GUCCI GANG REMIX lyrics

Chorus:

Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang
Swear to f*cking god you gonna see me with the louis bag
Spending all my bands in designer stores
Cus I just wanna get the money, f*ck a whore
I’m just tryna ball, get my life right
Until the night I f*ck her till she c*m right
I’m whipping up an instrumental in the trap
TrillSound run the money in a, Gucci sack!

X2


Verse 1:
Spend a hundred dollars on a half ounce
Got that top shelf for the right count
Bounce right back when I take L’s
Oh well, I don’t take L’s
You can call me stupid, dumb, retarded
Swear you make me wanna go harder
Go farther
Get famous enough to f*ck on ya daughter
She naughty
Riding on my di*k like harry potter on a broomstick
Damn dawg yeah my flow sick
Killing competition
In addition
I’m packing, the ammunition
Like military mission
Kill a pus*y, if he slipping

Flipping cookies till I pass out
Lean I'm bout to pass out
Xanny bout to pass out
Molly made her dance up on the table with her ass out
f*cking on the gang
Go insane now
All you f*cking sound the same, now
This is not a playground
Coming for the game crown
All you acting rappers, butta run, when I’m inbound
Ya!

Chorus:

Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang
Swear to f*cking god you gonna see me with the louis bag
Spending all my bands in designer stores
Cus I just wanna get the money, f*ck a whore
I’m just tryna ball, get my life right
Until the night I f*ck her till she c*m right
I’m whipping up an instrumental in the trap
TrillSound run the money in a, Gucci sack!