[Intro: Lil Pump]
Yuh, ooh, brr, brr
Gucci gang, ooh
(That's it right there, Gnealz)
Yuh, Lil Pump, yuh
Gucci gang, ooh
(Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat)
Yuh, brr
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (Brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (Ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (Brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Flocka!
My chain cost more than your house
Put the tour gauge all in your mouth
Ball main is everything when I'm out
She begging me to put it in her mouth
None of this shit be new to me
Five hundred bands on jewelry
Be the same baller for who you be
Fuck around reading off your eulogy
Bitch your breath smell like cigarettes
She giving good brain call it intellect
And I got work in the projects
I can get you killed in the projects
Gucci gang Fendi gang Rolex
Make the work stretch like boflex
Been had your wife want your ho next
Whip a four to a nine make the work stretch
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (Brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (Ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (Brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
[Verse 2: Dave East]
Yeah
Let a shot go while the bass bump
Getting head pulling on her lace front
I was in a cell almost 8 months (facts)
You ain't jack boy, you ain't take nothing (nothin)
Moncler on me when it's cold out
If me and (?) out, then the hoes out
Diamonds in the crib brought the gold out
He ain't got a strip, brought the pole out (pole)
Paranoia 2 on the way though
I remember we ain't had no cable
I was in the trap, me and Drayno
Headshot, your dad had a halo
Me and Fab freshest in New York
I ain't really gotta talk, n***a move when I say so (move)
Walk up in Lex with my .40
I know they gonna be on me if I try to hide this Draco
I heard the book was good but the movie ain’t
We rollin’ on this side, don't care who you bang
You the same, you the same, you the same
The homies on the block tell me you the same
Me homie he a awk, he don’t do the gangs
My other homie squad, all he do is bang
Wifey get a spot, but a groupie can't
Got the key to streets they think they hearing Lucy saying
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (Brr, yuh)
I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring (Ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (Brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
[Verse 3: YBN Nahmir]
Bitch, I’m never lackin', I keep running yo head
That choppa bullet is gonna knock off yo leg
You run up on me, then i'm leaving you dead
I leave you dead, if you talk to the feds
Gotta watch yo back, cause these n***as be snakes
The money come, then these n***a turn fake
You play with me, they find you dead in the lake
Not like the wire, find you dead in the grave
I got a TEC-9, it came from Bagdad, so they gon' flag that
Uzi from San Francisco, my homie pass that
This Glock turn you to a zombie, it give you whiplash
Speedin' off in the Hemi, that make he crash that
I'm tatted up, watch me fuck on your bitch
I could fuck her even if you was rich
But if you rich, then I'm takin' yo shit
Say you the plug, then I takin' yo brick
Say on my life, I ain't running from shit
You think it's static till yo bro meet the clip
Little n***a talking, 30 shots at his lip
We catch him loafing, 30 shots at his whip
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (Brr, yuh)
I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring (Ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (Brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang
Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang
Your bitch fucked 'til the Uber came
My clique love sipping Houston drank
Yeah, that's purple, magenta, and fuchsia, man (yah)
My bitch love watching Boomerang (yah)
My kids love watching Stranger Things
It's guerilla warfare, y'all orangutans (ooh)
She gon' hit the cocaine like a hurricane (yah)
It gon' make her do a whole lot of other things (yah)
It gon' make her takeoff then jump off of the plane
Make her race racecars in the lovin' lane, pyong!
Make her drop the top in the summer rain
Make her pussy come again, tell these pussies "Come again"
Fuck her hard fuck her soft, she want love and pain
She gon' have to walk it off or do the running man (pyong!)
N***a, fuck the game, fuck the game, fuck the game
What they think it's wonderland? Think it's fun and games (nah)
These funny ass n***as think they Martin Payne
Try to walk it like you talk it, never walk again (ayy!)
Hundred thousand flat in a rubber band
But I could get you whacked for some pocket change (brrp)
And my n***as snap like the paparazzi gang (brrat)
And you know they say a picture say a thousand things
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (Brr, yuh)
I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring (Ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (Brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
[Verse 5: Joyner Lucas]
Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Prada, Dolce (Dolce)
Back when I was broke and no one know me (woah)
I couldn't afford it and now that I got the money
I don't even want this shit 'cause it ain't for me (Joyner)
I always been myself, you don't know me (woah)
Yeah I was so depressed, I was lonely
The man on the horse, all I had was Ralph Lauren
Then I went and signed a deal and bought a pony (woah)
Yeah I'm taking it back and then I'm smacking you bitches and laughing
And I'm killing them, hacking them, and sending your body right back to them
You wonder what's happening
I'm flipping new syllables, acronyms
I guess I'ma practice it
You fuckers are fucking embarrassing (pow pow)
You ain't gonna be happy when I'm on top and I'm gonna be popping
All of you gonna be dropping like birds dropping all on your conscious
All you n***as watchin I'm spittin', slap all on your coffin, R.I.P
You lost and you fuckas sleepin' you're pillow talkin' (pow pow pow pow)
And you dream all day, that's per year (per year)
All you hoe n***as leave your purse here (purse here)
I am your favorite rapper's worst fear (why?)
Raised in the mud crying, dirt tears (woah)
Just a bunch of kids in the high chair
Couldn't get a buzz even if you had lightyear
Wouldn't get no love even if your heart's right here
N***as got guns so nobody want to fight fair, no
Hit 'em with the Ric Flair and the suplex
I ain't never been scared, bitch, I'm ruthless (woo)
Raised by the ghetto
Know some gangs that'll get 'em
Split 'em right down the middle like a fuckin' duplex
Break a n***a toes, make 'em do the two-step
Crib full of hoes, now I feel like Hugh Hef
Got a bad stripper bitch, all we do is have sex
And she love suckin' dick so I call her loose neck (woah)
[Chorus]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang) Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Yuh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (Brr)
I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring (Huh?)
Rather go and buy Balmains (Yuh)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (Huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (Brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (Yuh)
I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (Nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (Huh?)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
