no stylist

Yeah, uh, yeah-yeah Huh, yeah, huh, uh, yeah-yeah Ooh, yeah, huh, ayy, yeah-yeah Ooh, yeah Gucci down, don't need no stylist, in that suicidal whip (Ooh, yeah) You say that's your gang (Ooh, yeah) I guess that's them boys you dyin' with (Ooh, yeah) I just mixed the RAF with the Ksubi (Ooh, yeah) I'm just tryin' shit (Ooh, yeah) Made the SRT take off like a plane (Ooh, yeah) We be flyin' shit (Ooh, yeah) Get money, I do it (I do it) You fake, I knew it (Let's go) Durang' or the Buick? (Uh-huh) A hundon, ran through it (Uh) Say you gonna do it, then do it (Let's go) I really don't talk, I just get to shootin' (Okay, let's go) She shake, lil' baby can movе it (Uh) Blu-Ray, my life is a movie I don't got time for thеse hoes (Yeah) I gotta run up my checks (Uh-huh) I got the pack for the low (Yeah) I move the pack to the West (Uh-huh You steady doin' the most (Yeah) I don't got time for your stress (Uh-huh) Think I'm done fuckin' your ho (Uh-huh) So now I'm giving her back (Uh-huh) I could just hop in the Rolls or hop in the Ghost (Uh-huh), yeah Yeah, she keep on blowin' my phone She doin' the most, yeah Damn, we can run down on your home You wouldn't even know, yeah (You won't even know, you won't even know) You talkin' crazy, but you froze when I approach ya' (When I approached) Gucci down, don't need no stylist, in that suicidal whip (Ooh, yeah) You say that's your gang (Ooh, yeah) I guess that's them boys you dyin' with (Ooh, yeah) I just mixed the RAF with the Ksubi (Ooh, yeah) I'm just tryin' shit (Ooh, yeah) Made the SRT take off like a plane (Ooh, yeah) We be flyin' shit (Ooh, yeah) Get money, I do it (I do it) You fake, I knew it (Let's go) Durang' or the Buick? (Uh-huh) A hundon, ran through it (Uh) Say you gonna do it, then do it (Let's go) I really don't talk, I just get to shootin' (Okay, let's go) She shake, lil' baby can move it (Uh) Blu-Ray, my life is a movie I'm gettin' my money I know I know your lil bitch couldn't do it But they askin' me how I went and go I told my lil bro I'm gon' shoot it (yeah) I pull up, I pull up, let's go (let's go) I'm fuckin' my money and threw it (yeah) Me and my brudda goin' crazy (yeah, uh) I'm fuckin' your shawty, she lazy (yeah-yeah) I hopped in the stu and I fucked up that beat Bitch, I'm callin' Amiri thats crazy These bitches, they hittin' me up and they askin' for Feats and I told 'em jus' pay me Askin' lil bitch why they fuckin' with me I remember them days when they hate me I had to run that shit up for money Hopped in that coupe goin' crazy She see me whip a Mercedes Lil bitch, she wan' have my baby I count them bands on the daily Gucci down, don't need no stylist, in that suicidal whip (Ooh, yeah) You say that's your gang (Ooh, yeah) I guess that's them boys you dyin' with (Ooh, yeah) I just mixed the RAF with the Ksubi (Ooh, yeah) I'm just tryin' shit (Ooh, yeah) Made the SRT take off like a plane (Ooh, yeah) We be flyin' shit (Ooh, yeah) Get money, I do it (I do it) You fake, I knew it (Let's go) Durang' or the Buick? (Uh-huh) A hundon, ran through it (Uh) Say you gonna do it, then do it (Let's go) I really don't talk, I just get to shootin' (Okay, let's go) She shake, lil' baby can move it (Uh) Blu-Ray, my life is a movie (Buh, bop, bop, bop, bow) (Yeah, Uh)