[Produced By: Boi-1da & OB O'Brien]

[Intro: Gucci Flipflops]
Gucci!
Flipflop!

[Hook 1: Gucci Flipflops]
I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
Every time I see 'em, something wrong with they memory
They tryna take it away from the gucci. from a Gucci
Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your Gucci

[Verse 1: Gucci Flipflops]
Got a couple people online tryna throw dirt on me
While I'm sippin' dirty sprite and just don't give a fuck
Cause I know they ain't got words on me
Here a couple people talkin' trash
Tryna figure out if I should respond to you
Now I remember the only people I give a fuck about is the people I respond to
So I'mma lay down like their nonexistent career
Yeah, I'mma start talkin' 'bout the women that got in some tears
Cause my dick too big and I can't handle it
And my dick too big and they can't handle it
Kissing bald heads is good luck, so I put my dick on her lip
Guch take shots, burn out, and then I get reloaded
Yeah, your girl Hermione and she grab my wand
She love it when I hocus pocus

[Hook 2: Gucci Flipflops]
Yeah, I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
I got a lotta people tryna drain me of this energy
They tryna the wave from a Gucci
Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your Gucci

[Verse 2: Emperor Aguila]
(L'eggo)
I got energy, I gotta lotta energy
Sly thots befriending me, my thoughts render the
Simile industry like a striker in the inner streets
Finna ralley an alley, turning turkies into dinner meat
I go HAM, my hoe pole dance, yours? No thanks
Giving gashes, fishing for flashes of fire works
On the Fourth of July, a liar twerks awry
Imma worth a try, toasting, roasting, the guy
I'm eatin', yeah boy, I'm eatin'
Sleeping sirens keeping under a thick rock, dreaming
Iron, shrieking thunder, the big cock feeding, peeping
Tom Carrol, I'm heralded, coughin' up ya creaking coffin
Mothafucka, snap like a Center under pressure
Psycho charity case, have ya quarter back, record a rap
Parody Ma$e, inherently face the fact that
I call the shots, eye ball a lot, smoothly to be exact
Emp

[Hook 2: Gucci Flipflops]
I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
I got a lotta people tryna drain me of my energy
They tryna the wave from a Gucci
Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your Gucci, man