[Intro: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Yeah, yeah
Huh
Huh
[?]
You know the fuckin' [?]
[Verse 1: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Hope you ain't fuckin' opps like you used to (Nah)
Got them boys in a box, they'll screw you
Couple shooters at the top watchin' cops like it's YouTube
Boy, fuck them other sides, I don't fuck with them new dudes
Couple niggas in a pen, they'd kill for some jay pay
Know they grippin' on the steel and they lurking all on pay day
Steady huntin' for the bag and more funds since the eighth grade
Hollow tips made her go, yeah, they breakin' through your breastplate
Hop out designеr, you swear I'm a icon
My bitch a junkie, keep Perc's just to bitе on
Attire the leather, we shoot through your nylon
Get that ho off my dick, I still [?] by the [?]
She want the best of me
Cookin' dope, my junkie's favorite recipes
Pretty Ricky, my bitch got that pleasure P
Stop that talking 'cause we havin' extra clips
He a bitch, I think he filled with estrogen
Got no son then we gon' kill his next-to-kin
Got them bricks selling, bitch, come and bring it in
Fuck the gang shit, I'll kill him if you need him
Fuck assist, nigga, all my niggas shootin' above the rim
I'm a real trap bro, gimme racks, I'll double it
Got some killers on my line, they'll tell me where the trouble is
If it's cold, fuck a coat, yeah, you know I'll bubble it
He a bitch, say it with your chest, he over there mumblin'
Hundred shots in the gun, yeah, he over there stumblin'
Said he need some love; well, the bullets, they're huggin' him
I'm a war vet dog, I'll give the Glock a muzzle
Hmm, fat ass nigga bit the block, he a humbler
That bitch wan' go to GUCCI
You say, "Ooh, I love you, I love you, GUCCI"
She either a actor or playin' stupid
'Cause you can't get shit, better work at Hooters
So I guess that she done 'cause this ain't a movie
I'm a pirate, no robbing, you know we loot him
No lying, no boxing, I'd rather shoot him
Got my liar on fire, she suckin' stupid
Yeah, yeah
Huh
Huh
[?]
You know the fuckin' [?]
[Verse 1: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Hope you ain't fuckin' opps like you used to (Nah)
Got them boys in a box, they'll screw you
Couple shooters at the top watchin' cops like it's YouTube
Boy, fuck them other sides, I don't fuck with them new dudes
Couple niggas in a pen, they'd kill for some jay pay
Know they grippin' on the steel and they lurking all on pay day
Steady huntin' for the bag and more funds since the eighth grade
Hollow tips made her go, yeah, they breakin' through your breastplate
Hop out designеr, you swear I'm a icon
My bitch a junkie, keep Perc's just to bitе on
Attire the leather, we shoot through your nylon
Get that ho off my dick, I still [?] by the [?]
She want the best of me
Cookin' dope, my junkie's favorite recipes
Pretty Ricky, my bitch got that pleasure P
Stop that talking 'cause we havin' extra clips
He a bitch, I think he filled with estrogen
Got no son then we gon' kill his next-to-kin
Got them bricks selling, bitch, come and bring it in
Fuck the gang shit, I'll kill him if you need him
Fuck assist, nigga, all my niggas shootin' above the rim
I'm a real trap bro, gimme racks, I'll double it
Got some killers on my line, they'll tell me where the trouble is
If it's cold, fuck a coat, yeah, you know I'll bubble it
He a bitch, say it with your chest, he over there mumblin'
Hundred shots in the gun, yeah, he over there stumblin'
Said he need some love; well, the bullets, they're huggin' him
I'm a war vet dog, I'll give the Glock a muzzle
Hmm, fat ass nigga bit the block, he a humbler
That bitch wan' go to GUCCI
You say, "Ooh, I love you, I love you, GUCCI"
She either a actor or playin' stupid
'Cause you can't get shit, better work at Hooters
So I guess that she done 'cause this ain't a movie
I'm a pirate, no robbing, you know we loot him
No lying, no boxing, I'd rather shoot him
Got my liar on fire, she suckin' stupid
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