Gucci Gang(Gudda Mix)

Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang I'on rock designer B.Y.B.U on everything Except for the pants, they Levi jeans I prefer dem baggy, I ain't really into skinny man Dead stock J's, matchin' to the tee Since I can't see I had to cop gold Versace frames I throw on a fitti, my fit hittin' From the top to the kicks, call me Lui Kang With a Mortal Kombat flow, you don't wanna combat tho If you do, strap up and get your ammo I take off on this beat, you Offset with a beast At least two out of three, get it, amigo(A Migo) Flip it, spinnin' like a fidget, eventually kill it If you spit flames, I'm spittin' hot grease out the skillet Listen, pimpin', I'm out your reach like I'm gone missing I eat beats, rock, roll, mob it and lynch it Like a bitch with a fat ass, I body competition You sauced up, I guess I'd be the BBQ drippin' Off the chicken if you trippin', I'm bakin' your biscuit And push your shit sideways like I'm cow tippin' I'm from the gudda, se-w-age like a drain storm I f*ck ya bitch, leave her wetter than a rain storm I hit the bed, rat-tlin, turn the bass on em Oh you big mad, well hell, you shouldn't came for em The aftermath could get Shady, and Slim ya chance to take I'm old school, like bucket hats and break aways I got a shot, put up the rock(Roc) like I'm sign wit Jay But since I ain't, I Terror Squads and do the rock away And lean back, my whole team strap We going in like I just bought a party pack You pour a drink and get the sippin' don't know how to act That liquid courage, boost endurance, now you're super wack What happened to the white tees and baggy jeans I was just a Juvenile, 400 degrees Now you bring this Lil Pump, want dump or want squeeze Throw you off a lil' boat, dunk and repeat With a Uzi spittin' different verses than G's You new school niggas cool, but I'm bringin' the heat Like the middle of the summer, scorchin' heavily Make a niggas sweat, like shawdys, hear'n the voice of Keith Wheeeww Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang I'on rock designer B.Y.B.U on everything Except for the pants, they Levi jeans I prefer dem baggy, I ain't really into skinny man Dead stock J's, matchin' to the tee Since I can't see I had to cop gold Versace frames I throw on a fitti, my fit hittin' From the top to the kicks, call me Lui Kang