Huh, It's Gucci

Ooh

Huh, Wop, whah

Lil Pump

Brr, yeah, blah, oh, blow

M-M-M-Murda

Murda on the beat with the murder man

Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand

Steppin' on his dope like a step dad

Too turnt up, can't help that

Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax

Watch so dumb it got kept back

Bitch so thick, she can't help that

'Cause she living out the jet, got jet-lag

Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that

And her brain so dumb we got kept back

Just flew in designer to the bookbag

Tell her needed something real good to look at

Booty so big it got kept back

Pull up in the don, let the roof back

Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that

Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending

Got a lot of ice on my neck man

Damn man, hundred bands hangin' on my backpack

Wrist so cold need a ice pack

Put four hundred bands in the mic stand

Woke up in the morning, bought a Maybach

Ooh, I'ma go do what I want to do

Got your baby mama, nigga tokin' out the sunroof

Damn boo, I'ma keep it real, I don't fuck with you

'Cause you got an attitude

You cashed out on a Bentley Coupe (woo)

I'ma go and fuck your bitch tomor-row

Gucci loafers on when I walk, dough

Lil Pump smash your main ho (wow)

And she gon' do what I say so

I'ma show you how I live life, ooh

Made two mil in one night

Whole body covered in ice

Pourin' up fours in my Tropical Sprite

Murda on the beat with the murder man

Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand

Steppin' on his dope like a step dad

Too turnt up, can't help that

Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax

Watch so dumb it got kept back

Bitch so thick, she can't help that

'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag

Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that

And her brain so dumb we got kept back

Just flew in designer to the bookbag

Tell her needed something real good to look at

Booty so big it got kept back

Pull up in the don, let the roof back

Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that

Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending

Nigga keep missin' with the music

Baby you a human jacuzzi

I'ma twist a bitch like a rubix

I might turn my book into a movie (Gucci)

I'ma put a bitch in a movie, porno

Rockstar couple, Cher, Bono

Rock star my life, Muliano

Pull up, ten bricks of that Nelly Furtado

El Gato's down in The Hamptons

My bitch with blue hair, Marge Simpson

Pull up with the driver in a Phantom

Pinky ring sick, it got cancer

I was just sellin' dope on camera

Now I got my own shoe like the Answer

Might pull up throw some money on a dancer

Had to tip my earrings 'cause they dancin'

Murda on the beat with the murder man

Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand

Steppin' on his dope like a step dad

Too turnt up, can't help that

Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax

Watch so dumb it got kept back

Bitch so thick, she can't help that

'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag

Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that

And her brain so dumb we got kept back

Just flew in designer to the bookbag

Tell her needed something real good to look at

Booty so big it got kept back

Pull up in the don, let the roof back

Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that

Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending