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Hah, it's Gucci

It's Drop Top (skrrt)

Wizop, hoo (skrrt)

If Young Metro don't

trust you (skrrt, yuh)

I'm gon' shoot you (go, ayy)

You get the bag and fumble it

I get the bag and flip

it and tumble it (yeah)

Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash)

And the car came with

a blunt in it (yeah)

Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)

And she gon' f k up a bag (yeah)

Pull up to the spot,

livin' too fast (yeah)

Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)

In Italy, got two foreign hoes,

they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)

Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)

But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)

Be real with me (keep it 100, whoa)

Just be real with me (ayy)

Eat it up like it's a

feast (whoa, eat it up)

They say the dope on fleek (yep)

Percocet pill on me (Percocet)

Ice on my neck, baby,

chill with me (ice)

Them niggas that fle in

the back don't say nothin'

Them niggas will kill for me

Back ends I count 'em asleep, on fleek

100k spent on a Patek

Phillippe (Phillippe)

Bitch, I'm a dog, eat my treat (hrr)

Hop out the frog and leap (leap)

I put them bricks in the fender

My bitch, she walk around like

she Kris Jenner (Kris Jenner)

I used to break and then enter

Then Takeoff run 'em like

the game of temple (whew)

It's simple, I play with the mental

Momma said she saw me

on Jimmy Kimmel (mama)

Canada, 'cause I'm a money symbol

Walkin' with the racks, I'm

lookin' crippled (money)

F k on that b h then

I tip her (tip her)

A nickel for me to

take pictures (nickel)

Not from L.A. but I clip her (brr)

Double my cup, pour a triple (Actavis)

Fo on my body, no Vivica (fo on my...)

I'm not your average or

typical (I'm not your...)

Look at my wrist, and it's

critical (look at the...)

Hold it up, droppin' the

temperature (droppin' the...)

I get that bag on the regular (bag)

I got a bag on my cellular (brr)

Backin' up, baggin' up vegetables (bag)

Baggin' up cookies,

it's medical (cookies)

Cocaine, codeine, et cetera (white)

Cocaine and lean, it's federal (white)

I take off, landin' on Nebula

As of now 20 M's on

my schedule (Takeoff)

You get the bag and fumble it

I get the bag and flip

it and tumble it (yeah)

Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash)

And the car came with

a blunt in it (yeah)

Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)

And she gon' f k up a bag (yeah)

Pull up to the spot,

livin' too fast (yeah)

Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)

In Italy, got two foreign hoes,

they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)

Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)

But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)

Be real with me (keep it 100, whoa)

Just be real with me (it's Gucci, ayy)

Eat it up like it's a feast

(hah, whoa, eat it up)

They say the dope on fleek (yep)

I know that you niggas

gettin' sick of me (eww ah)

These chains on my neck

cost a mil' a piece (umm)

I won't even like to freestyle for free

I put in the key and I

ride the beat ( whirr )

I won't even come out the house for free

I pay a n a to drive for me (huh?)

JAY Z couldn't even co sign for me

I do what I want, 'cause

I'm signed to me (damn)

I get the, I get the, I get the bag

They get the bag, had

to cut it in half (Wop)

Stop the comparin',

y'all makin' me laugh

Need the rehab, I'm

addicted to cash (Gucci)

Convertible Wop, convertible top

My dope got a vertical, look at it hop

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and

it jump out the pot (pot)

Came out of jail and

went straight to the top

Take it easy, baby, middle of

summer, I'm freezin', baby (burr)

Don't leave me, baby

Just drop to your knees and

please me, baby (don't...)

I'm fascinated, two bitches so

fine that I masturbated (hah)

Congratulations, she brain me

so good that I graduated (wow)

They had to hate it

I don't f k with them niggas,

they plastic, baby (heh)

I trap a baby, I rap but

own all my masters, baby

It's tragic, baby, I pull up and

f k up the traffic, baby (hah)

I'm savage, baby

I'm killin' these niggas,

closed casket, baby (ayy, Wop)

You get the bag and fumble it

I get the bag and flip

it and tumble it (yeah)

Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash)

And the car came with

a blunt in it (yeah)

Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)

And she gon' f k up a bag (yeah)

Pull up to the spot,

livin' too fast (yeah)

Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)

In Italy, got two foreign hoes,

they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)

Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)

But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)

Be real with me (keep it 100, whoa)

Just be real with me (ayy)

Eat it up like it's a

feast (whoa, eat it up)

They say the dope on fleek (yep)

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