Gucci, Louis, Versace (feat. K.D. & Slim)

Gucci, Louis, Versace
Gotta stain on my body
I gotta keep a Rocket
Like my name's James Harden (Yeah)
Poppin' at you pussies
You can not stop me
Takin' out yo body
Yeah, I've been a trillin' topic
(Yeah) I'm a beast (Yeah)
Standin' next to you, 'cause it's time to eat
(Yeah)
Read threat, red all up on my feet (Yeah)
You can't stop me
'Cause I'm too street (Yeah)
Where the beast at?
(Talk)

Gucci, Louis, Versace
I ain't boujee
But I'm goin' fuckin' crazy
On this beat
Like my wife did to my meat
Y'all said a week
Now she making my legs weak
Can't speak
Lingerie from Adam and Eve
With stockings so neat
Own a big crib, on a long street
In her ribs, you'll be noticing
Y'all know me, as a fiend
I'm not that; nowhere between
Y'all lost in the scheme
Any which way you lean
Yo' head ain't missin' the laser beam
Insert the clip and peel
My name's spelled PhIL
'Cause with the steel, I don't kill
I just make wounds that won't heal
I make meals, with great skill
That's my life deal, with great thrill
When I hit the store
And still, I get, I get, I get
This shit called fuckin'

Gucci, Louis, Versace
Christian Rubin to my toes
Gold chain up on my collar
Fast cash and it's ugly
Scam, I like it hunky
Do the dance to the back
Red lights, not stoppin'
Burners takin' out yo body
Bulletproof; long medallion
Like I hit from the back
It touches her spine
Give me three new baby lions
Gucci bands, I was droppin' a dime
No cappin', I cannot lie
Gucci, Louis, Versace
Gotta get it, get it all of the time
Double cup of Tropicana sittin' in the cup holder of a Maserati
That bitch doin' acrobatics
Had to get the cash that I had built
Fuck the negatives, I had to stay positive to myself
(Ooh, ooh) Positive to myself (Ooh)
Gucci, Louis, Versace
(Ooh, ooh)
(Okay)
(Okay)
Gucci, Louis, Versace (Okay)



Credits
Writer(s): Kedavien George
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