Gucci Gucci lyrics

[Intro: Meechy Darko]
Drugs, drugs
Drugs, drugs
Motherf*cker
Drugs, drugs
Go f*ck your mother
Drugs, drugs
Yeah

[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
A key of coke, a pound of shroomies
Got that molly and that lucy
b*tch, I'm feeling loony
A key of coke, a pound of shroomies
Got that molly and that lucy
b*tch, I'm feeling loony

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Woke up in the mornin', 'bout to get my pimpin' on
Log on Backpage, time to get my b*tches off
My cuz up in the kitchen, 'bout to get that whippin' on
We pour rosé, but Cîroc is what we drinkin', though
Danked the f*ck out, nothin' but that sticky, though
You n*ggas got a problem, catch my nine or my .22
Red hair, nice tits, call that b*tch a jungle pus*y
Louis this, Gucci sh*t, save that for them sucker rookies
And my weed's straight from the west
Bag it by the zip, that's 400, nothing less
Bag it by the P, that's 4,000 f*ckin' stacks
That's racks on top of racks, tax free on top of that
5-0 can suck my sack, from the front or from the back
Hustle mad, word to Tracy Morgan
Got n*ggas in your hood pitchin' for me, f*ck informants
My money make money, you n*ggas kinda boring
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
A key of coke, a pound of shroomies
Got that molly and that lucy
b*tch, I'm feeling loony
A key of coke, a pound of shroomies
Got that molly and that lucy
b*tch, I'm feeling loony

[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot]
You's a bad broad, but you can't meet the family
Kick you out the crib, the cab number's on your panty
Before I say another word, tell me where you get the nerve
I got to move these units like a verb, but
I can tell you turned out super duper burned out
Get your brains blown off Patron, what you worried bout?
Fiening like a custy, ride it like a huffy
Got these hoes up on my... from the bottom of my Stussy
And I never changed much, you just try to rush me
Now I'm all grown up, and regardless, baby trust me
I got warrants, arresting my performance
Got you bare assed out, hold up, mama porridge
What you think you smokin' on? Sort of feel like hope is gone
If you think you's big now, watch it with the focus on
J-Crew Pocket-Tees, fellas made a mockery
And the jive shorty, when I go, there ain't no stoppin' me
Zombie
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
A key of coke, a pound of shroomies
Got that molly and that lucy
b*tch, I'm feeling loony
A key of coke, a pound of shroomies
Got that molly and that lucy
b*tch, I'm feeling loony
Sober

[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
It's Meechy, ho, higher than some high beams
Eyes bloodshot red, I don't need no Visine
Walking dead, n*gga, take a look at my team
Cash rules, n*gga, take a look at my cream
Sour maybe diesel, green like spinach
Me, her, and her, we call that a ménage
So high, sight-seeing
f*ck her once, don't strike twice like lightning
Know y'all think like "Damn, Meech is quite mean"
But that’s your b*tch, n*gga, she ain’t my queen
She get wet, transform like a gremlin
pus*y, money, weed, money, weed, that's my medicine
n*gga I'm a rookie, but I'm better than them veterans
My b*tches go both ways, swing like a pendulum
Reefer lifestyle, every day's a honeymoon
I call her the blood sucker 'cause she f*ck my cousin too
Pills in every color hue, 'bout to roll another doob
I'm in that "f*ck it" mood, I didn't write the last two