Gucci Jacket YNW Melly

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
How  you do that Cujo?
Figurez  made it
Yeah

[Chorus]
Trappin', cappin', super dabbin', bandin' out on Gucci jackets
Quater-pounder,  gun to pack, I stretched that shit like it's elastic
Boy,  you fake, I know you plastic, molly got her flabbergasted
Pull up with them .223 Russian AK's and automatics

[Post-Chorus]
Pussy  super soakin', splashin' water on her Gucci shirt (Oh my God)
[?] Smith & Wesson, packin' dick inside the dirt (Oh my Lord)
Givenchy flavored drippin' on her Fear of God mini skirt (Yeah)
30. clip with forty Glocks and semi-automatic bursts

[Verse]
Fuck  all of that talkin' shit, you know lil' Melly shootin' first
Catch a nigga slippin' and we bussin' at his ass on [?] (On [?])
.223's and MAC-11's, knock that boy right off the earth (The earth)
Yeah, that lil' boy a bitch, get the percs
Yeah, that lil' boy a bitch, get the percs (Get the percs)
Get a ho some molly, rockin', watch them bitches smooch each other (Smooch each other)
Great young nigga broke his pockets, shorter than some coochie cutters (Coochie cutter)
Mainly posin', pistol totin', keep a pocket full of Trojans (Full of Trojans)
Pussy soakin', buss it open, wetter than Pacific Ocean (Pacific Ocean)
Hit him wit' that F&N, now that boy body decomposin' (Mushroom)
Pop that pussy for my clique and you might get some self promotion (Mhm)
Drako for all the commotion, up this bitch wit' no emotion
Shorty got me overdosin', ride that dick, a roller-coaster (Oh)
Roller-coaster that shit lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
Pull up on him wit a stick (A stick)
Melly baby, hittin' licks (Them licks)
Run in yo' house wit' the shits (The shits)
Yeah, I ride wit' them young jits (Them jits)
You niggas be handin' out bricks? (Bricks)
You niggas shippin' them pounds? (Them pounds)
You niggas got Glocks wit' fifty rounds? (Rounds)
You got niggas, pull up, don't make a sound? (Lil' bitch)
Get it, repeat, believe
He wanna [?] bitch, I want Patek Philippe, yeah
I might just fuck on a freak (Freak), I wanna get back to me
And I might get a jet-ski (Yeah)
Bitches so wet, need a jet-ski (Ski)
Yeah, that my bitch bestie (Yes)
Hit that lil' bitch with the SK (My bitch)
Hit that lil' bitch with the SK (The Glock)
Smoke his ass, just like a ashtray (Pssh)
Ooh, damn, ho (Damn, ho)
I swear to god I'm 'bout my fam' though (My fam' though)
Feel like [?], finna [?] a nigga
Melly baby, tryna rap a nigga (Huh)
I'ma scammer, I'ma robber and a motherfuckin' trapper nigga
No, I am not no trapper nigga
And I think they just untapped a nigga (Huh)
The feds in a young niggas phone (Phone)
These bitches won't leave me alone ('Lone)
I think that she gone off Patrone
She gone off Patrone (Patrone)
What the fuck goin' on? (On)
Let me get back inside my zone (My zone)
And tell that bitch stop callin' my phone, yeah, my cellular
She eat the dick up like a pizone, when she eat it up (Ooh-oh)
Go and suck it slow, I don't want that bitch no mo'
Givenchy drippin' all over her sneakers (Huh)
Got molly and we whip it out the beaker (Out the beaker)
That's Melly jammin' through yo' fuckin' speakers (Yeah it is)
My bitch gon' set it out, no Queen Latifah (Yeah)
I'm smokin' now, I'm smokin' on that reefer (That loud)
You got it good, but I get the pound for cheaper (Okay)
We bust it down, we break the shit and then crumble it (Brumble it)
These niggas fallin', yeah, they crumblin'