Chorus:

Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang
Swear to fucking god you gonna see me with the louis bag
Spending all my bands in designer stores
Cus I just wanna get the money, fuck a whore
I’m just tryna ball, get my life right
Until the night I fuck her till she cum right
I’m whipping up an instrumental in the trap
TrillSound run the money in a, Gucci sack!

X2


Verse 1:
Spend a hundred dollars on a half ounce
Got that top shelf for the right count
Bounce right back when I take L’s
Oh well, I don’t take L’s
You can call me stupid, dumb, retarded
Swear you make me wanna go harder
Go farther
Get famous enough to fuck on ya daughter
She naughty
Riding on my dick like harry potter on a broomstick
Damn dawg yeah my flow sick

Killing competition
In addition
I’m packing, the ammunition
Like military mission
Kill a pussy, if he slipping

Flipping cookies till I pass out
Lean I'm bout to pass out
Xanny bout to pass out
Molly made her dance up on the table with her ass out
Fucking on the gang
Go insane now
All you fucking sound the same, now
This is not a playground
Coming for the game crown
All you acting rappers, butta run, when I’m inbound
Ya!

Chorus:

Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang
Swear to fucking god you gonna see me with the louis bag
Spending all my bands in designer stores
Cus I just wanna get the money, fuck a whore
I’m just tryna ball, get my life right
Until the night I fuck her till she cum right
I’m whipping up an instrumental in the trap
TrillSound run the money in a, Gucci sack!