I hop up out that van with that duffle bagīirds everywhere i call it the chicken roomĪttic full of good, basement full of benjaminsĬouple junkies knockin hard on my front porch My baby need some shoes, my auntie need a purse I’m back off in the kitchen workin with a chicken Im startin off my day with a blunt of purp Its me and my money and my diamonds man we a trioĪnd my bank account is rollin is you rollin This not your everday ordinary fuckin beemerĭis is no part of da seven dis a moss one cost a mean one got my top back for my grandma got my beater for aaliyah Objection whats the objection your honor I’m a geniusġ3 years old got my jordans in da cleanersīlack and white chain in da libra like a zebra Gucci got a warrant how da fuck I get subpoenaed? My rims look big like the lips on fantasiaĭont waste all ya life bein a couch potatoĪfter awhile crocodile see ya later, hater My 28 ashantis make it look like a spaceship My whip on a donk, give my chevy a facelift I cant buy a burger cuz im too fuckin famous – i lost my train of thought bitches callin me brainless See when we come in niggas tuck in they chain, and So icey is what i am but hes not who he say he isĮven when im sleepin money climbin creepin makin interestĬrawlin down the block 30s slidin like skisĪnd then we double datin make them both date meĪn ounce a what i smoke cost double your mortgage Seven chains on so gucci mane shining heavilyĪll white bricks same color as my necklace Tell em that big gucci said it, so icey get stupid with it Prints color mariah carey, if Nick Cannon ask about it Maui wowie, stupid cloudy, loudy got me rowdy rowdyĬhevy caprice 73 play master p im bout it bout it Have a baby by me probly maybe i’ll buy you an audi Gucci major money shawty i get crazy cloudy My rims are very charming and my leather seats are comfy My car got personality, the grille be smiling, honey Wheels spin backwardly, brick squad factory Slim with the tilted brim, flossing all the diamond gemsĪctually, trapping got me counting cash rapidly Rims on my M made your trim wanna lay with him Out there trappin like texaco but now i’m finna buy the one Soldier like geronimo, my house big as the pentagon Gucci bring pies to your door like he dominoes Whole clique flagged up, go and get toe tagged upīlack car, white guts, you can call it oreo I bang on the track like GDs, crips and vice lordsīloods, latin kings, if you bang, throw your rag up… The waves in my fade make a bitch need a surfboard While i’m burnin yay in my kitchen just like an arensal See i’m the author of cookie cappin’ and chargin’ ya Helicopters transferrin’ ya to the docter-a Twin chopp-e-rs, poppin’ ya, stand on top of ya, Go ask an oracle, better yet read an articleįeds use binoculars, gucci sellin’ tilapia Gucci mane’s a trapper but that question’s rhetorical I blowed up, i’m blowin’ up them particles Green kush, white cane, pill color of cardinal You hustlin’ lazily, so your wages marginal Pot scrr scrapin’ it, cookie cutters and bakeries Like james worthy i dropped 40 points last thursdayīut i’m wilt chamberlain, charm dancin’ and danglin’ The bird chirpin’, it’s curb service, my pass perfect On old national, traffickin’, call it networkin’ It’s on person, i’m one person, but i’m twerkin’ That sense of making crafted raps appear effortless. One last thing that strikes me as notable about Gucci’s output, & tends to be an underrated part of the aesthetic judgments of rap fans in gen., is the sense of craft, & thats something refreshing that dude brings to the table in an era of loosely connected punchlines hammered home (“SOCCER TEAM!”) w/out any style.
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