GUCCI PURSE FULLA DIAMONDS I SHINE LIKE DEM lyrics

[Part One]

[Intro]
Glo Gang!
Ayy
Yung Bruh, ayy
Yung Bruh, Yung Bruh
Ayy, yuh

[Verse 1]
Burberry Scarf wrapped around my neck, she said she like that sh*t
pus*y like a foreign car how a young n*gga be slidin' in
Tired of these f*ckboys in my face, I won't say hi to them
Tired of these f*ckboys, go away, I won't say bye to them
Yuh, ayy

[Chorus]
Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds, I shine like them (I Shine)
Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds, I shine like them (I Shine)
Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds, I shine like them (I Shine)
Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds, I shine like them (I Shine)

[Verse 2]
I feel like Lil Wayne, you can't reach me on my Samsung
b*tches call me cute, my Grandma call me handsome
I want the escalade sittin' in front of the Mansion
If you out here tryna stunt this yo' anthem
I feel like Fetty Wap, I'm a Fetty Wap
Designer boy, she wanna sex me up, lil' angel, bless me up
She said she gon' hold me down
Nah, let me up, shawty, let me up
'Cause last time I trust a b*tch she set me up, yeah, she set me up
[Bridge]
Last time I trust a b*tch she set me up
Yuh, ayy, don't trust no b*tch (Yung Bruh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 3]
I don't got time for thots, I don't got time for bops
I'm tryna get this guap, tryna take care of my mom
I don't f*ck with the cops I know that they watch (f*ck 12, f*ck 12)
I don't f*ck with no opps I know that they plot
They talking down on me, that's that, "ra-ra-ra"
I f*cked your b*tch make her sing, "la-la-la-la-la"
My wrist glistening like a molly rock
Shorty lick my bracelet then she give me top
Ayy, If she not a model I can't f*ck that b*tch
Ayy, I put my bracelet on her pus*y, f*ck my wrist
Ayy, f*ck my wrist, f*ck my wrist, f*ck my wrist
Icy b*tch, diamonds falling out her clit, damn
Damn, my fans say, "Yung Bruh you the sh*t"
Ayy, ayy, b*tch, I'm throw up and I'm p*ss (Ugh)
I hope I make you n*ggas sick (Ugh)
My wrist looking like a crip, yuh, yuh
Ayy, ayy-ayy

[Outro to Part 1 & Part 2]
You know what I'm sayin', Yung Bruh in this b*tch, bruh
f*ck all that fu-fu sh*t, man
f*ck wit' me man, I'm slidin', finna get right
Ayy, yuh, yuh, you heard me?
Yuh, n*gga up next in this b*tch, n*ggas up next in this sh*t, yuh
f*ck all that fu-fu sh*t like I said man
Yung Bruh, lil Tracy, man
Number one, so magical, you understand?
Lil Tracy, n*gga
Swervin', know what I'm sayin'?
[Beat Switch/Fade Into Part 2]

[Intro to Part 2]
Yung Bruh, ayy
Yung Bruh, Yung Bruh
Ayy, yuh

[Verse 3]
Bu-Burberry Scarf wrapped round my neck
She said she like that sh*t
pus*y like a foreign car how a young n*gga be slidin' in
Tired of these f*ckboys at my face, I won't say hi to them
Tired of these f*ckboys, go away, I won't say bye to them
Yuh, ayy

[Chorus]
Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds, I shine like them
Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds, I shine like them
Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds, I shine like them
Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds, I shine like them

[Verse 4]
I feel like Lil Wayne you can't reach me on my Samsung
b*tches call me cute, my Grandma call me handsome
I want the escalade sittin' in front of the Mansion
If you out here tryna stunt this yo' anthem
I feel like Fetty Wap, I'ma Fetty Wap
Designer boy, she wanna sex me up, lil' angel bless me up
She said she gon' hold me down
Naw let me up, shawty, let me up
'Cause last time I trust a b*tch she set me up, yeah, she set me up
[Bridge]
Last time I trust a b*tch she set me up
Yuh, ayy, don't trust no b*tch (Yung Bruh)
Ayy

[Verse 5]
I don't got time for thots, I don't got time for bops
I'm tryna get the guap, tryna take care of my mom
I don't f*ck with the cops I know that they watch
I don't f*ck with no opps I know that they plot
They talking down on me that's the rarara
I f*cked your b*tch make her sing, la-la-la-la-la
My wrist glistening like a molly rock
Shorty licked my bracelet then she gave me top
Ayy, If she not a model I can't f*ck that b*tch
I put my bracelet on her pus*y f*ck my wrist
f*ck my wrist, f*ck my wrist, f*ck my wrist
Icy b*tch, diamonds falling out her clit
My fans say "Yung Bruh you the sh*t"
b*tch, I'm throw up and I'm p*ss
I hope I make you n*ggas sick
My wrist looking like a crip, yuh, yuh
Ayy, ayy-ayy

[Outro to Part 1 & Part 2]
You know what I'm sayin', Yung Bruh in this b*tch, bruh
f*ck all that fu-fu sh*t, man
f*ck wit' me man, I'm slidin', finna get right
Ayy, yuh, yuh, you heard me?
Yuh, n*gga up next in this b*tch, n*ggas up next in this sh*t, yuh
f*ck all that fu-fu sh*t like I said man
Yung Bruh, lil Tracy, man
Number one, so magical, you understand?
Lil Tracy, n*gga
Swervin', know what I'm sayin'?