Free Gucci

Free Gucci You say you flipping dope In the trap with your ho But see I'm bout that murder Catch a body with the burner talking this and that Triple 6 in the sticks with a Soulja rag $uicide B-O-Y ain't no compromise Walking round looking like I'm from Columbine Homicide's glorified on my side of town Better have protection if you fuc*** walking round Me and Oddy catching bodies then we rolling gaudy Always foggy when I'm creeping black all on my body You say you driving Maserati but I call your bluff Always murder then I rob 'em money ain't enough No money ain't enough Creeping, sparking, thinking maybe if I, if I shoot Just take this Nine, and plead defense, but my life I will protect I don't rock for selfish niggas, .45 [?] chest I'll have you running, man, I guess that's why you so upset You think you're hard, huh? Lil boy, say you with the shits Until your dogs at your door and run all your chips [?] on the floor, ya' partners gon dip Then put them lights in his eyes, bury a snitch I'm moving Hector he just playing with it He pu*** A couple bands'll have ya layin still Don't push me The hustle god ain't with the chitter-chatter, boy what's happening? We talkin'? Lil boa, we can make it happen It's nothin' Back in all black Bitch, Give me that backpack Fill it with a sack and a stack And that's that crack in the pack Bitch, I need to backtrack Real talk, need a trackback? I'ma need the cash I'ma need the weed Need to ash I'ma need the green That's dope and money Smoking honey All mac pack in a black Cadillac Ain't nothing funny Ain't no handouts, ain't no biting Stick your hand out—I'll start slicing Advising sacrificing all you lice and I start pricing I'm tasting ice and lemonade in paradise I'm icing Sprite and Lean enticing me till' I KO I might be Tyson