bitches trapping
I was snapping, had a buzz like a beer I was packing
Picking up where they lacking, I stay bragging
Where my sword, Im attacking
Hoes soft like satin, Bitches chattin'
I'm so dope, might fuck around and get high
Born in the Stuy, chase dis music til' I die
Make me cry, suck it up
Til' they dry, Fucka shy
I do what I does and I gets by
These niggas lie
Thats why they cant have no slice of the pie
Niggas wanna be business man but don't own a tie
In Atlanta they say I'm fye
Ima 10 u a 5
I'm wet u dry
Get a jet then get fly
Gucci, Prada (yeah)
That's me coming thru
All these rubber bands
Acting brand new
I gotta new crew
They come with attitude
New York broad and chilling out in Malibu
I got problems too
I got a shopping addiction, I need that and that too and that too
Gucci, Prada its nada
Need a Lambo fucka Honda
Look at the watch
Look at it spin
Look at the time where have i been
Pick up the bag, don't let it fall
I need the weed go make the call
Running red lights, call the law
I don't like the court law
We be buying out the malls
We be chilling till we froze
Yeah
I'm on the road
I gotta go...
Lamb everywhere, she such a hoe
I'm in my zone, you could get zoed
I just rolled up in a rose, i just iced out my ring now I'm froze
Man u know how dis goes sleeping on me, bitch thats a no
Hit up my bitch on da celly
Making moves at the telly
Allot shrimp in my belly
My shit sing like Beyonce, your shit sing like Kelly
I get the bread from the deli, I need it hot and ready
I like it just nice and steady, This bag way too way too heavy
Who these hoes wanna be
Ed, Edd or Eddy
Nigga I'm iced up
I been piped up
You got a hype man
You hyped up, get ya life up, get ya likes up
You don't get singles, you wifed up
I'm so juicy
Life a movie
Netflix and chill, in the jacuzzi bitch
Who you judging nigga Judy?
I'm in a bad mood, bitch i'm moody
Eat the cookie
She bad and bouji
I don't do drugs, i'm super sober
These hoes finna be over the time is closer
I get busy and I'm litty, i need milli's
Start a business, run a city, buy a country
Nigga I'm hungry
Gucci, Prada (yeah)
That's me coming thru
All these rubber bands
Acting brand new
I gotta new crew
They come with attitude
New York broad and chilling out in Malibu
I got problems too
I got a shopping addiction, I need that and that too and that too
Gucci, Prada its nada
Need a Lambo fucka Honda
I got to get it
I get it damn
I got them livid
You make a bag then split it
Why is they testing me
Testing my flows and they testing my bars
Cause the last time that shit was this hard was when you got some dick in prison
Saint Elizabeth I have risen
Don't fuck with birds and I don't flock with pigeons
Off the done you know that your shit was written
I am the best out of all of these women
Killed every song that i been in
Look good naked don't need no linen
I am the chef and these bitches is chicken
Ice the cone, now its been dripping
Take the backseat you not whipping!
When I decided I was rapping
Way before these bitches trapping
I was snapping, had a buzz like a beer I was packing
Picking up where they lacking, I stay bragging
Where my sword, Im attacking
Hoes soft like satin, Bitches chattin'
I'm so dope, might fuck around and get high
Born in the Stuy, chase dis music til' I die
Make me cry, suck it up
Til' they dry, Fucka shy
I do what I does and I gets by
These niggas lie
Thats why they cant have no slice of the pie
Niggas wanna be business man but don't own a tie
In Atlanta they say I'm fye
Ima 10 u a 5
I'm wet u dry
Get a jet then get fly
Gucci, Prada (yeah)
That's me coming thru
All these rubber bands
Acting brand new
I gotta new crew
They come with attitude
New York broad and chilling out in Malibu
I got problems too
I got a shopping addiction, I need that and that too and that too
Gucci, Prada its nada
Need a Lambo fucka Honda
Look at the watch
Look at it spin
Look at the time where have i been
Pick up the bag, don't let it fall
I need the weed go make the call
Running red lights, call the law
I don't like the court law
We be buying out the malls
We be chilling till we froze
Yeah
I'm on the road
I gotta go...
Lamb everywhere, she such a hoe
I'm in my zone, you could get zoed
I just rolled up in a rose, i just iced out my ring now I'm froze
Man u know how dis goes sleeping on me, bitch thats a no
Hit up my bitch on da celly
Making moves at the telly
Allot shrimp in my belly
My shit sing like Beyonce, your shit sing like Kelly
I get the bread from the deli, I need it hot and ready
I like it just nice and steady, This bag way too way too heavy
Who these hoes wanna be
Ed, Edd or Eddy
Nigga I'm iced up
I been piped up
You got a hype man
You hyped up, get ya life up, get ya likes up
You don't get singles, you wifed up
I'm so juicy
Life a movie
Netflix and chill, in the jacuzzi bitch
Who you judging nigga Judy?
I'm in a bad mood, bitch i'm moody
Eat the cookie
She bad and bouji
I don't do drugs, i'm super sober
These hoes finna be over the time is closer
I get busy and I'm litty, i need milli's
Start a business, run a city, buy a country
Nigga I'm hungry
Gucci, Prada (yeah)
That's me coming thru
All these rubber bands
Acting brand new
I gotta new crew
They come with attitude
New York broad and chilling out in Malibu
I got problems too
I got a shopping addiction, I need that and that too and that too
Gucci, Prada its nada
Need a Lambo fucka Honda
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Writer(s): Justine Magomo
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