Gucci Songtext
von Drumma Boy

Whoa... whoa whoa
Whoa whoa ... whoa whoa

Whoa petty got glass whoa
I went morning on a bag whoa
Put a pill in her ass whoa
Ha yea whoa catch me whippin three letters whoa amg on the pedal whoa
Went baguetti my necky whoa whoa
Twenty bitches at the Westin whoa
Thirty rounds on the west end whoa
Wait hold up yea oooo would you look at the time
Cromeheart sat in my lens goat yard dope got swine
I done ran thru all her friends i been fuckin two at a time


We tote more sticks that top golf
Pop both of these pills and take off
I′m sip one for my synthetic coff
Reach the kidney i fucking my bladder up
She been a thot ho way before i met her
I wear a two tone Gucci sombrero
I wear a hot top coupe armadillo
Been that ass over so i can buss that shyt open

Yea hmm hold up Shake it wit a rose gold knife
Fuck Life up & head up wit lies
Order the yacht for all of my wives
The carbon it sit on my side
It's a maybach why would i drive

Heard that lil pussy got miles
I′m trying to put dick in your blouse
Take the g6 thru the clouds
Farrell Chanel on the towels
Oh i didn't leave you no vowels
Purple drink on my tongue like a child
Gucci ... Gucci
Bucket hat cover my dreads yuh
Pucci... couchie... skeet down her leg yuh


Whoa petty got glass whoa
I went morning on a bag whoa
Put a pill in her ass whoa
Ha yea whoa catch me whippin three letters whoa amg on the pedal whoa
Went baguetti my necky whoa whoa
Twenty bitches at the Westin whoa
Thirty rounds on the west end whoa
Wait hold up yea oooo would you look at the time
Cromeheart sat in my lens goat yard dope got swine
I done ran thru all her friends i been fuckin two at a time