[Hook]
G’s on my belt, yeah you know we fucking Gucci
Diamonds they so fake, bitch you playin’, you so Fucci
They don’t know your name, they be sayin’, like who’s he
30 on my side, bitch I keep a fucking uzi
G’s on my belt, yeah you know we fucking Gucci
Diamonds they so fake, bitch you playin’, you so Fucci
They don’t know your name, they be sayin’, like who’s he
30 on my side, bitch I keep a fucking uzi

[Verse 1]
Bitch stop playing get the fuck up out my face
Diamonds they so fake
Ballin’ like I’m drake
Chains like the migos
I got ice around my neck
Broke my wrist It so wet
Diamond faucet, it gon drip
Bitch i made it on my own
Now these bitches hit my phone
Saying “i’m home alone”
Bitch can you hear the tone
I’ve been rappin since a baby
On this grind on the daily
I’ve swervin up mercedes
I’ve been swerving on the daily
Yeah they hatin on my trap
Makin’ all this cash
Uzi, it gon blast
Whip it like the flash
Yeah you fucking fucci
Nah, we ain't gucci
Fucci, fucci, fucci
Nah, we ain't gucci

[Hook]
G’s on my belt, yeah you know we fucking Gucci
Diamonds they so fake, bitch you playin’, you so Fucci
They don’t know your name, they be sayin’, like who’s he
30 on my side, bitch I keep a fucking uzi
G’s on my belt, yeah you know we fucking Gucci
Diamonds they so fake, bitch you playin’, you so Fucci
They don’t know your name, they be sayin’, like who’s he
30 on my side, bitch I keep a fucking uzi

[Lil Chaos: Verse 2]
Bitch My Daimond icy like a freezer
3 door garage with a beamer
And you know that shits a 2 seater
N***as want to ride cuz im the leader
Damn that shawty thick just like my teacher
Going down town just to meet her
N***a talk shit ima beat em
All ya rappin n***as are my seed uh
I just feed these bitches like a breed Um
Bitch you are my seed ima feed yuh
Man i blew up but that’s not luck
Chaos slappin n***as, No fucks
N***a want the fade acting tough
Chaos he fucking chase them buck
Bentley in the ‘rage its a truck
Yo bitch she asking to fucking suck
You could catch me up north in a jag
But I’m gonna be in bag
Yo bitch itty bitty titty sag
30 bullets in a mag
Gucci Louis Fendi, cop a bag
N***a got no money, that shit sad
Go get some money and don’t get mad
I just fucked your bitch she was bad

[Hook]
G’s on my belt, yeah you know we fucking Gucci
Diamonds they so fake, bitch you playin’, you so Fucci
They don’t know your name, they be sayin’, like who’s he
30 on my side, bitch I keep a fucking uzi
G’s on my belt, yeah you know we fucking Gucci
Diamonds they so fake, bitch you playin’, you so Fucci
They don’t know your name, they be sayin’, like who’s he
30 on my side, bitch I keep a fucking uzi