GUCCI ROTTEN lyrics

[Intro: ? and Swerzie]
It's that 423 Community House sh*t
You know what the f*ck goin' on
It's Swerzie and sh*t (yuh)
f*ck yo' verse n*gga, you don't need that sh*t (Run it)

[Verse 1: Swerzie]
b*tch, you better pay me for that feature
I ain't friends with none you rappers
I need money and a Beamer
I might cheat and whip a Tesla for a minute if it's cleaner
I don't like to have no new friends, so this year I'm gettin' meaner (Aye)
Look at the ice (Aye)
Look at the price (Aye)
I'm f*ckin' a check and the balance look nice (Aye)
I'm rollin' the dice (aye)
The price of my life
You better go duck (Aye)
My team give no f*cks (Aye)
You talk we go dumb
It's the sound of that drum (Aye)
When we gon' pull up (Aye)
In Rotten we trust (Aitch)
I'm not f*ckin' with you if you talk to me
I'll have your face meeting my backhand
If you try kill me I'm chasin' your ass as a ghost like you playin' in Pac-Man
I don't like friends, I just like money and Beamers the size of a fat man
If you want problems I'll call Uzi Rotten then we gonna get to attackin'
[Verse 2: Swerzie]
I need some money to talk
I wash you out like you chalk
b*tch I'm gonna come leave my mark
You on the wave like a ark
I'll drop your sh*t from afar
Enemies not gettin' far
Y'all just be rappin' to rap
But I'll f*ckin' die for the art
I rap so I don't go starve
So do not go actin' too funny with me, you a mark

[Chorus: Swerzie and ZOTiYAC]
Aye, guns point at your noggin if you talk on Rotten
If we don't talk profit, I'ma tell em stop it
b*tches, they be plottin' to put me in coffins
So I tote the Glock and anywhere I pop it
Aye, b*tch my team so icy, call me Gucci Rotten
Aye, she ain't really want me til' she see me poppin'
Aye, I don't f*ck with b*tches comin' at my pockets
Aye, I'ma kill the racket, rest in peace they losses (Yuh, aye, aye)

[Verse 3: ZOTiYAC]
Lil' b*tch I'm so icy they put me in Rotten
Run in the lobby, I'm robbin' your b*tch, she wan' top me, she finna come put out my bottoms
Smokin' that gas, got me coughin', this leaf make 'em fall from a tree like it's autumn
Got a Coach right off 'em
I be ballin' off it
I don't hold no wallet, put it in my pocket, ball it
Get wet when I walk in, she identify as faucet
Boy, your hoe a flipper, me and foenem call her dolphin
We flip that b*tch all summer, your lil' shorty somersaulting (Somersaulting)