Gucci
Gucci
Gucci
I went to bed all in Louis
I woke up drippin in Coogi
Gucci
Gucci
I got gas bags in Bowie
I got bad bitches pickin n choosin
Everything what
Gucci
Got my niggas they drummin, they trappin, they move shit
Everything what
Gucci
Got my niggas drummin, they gunnin, they boom shit
Everything what
Gucci
Everything what
Gucci
Gucci
Gucci
Everything what
Gucci
Now it's Prada, no Dada
I'm scammin, I'm boostin
Got me out in Cabanas
Lil bitch in a two piece
And I'm countin up dollaz
You writin on loose leaf
Like a Pimp David Banner
Wipe me down like I'm Boosie
Everything what
Gucci
I don't got space for none of your friends, it's a two seat
My engine V8, try catch up, you gon lose me
Ain't no foot on the brakes, bitch I gotta keep movin
Think I'm Reno, I'm Drippin n Oozin
Fuck a Tec, bitch I'm grippin a Uzi
Ain't no ceilings, I'm feelin like Tunechi
Paid In Full, bitch I'm livin a movie
College bitch, but her brain lookin stupid
She just powder her nose, gettin booted
She gon' back up that ass n get to it
Fuckin wit me she know everything Gucci
Gucci
Gucci
I went to bed all in Louis
I woke up drippin in Coogi
Gucci
Gucci
I got gas bags in Bowie
I got bad bitches pickin n choosin
Everything what
Gucci
Got my niggas they drummin, they trappin, they move shit
Everything what
Gucci
Got my niggas drummin, they gunnin, they boom shit
Everything what
Gucci
Everything what
Gucci
Gucci
Gucci
Everything what
Gucci
Gucci
I went to bed all in Louis
I woke up drippin in Coogi
Gucci
Gucci
I got gas bags in Bowie
I got bad bitches pickin n choosin
Everything what
Gucci
Got my niggas they drummin, they trappin, they move shit
Everything what
Gucci
Got my niggas drummin, they gunnin, they boom shit
Everything what
Gucci
Everything what
Gucci
Gucci
Gucci
Everything what
Gucci
Now it's Prada, no Dada
I'm scammin, I'm boostin
Got me out in Cabanas
Lil bitch in a two piece
And I'm countin up dollaz
You writin on loose leaf
Like a Pimp David Banner
Wipe me down like I'm Boosie
Everything what
Gucci
I don't got space for none of your friends, it's a two seat
My engine V8, try catch up, you gon lose me
Ain't no foot on the brakes, bitch I gotta keep movin
Think I'm Reno, I'm Drippin n Oozin
Fuck a Tec, bitch I'm grippin a Uzi
Ain't no ceilings, I'm feelin like Tunechi
Paid In Full, bitch I'm livin a movie
College bitch, but her brain lookin stupid
She just powder her nose, gettin booted
She gon' back up that ass n get to it
Fuckin wit me she know everything Gucci
Gucci
Gucci
I went to bed all in Louis
I woke up drippin in Coogi
Gucci
Gucci
I got gas bags in Bowie
I got bad bitches pickin n choosin
Everything what
Gucci
Got my niggas they drummin, they trappin, they move shit
Everything what
Gucci
Got my niggas drummin, they gunnin, they boom shit
Everything what
Gucci
Everything what
Gucci
Gucci
Gucci
Everything what
Gucci
Credits
Writer(s): Demetrius Ngosso
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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