Gucci Gucci lyrics

One big room full of bad bitches

[Verse 1]
Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun
They say numbers dont lie bitch, Im not the one
Hammers in your face, this is not a dream
And youve getting every page of this magazine
Bumping UGK, we talking about a murder
We roll the Dr. Dre and then we light the Julius Erving
I got pussy on the way and pussy on the way out
Life is a beach and These hoes trying to lay out
Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the toolie, fuck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl, call it Lady Gaga
Glock 4-tini, nina colada, suck, swallow, semen saliva
Im going at your collar, fuck you ho niggas
Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure
Diamonds in my teeth like Im a fucking dope dealer
Youre a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller
Im in one big room, full of bad bitches..

It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Tote the tooly, fuck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl, call it Lady Gaga

[Verse 2]
Back where I started on my second, black
All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque
Dont pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats
And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats
til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat
If youre scared go to church and get a scripture tat
Guns the size of children now, dont be childish
Be with wild-ass niggas and I am the wildest
Im a motherfucker, call me Weezy baby
And on the end of the barrel I got a sweet potato
My life is a movie, I got a leading lady
My rooftop drop back like time, baby
I got the world in my hands, skateboard in my pants
And all my boys stay strapped like we dunn been to Iran
I know what I can do, so bitch I do what I can
Drop the Sorry 4 the Wait, man, Im just saying..

Im in one big room, full of bad bitches..
Tunechi baby!