That's Gucci Shit

This is my year an I got them fearin Me It's 2020 I get so high I can barely see And this year I'm turnin 19 They say it's their year but it belongs to me This rap game ain't shit but marketing I'm on the top I'm on the ceiling Making money moves yeah bling bling I'll smoke crack Before I take my ex back Before she text back I Hit her bd with that Mac As if he was jack black This year is mine This is my time Just stayin low on my grind You looking for me but u can't find Me but u know where I stay at So what the f*ck it's pose to be Steady rollin that loud I don't run w a crowd I ain't chasin that clout You know what I'm about I'm about that paper You just a faker I don't wanna talk no more Not even to that whore She just a skank Got .57 cents in the bank All I smoke is that dank These goofys wanna hang They're steady tryna bang But what's ur set huh ? Ur girl I let ha Suck my dick Then she leave an I'm over it Yeah on to the next one We box I won I call ur bitch hon So do a hunnid other ones They see me they just run We running run shit We taking shit Throw on a fit That's Gucci shit I fucked yo bitch We gettin rich Cars pulling up slow I just tell my hoe Grab that 4, 4 Yeah that's a pistol Turn yo ass to a pickle Now u a vegetable Can't even be Legible As a citizen That ganja my medicine I sell my gs for the fin F*ck w my kin Now u in a body bag Ur Lowkey a hag But I still f*ck her That's right yes sir She fuckin me And not just me That's some shit u see on tv My life movie scene There ain't no removin me From the picture F*ck w me plenty murders occur We running run shit We taking shit Throw on a fit That's Gucci shit I fucked yo bitch We gettin rich