Gucci Flip Flops
Gucci Gucci
Gucci flip flop,
Gucci shoes with my Gucci wrist watch.
Let it tik tok.
I don't flip flop
All my shit popping (yea)
tell my girl keep her leg crossed
Her ass phat
I fucked her and left her whiplash
Keep my chain crossed
I got it jumping like we playing double Dutch
In the game I'm double clutched
That means I got a tight grip
I'm holding everything tight
I ain't letting nothing slip
All white like coke
That be my whip
Bad bitch
She wanna be my side chick
She most like the way I drip drip
320 a bottle you know I sip sip
Steering wheel, wood grain grip
So I
Hit the pedal with my Gucci flip flops
(skrrr) Gucci flip flops
(skrrr) Gucci flip flops (skrrr)
Hit the pedal with my Gucci flip flops
(skrrr) Gucci flip flops
(skrrr) Gucci flip flops
Verse2
In these streets I'm trying to make a killing
You know I'm touching every dollars coming
Count it all N put it in my savings
You talking money nicca talk more to us
Cuz to us, we get to it,
And to it, ain't no limit
Aim for the stars not between it
Gucci on my feet
I bet you never seen it
Pray for all these bad bitches around me
They just keep on sinning
Put her on that mic
She's just gonna kept on singing
Even when I'm done cumming (hahaha)
She wanna be famous bring her to the family
(bring her)
We ain't got the bees but we got the honeys
So I
Hit the pedal with my Gucci flip flops
(skrrr) Gucci flip flops
(skrrr) Gucci flip flops (skrrr)
Hit the pedal with my Gucci flip flops
(skrrr) Gucci flip flops
(skrrr) Gucci flip flops
Verse3
Gucci Gucci Gucci Guccccci!!!
I ain't stressing bitch I'm Gucci
Like my name was Davis (Gucci mane)
Lite it up N smoke it till it's finished
When that money call U know I'm racing
She can make it clap but don't tease me
She don't fuck with broke niccas
She's all about her riches
Simply cuz she came from the ghetto
Where full of roaches
Hood nicca I don't fuck with snitches
The game is sweet like peaches (sweet)
2k for the shoes please watch where you stepping
I would tell you I'm the shit
But that would be like me preaching
I can show him better than I can teach him
I'm in my brand new crib and I got on
Gucci flip flops
Gucci flip flops (clean)
Hit the pedal with my Gucci flip flops (skrrr)
Gucci flip flops (skrrr)
Gucci flip flops (skrrr)
Hit the pedal with my Gucci flip flops (Gone)
Gucci flip flop,
Gucci shoes with my Gucci wrist watch.
Let it tik tok.
I don't flip flop
All my shit popping (yea)
tell my girl keep her leg crossed
Her ass phat
I fucked her and left her whiplash
Keep my chain crossed
I got it jumping like we playing double Dutch
In the game I'm double clutched
That means I got a tight grip
I'm holding everything tight
I ain't letting nothing slip
All white like coke
That be my whip
Bad bitch
She wanna be my side chick
She most like the way I drip drip
320 a bottle you know I sip sip
Steering wheel, wood grain grip
So I
Hit the pedal with my Gucci flip flops
(skrrr) Gucci flip flops
(skrrr) Gucci flip flops (skrrr)
Hit the pedal with my Gucci flip flops
(skrrr) Gucci flip flops
(skrrr) Gucci flip flops
Verse2
In these streets I'm trying to make a killing
You know I'm touching every dollars coming
Count it all N put it in my savings
You talking money nicca talk more to us
Cuz to us, we get to it,
And to it, ain't no limit
Aim for the stars not between it
Gucci on my feet
I bet you never seen it
Pray for all these bad bitches around me
They just keep on sinning
Put her on that mic
She's just gonna kept on singing
Even when I'm done cumming (hahaha)
She wanna be famous bring her to the family
(bring her)
We ain't got the bees but we got the honeys
So I
Hit the pedal with my Gucci flip flops
(skrrr) Gucci flip flops
(skrrr) Gucci flip flops (skrrr)
Hit the pedal with my Gucci flip flops
(skrrr) Gucci flip flops
(skrrr) Gucci flip flops
Verse3
Gucci Gucci Gucci Guccccci!!!
I ain't stressing bitch I'm Gucci
Like my name was Davis (Gucci mane)
Lite it up N smoke it till it's finished
When that money call U know I'm racing
She can make it clap but don't tease me
She don't fuck with broke niccas
She's all about her riches
Simply cuz she came from the ghetto
Where full of roaches
Hood nicca I don't fuck with snitches
The game is sweet like peaches (sweet)
2k for the shoes please watch where you stepping
I would tell you I'm the shit
But that would be like me preaching
I can show him better than I can teach him
I'm in my brand new crib and I got on
Gucci flip flops
Gucci flip flops (clean)
Hit the pedal with my Gucci flip flops (skrrr)
Gucci flip flops (skrrr)
Gucci flip flops (skrrr)
Hit the pedal with my Gucci flip flops (Gone)
Credits
Writer(s): Uwa Eguakun
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