I Aint Fussed M Huncho

[Intro]
Gucci cap, Gucci cap, Gucci cap
Gucci cap, Gucci cap
Gucci cap, Gucci cap
Gucci cap, Gucci cap

[Verse 1]
Gucci cap, I'm stylin'
I'm good at that, Gucci pack
Flippin' this, 36
I'm good at that, they run it up
I Run it up, I get the P
I run it back
But sometimes I'm sittin' with racks on racks
I'm thinkin' should I really, really run it back?
Course I will, ah
Moneys fucked, ah
Money's changed, all of these jiggas ah
I'm sittin' down, with my friends, talking figures ah
Thinkin' of, how we can, serve em like Federer
Just pass me the cigarette
Fuck it, just pass me the ciggaweed
Lost out on a 9
I'm ravin' in freshers, I lost all my uni fees
Heres the science were not in the same class
I cannot fuck with these brothers, we ain't got the chemistry
So call up my line if there's somebody that can really deliver
Like me ah
Fake brothers, I'm not feelin' their aura like Rita
Im in it for bread yeah the whole box of pitta
Im in it for bread yeah the whole box of pitta