[Intro: Gucci]
Freestyle n****
Me and Zay new mixtape its over for y’all fucks
(Damn son, where’d you find this?)
Ugh, ugh, I’m gettin’ sick again
Chyeah, So Icey Entertainment, this is a banger
This is another banger by Zaytoven (Trapaholics)
Gucci
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane you don’t know about me, only thing that ya know is that I’m so icy
Flows up grow’d up, rosé rose up
Pierre Rose n**** pour my cup
I’m froze, I’m pullin’ all the hoes, and all the dro, fuckin’ all the hoes, and you know
I know that you’re mad, to tell the truth n**** you’re sad, I’m glad
N**** you’re out, pussy no doubt
I got clout all the girls talk about
The kid LaFlare, put it in the air
Somebody extraordinaire pull up a chair
It’s Gucci Mane, Gucci, boy that boy stupid
And he rock Gucci, my hoes are in Louis
Mix it wit [?], Dolce and Gabbana
And he got a bean but boy its no Honda
And hes killin’ these n****s, lyrically, figuratively, jiggerly
Gucci, that shit don’t mean shit to me
I am, high am, I’m higher than a kite-am
Cave man, Robin, and Batman, its Gucci
I’m stupid, you know the flows still so dumb
Gucci Mane LaFlare, rom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom
I’m like Robin Hood cause I steal from the rich, but hang with the poor
It’s Gucci Mane LaFlare I’m a real OG
The name of my team is So Icey
And it is some honor among these thieves
Cause we don’t even crab even not on trees
We smoke P’s and no QP’s
And no QP’s, we only smoke bails
We get high as hell, we at the hotel
Five star ‘tel, Inter-con Con-tinental
Man its Gucci-montumental
Monumental, heh heh, coincidental
Zay-tizzle got the instrumentals
And Gucci Mane LaFlare I got … nobody knows
Damn, Hey, hey, I’m goin’ ham
I was born by Birmingham
But now I stay in East Atlanta
It’s Gucci Mane LaFlare shout out to Alabama
It’s Gucci
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
