gucci gucci

Lyrics

one big room full of bad bitches, fu got the weed, marl got the gun, they say numbers don't lie, bitch, i'm not the one, hammers in ya face, this is not a dream, and you get in every page in this magazine, bumping ugk, talking about a murder, we roll a dr. jay and then we light that julius erving, i got pussy on the way and pussy on the way out, life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out, tunechi, tunechi, tote the tooly, fuck around and pop ya, my homies got that white girl, call it lady gaga, glock for tini, nina colada, suck, swallow, semen, saliva, i'm going at your collar, fuck you hoe niggas!, weezy go hard, you bitches go figure, diamonds in my teeth like i'm a fucking dope dealer, you're a dead man walking: michael jackson thriller, i'm in one big room, full of bad bitches. it goes: tunechi, tunechi, tote the tooly, fuck around and pop ya, my homies got that white girl, call it lady gaga, it goes: tunechi, tunechi, tote the tooly, fuck around and pop ya, back where i started on my set, in black, all chrome glock looking like a platinum plaque, we don't pack extra clips, we pack extra gats, and all my hoes dirty like welcome mats, til the wheels fall off: i can fix a flat, if you're scared go to church and get a scripture tat, guns the size of children, now don't be childish, be with wild-ass niggas and i am the wildest. i'm a motherfucker, call me weezy baby, and on the end of the barrel i got a sweet potato, my life is a movie, i got a leading lady, my rooftop drop back like tom brady, i got the world in my hands, skateboard n' my vans, and all my boys stay strapped like we live in iran, i know what i can do, so bitch i do what i can, drop that sorry 4 the wait, man, i'm just saying. i'm in one big room, full of bad bitches.