[Intro]
Huh, Ziggy (Ziggy)
Zay, Gucci
Zaytoven

[Verse 1]
I'm the definition of a rich trap n***a
Ex-Con, drug don, certified killa
Young n***a trapping for them new Lebrons n***a
I was trafficking and passing bricks like I'm Lebron n***a
Steph Curry pound of kush under my armor n***a
Arm and hammer Gucci cook it right in front of n***as
Everybody bosses really they just runners n***a
On YSL designer down I drip like gunna n***a
Have you been so broke you had to serve a pregnant lady
Feeding crack rock to a baby and you really just a baby
The shit I seen in Sun Valley drive a n***a crazy
I drunk so many pints I damn near drove my mama crazy

[Interlude]
This shit crazy
I'm crazy
Life crazy
They say my wife crazy
I'm marrying a killer
This ain't rock bottom
Can't go anywhere but up
It's Gucci, ha
I walk in the bank they say
"Hey, Mr. Davis, how may I assist you?" (Huh?)
It's Gucci, yeah
It's Wizop (Go)
[Verse 2]
I act like I forgot but I was once a mental patient
Sittin' still in a cell while my career deteriorated
Now everyday I wake up I feel invigorated
Got Rihanna on IG talking about Gucci's transformation
Minor setback for a major compilation
Meant to say comeback but I might drop a compilation
Sometimes I post a pic just so I can block all the haters
A lot of n***as sending threats I don't know what the wait is
They actin' like they tough but don't want no confrontation
These sucka's ain't even man enough to say congratulations
2018 20 year my high school graduation
I might go in my bag and send them on a paid vacation
You never sold a brick I understand the fascination
You think he a D boy but really he's a scammer baby
I'm from East Atlanta by way of Alabama baby
Took so many bricks to 'bama my pic should be laminated

[Outro]
I know my aunt looking down on me like
"I'm glad you made it"
I know my uncle looking down on me like
"I'm glad you made it"
I know Slim Dunk', Bankroll, Shawty Lo, Lonnie, East Atlanta Beasley, looking down on me like
"I'm glad you made it"