Gucci Gang (Remix) lyrics

[Verse]
Yeah, you know what I claim
Grand Gang, Goon Gang, that same dam thang
Told them "f*ck and yo block, I don't give a f*ck where you hang"
When I pull up, all you hear is bang bang
I just bought a nina and I like the way that clip hang
Nah, I don't drank green, I don't sip pink
Cause when I'm off it, I be feeling like I'm lacking
I like to post up on the block
Be on point when I'm standing with the Glock
Hell nah, we ain't running from the opps
I just be cooling in the crib when it's hot
Ducking from the feds cause I know they be on watch
I'm just getting to the bread, yeah, I'm focused on the guap
When the pump his back, he gon' do a belly flop
Leg shot, when he fall, I'ma hit him in his top
Hell nah, I don't pop percocets
Smoke a bunch of dead n*ggas to relieve stress
Heard this b*tch want this di*k, told her say less
Told her "Come here, baby, let me make the pus*y wet"
Don't come through flexing on the goonies
Cause they might f*ck around and take your jewelry
f*ck boy, we ain't with all the foolery
You say you slick but only slickers, ain't no fooling me
I put the gun into gunning, I come from where they shoot for nothing
We ain't bluffing, we busting, yeah we'll turn nothing into something
All these opp n*ggas lying, I swear them boys ain't on nada
Real killers move in silence, that's why it be hard to find us
I dream day and night of making up blue dollars
You gotta play it right, if you say you a shot caller
The hustle can't stop, I gotta go harder
I'm a 100 double-G, I ain't talking about designer
Shout out to Grand Gang, Goon Gang, Grand Gang, Goon Gang, Grand Gang, Goon Gang
I got a Gucci on my waist, one hundreds all in my pockets, I ain't walking with a suitcase
Put a 30 to your grill like toothpaste
That's if a n*gga try to take the food off my plate
I could tell a fake n*gga like a knockoff Gucci
I'm a migo and I like my b*tches bad and boujee
Everytime I link with Diamond, hoe, you know it's a movie
Tank tucked, in the cut, gripping tight on the toolie
Won't lack, hell nah, buddy
You n*ggas must be tripping like Kid Cudi
If you ain't on nothing, you nothing, go get some money
sh*t ain't funny when you broke and you bummy, it could get ugly
Haa
Hold on hold on hold on wait
Too much hot sh*t for yall