Freestyle

[Intro: Gucci] The work hard The work is hard And art (And art) On God We hard Rock solid Let’s do it Young Ralph (ay) Young Gucci (Gucci) My belt is Louis (Louis) I am yours truly My diamonds are stupid My watch is crazy Young Ralph (ay) Money makers [Verse 1: Young Ralph] Money makers Me & Gucci man We could spend a hundred stacks off in Gucci Land I ain’t gotta rap, I could stay the trap Call my partna up, we could make it happ I done fucked up and caught the flow right back When I fell off I had bounced right back Not with fifty grand but like a half a million Now since I work hard I got a couple more millions And I can get in the hood fuckin’ wit my partner You know me, you fuck wit me you gonna need a doctor I don’t play wit handguns I just play wit choppers When I get that beef, man, I love to play wit whoppers I got that from my partna Gucci, you know he rock Louis, man I can go wit him together we go get somе Louis man Go to any club in any city fuck dem rappers Fuck all y’all pussy robbers, wе the real jackers Straight off the top, dawg [Verse 2: Gucci] That how we feel This is how we feel right now How we feel right now Right now, right now, I’m so high right now Theres a very high n**** in his backyard now Me and Ralph yeah we smoke it out the pound And I’m sittin’ on 28’s I’m so high above the ground See it sound like skrrrt when I scrape the sides Big beater shawty, got your mouth wide Open up your eyes, cause I got the fries But yous a small fry, I’m a wise guy, I got mob ties I’m a boss n****, I see ya snake eyes You just scrapped out Trap-Tacular, trap school now