Gucci Gucci

A Key of coke a pound of shroomies
Got that Molly and that Lucy
Bitch I'm feeling loony

Woke up in the morning
'bout to get my pimping on
Log on back page, time to get my bitches off
My cuz up in the kitchen 'bout
To get that whipping on
We pour rose but Cîroc is
What we drinking though danked the fuck out
Nothing but that sticky though
You niggas got a problem
Catch my nine or my 22 red hair, nice tit's
Call that bitch a jungle pussy
Louis this, Gucci shit
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 4000 fucking 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 niggas in your hood pitching for me
Fuck informants
My money make money, You niggas kinda boring

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 unit's like a verb
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 smoking 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 stopping me zombie

It's Meechy Ho, higher than some high beams
Eyes bloodshot red, I don't need no visine
Walking dead nigga, take a look at my team
Cash rules nigga, 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
Fuck her once don't strike
Twice like lightning
Know ya'll think like "Damn
Meech is quite mean"
But that’s your bitch, nigga
She ain’t my queen
She get wet transform like a gremlin
Pussy money weed money weed
That's my medicine
Nigga I'm a rookie but I'm
Better than them veterans
My bitches go both ways swing like a pendulum
Reefer lifestyle every day's a honeymoon
I call her the blood sucker cause
She fuck my cousin too
Pills in every color hue
'bout to roll another doob
I'm in that fuck it mood
I didn't write the last two