Gucci Vuitton lyrics

[Intro: RJLDiablo]
Pull up on a b*tch in Gucci, Vuitton
Momma lookin' at me, like, "Where I go wrong?"
Pull up wit' some ice, drink be strong
Sippin' on the Daniels, got your b*tch in a thong
Same old sh*t, I've been here all along
Pick up a b*tch, you gon' call me King Kong
Gucci, Vuitton, got Louis Vuitton
(This sound like 3L)

[Chorus: RJLDiablo]
Pull up on a b*tch in Gucci, Vuitton
Momma lookin' at me, like, "Where I go wrong?"
Pull up wit' some ice, drink be strong
Sippin' on the Daniels, got your b*tch in a thong
Same old sh*t, I've been here all along
Pick up a b*tch, you gon' call me King Kong
Gucci, Vuitton, got Louis Vuitton

[Refrain: RJLDiablo & KSI]
Flag on ay, you gotta go pay
I pulled up with dawgs, them drillas all stray
Flag on my ay, got a flag, not the gay, ayy
Yeah
Flag on ay, you gotta go pay
I pulled up with dawgs, them drillas all stray
Flag on my ay, got a flag, not the gay, ayy
Yeah
(RJL, go crazy, show these motherf*ckers)
(Cool, bro, you got bars)
(This sound like 3L)
[Verse 1: RJLDiablo]
Get hit, get stripped, get knocked to the flo'
Opps be looking at me, like, "What the f*ck does he know?"
I made this sh*t all on my own, woah
My b*tches askin' for loans, woah
I gotta grab my own, woah
I gotta grab my own, woah
I gotta grab my own, woah
I gotta grab my own, woah
I gotta grab my own, woah
I gotta grab my own, woah
b*tch, give me your phone, woah
She wants me to change my tone, ho
Don't come in my zone, ho
My man's forehead looks like a dome, bro
Pull up with a MAC, you don't know what I pack, you lack
Slatt, slatt, slatt

[Interlude: RJLDiablo]
Hold up, roll up, b*tch, you better bring the smoke up, woah
Ayy, ayy
Hold up, roll up, b*tch, you better bring the smoke up, woah
Ayy, ayy
Hold up, roll up, b*tch, you better bring the smoke up, woah

[Chorus: RJLDiablo]
Pull up on a b*tch in Gucci, Vuitton
Momma lookin' at me, like, "Where I go wrong?"
Pull up wit' some ice, drink be strong
Sippin' on the Daniels, got your b*tch in a thong
Same old sh*t, I've been here all along
Pick up a b*tch, you gon' call me King Kong
Gucci, Vuitton, got Louis Vuitton
[Verse 2: RJLDiablo]
Roll 'round the pit, I think my life sh*t
Rap overs beats but I won't make a hit
Nothing I make makes it to the front
This Britain, we don't have no guns
But we got shanks, opposition on the run
f*ck the feds, give a f*ck 'bout their guns
I got a milli', give the crowd whole funds

[Interlude]
(RJ, what the f*ck are you doing, fam?
This music ting ain't no joke, you get me?
Stop f*cking around and make an album, make a hit album!
f*ck your mixtapes and all, we need money
That's what I was hired for, money!
So if you don't get any money by this week, then I'm leaving!
You can fire me if you want, but I won't care...
You little sh*t, make me a fare!
So I can run away and I won't have to worry 'bout my affairs!)
Woah, I just hopped out of the lair
Batcave, Batcave, got b*tches bare
f*cking on 'em, I'm Yogi Bear
Hold up, roll up, b*tch, you better bring the smoke—yo
Hold up, roll up, b*tch, you better bring the smoke—yo

[Refrain: RJLDiablo]
Flag on ay, you gotta go pay
I pulled up with dawgs, them drillas all stray
Flag on my ay, got a flag, not the gay, ayy
Yeah
Flag on ay, you gotta go pay
I pulled up with dawgs, them drillas all stray
Flag on my ay, got a flag, not the gay, ayy
Yeah