Gucci Flip Flops

[Intro: Jay Z]

Hit with the RICO they repo that vehicle

Shit was all good just a week ago

About to start snitchin', ain't you?

Ready to start bitchin', ain't you?

I forgive you, I forgive you

Hustlin' just ain't you

[Verse 1]

If you listenin' to this now that mean Swizzy got it cleared for me

2018, what a fucked up year for me

Take it back to January, nigga lost his father

Only way I got through it was bumpin' Wayne's first Carter

With the speakers blarin', windows down on my McLaren

See the wheels and it's apparent, this why these fuck niggas starin'

Had a premonition, parked and got out, Calabasas far

Triple X, Biggie, Pac, niggas kill rappers in cars

That was back in June

I missed out on a couple million, gotta get back in tune

I wake up, work out, hit the studio right after noon

Still gotta pack a tool to pick my kids up after school

Don't put me in no situation where one of us niggas have to lose

'Cause you'll be in a casket soon

Closed tighter than Mac and Tune

Another classic with no Jigga verse, it'll happen soon

Go bar-for-bar with Jigga

Last wish of a young spitter even if the verse is killer

[Chorus]

That is not how I die, I seen my death

Seen all you niggas' demise, folded hands on your chest

Always put my niggas first, they pray for my last breath

Thought I did niggas right, 'til niggas start goin' left

Gucci flip flops, ten toes down where I stood

Gucci flip flops, nigga, I done got it from the mud

Gucci flip flops, hoppin' over fences 'cause I could

In Gucci flip flops, never switchin' sides on the hood

Gucci flip flops

[Verse 2]

Still listenin'? I want y'all to picture this

Me and you tradin' lives, now tell me what the difference is?

More money, more problems

And more niggas who wanna kill you

More empty Patrón bottles

And I don't condone violence but niggas on phones wildin'

Niggas on apps cappin', them choppers at full volume

I put money on niggas' books, got houses out foreclosure

One call'll open fire on niggas and force closure

I'm too O.G. for this shit

Built my career off the rock, Memph' Bleek in this bitch

Comin' of Age, even squashed my beef with Meek for this shit

Get off the phone, stop speakin' and shit

Soon as 12 close the door on you niggas, mouth leakin' and shit

Go to jail, cut a deal, can't do a week in that bitch

That's why I stay away, somewhere on a beach with a bitch

Watchin' Narcos, listenin' to The Weeknd and shit

[Chorus]

And this is not how I die, I seen my death

Seen all you niggas' demise, folded hands on your chest

Always put my niggas first, they pray for my last breath

Thought I did niggas right, 'til niggas start goin' left

Gucci flip flops, ten toes down where I stood

Gucci flip flops, nigga, I done got it from the mud

Gucci flip flops, hoppin' over fences 'cause I could

In Gucci flip flops, never switchin' on the hood

Gucci flip flops