Gucci lyrics

[Intro]
(Joining a gang is like having a family
It's feeling you're part of something bigger than yourself)

[Verse 1]
Said I'm only tryna hustle with the gang
Flipping weight and gaining muscle with the gang
I don't know you, I don't trust you with the gang
f*ck with meeting you in trouble with the gang
With the gang, with the gang, swoop
My squad killing, I'm squad dealing, I'm job filling
I'ma look like Jesus in the whip, I mean, if God willing
When n*ggas show up to your sh*t, it ain't no crowd
I ain't tripping, I just pulled up with gang and they so wild
Bossing up
I just pulled up with a b*tch that ain't your style
And she's table for the family plus the bottles, they so proud
These lil n*ggas acting out, we got me backing out
'Fore I put my jacket down, I started 'tacking clowns
'Fore I date a boozy b*tch, I'll bring a ratchet round
Even the babies get the shells, some eggs hatching now
Them hoes give me action now, when n*gga rapping now
Hella flames, she give me hella brain, I call her cap and gown

[Chorus]
I've been grinding, getting money with the gang, n*gga
Lord, forgive me, I put 50 on a chain, n*gga
I'm in the kitchen, sweating, whipping up a key
I bag it up and them I'm hitting up the street
You ain't tryna get me paid? b*tch, I'm Gucci
Think your ass is getting sad? b*tch, I'm Gucci
I see zombies walking up, b*tch, I'm Gucci
Come out, n*gga, bossing up, look like I'm Gucci
b*tch, I'm Gucci

[Verse 2]
Ah sh*t, stupid going mental
Told the rap game make space for a oriental
Heard this instrumental then I grabbed the paper and a pencil
Going stupid like a kid in a short bus that's yellow
God damn, I'm the man
I'm so hot, need some fans
Last year didn't know who I was
This year know who I am
Last year I was broke
This year got some bands
God damn, I don't think these pus*y n*ggas understand
Now it's Balmain logo on my pants
Now every time my check clear I hit my dance
I don't think these pus*y rappers stand a chance
b*tch, I did it on my own, never needed no events
[Chorus]
I've been grinding, getting money with the gang, n*gga
Lord, forgive me, I put 50 on a chain, n*gga
I'm in the kitchen, sweating, whipping up a key
I bag it up and them I'm hitting up the street
You ain't tryna get me paid? b*tch, I'm Gucci
Think your ass is getting sad? b*tch, I'm Gucci
I see zombies walking up, b*tch, I'm Gucci
Come out, n*gga, bossing up, look like I'm Gucci

I've been grinding, getting money with the gang, n*gga
Lord, forgive me, I put 50 on a chain, n*gga
I'm in the kitchen, sweating, whipping up a key
I bag it up and them I'm hitting up the street
(You ain't tryna get me paid? b*tch, I'm Gucci
Think your ass is getting sad? b*tch, I'm Gucci
I see zombies walking up, b*tch, I'm Gucci
Come out, n*gga, bossing up, look like I'm Gucci)