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My pockets on swoll' my rims all grown
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I don't really care
Cause I ride on 'em I style on 'em
Yea I lean on 'em yea I flash on 'em
Yea I know that's the way you like it huh?
Yea that's the way you love me huh?
It's alive its alive rounds kill the eyes
I had to bring the bitch back like Frankenstein
I push weight but Gucci don't exercise
I get extra from whipping up extra pies
I'm in a hood like the mayor 'round election time
Here's a suggestion don't park your car next to mine
I'm a star when the light hit I'm supposed to shine
Your flow is garbage they let me out just in time
They got a section but none of the hoes are fine
They need to exit don't let the grind past you by
I run laps round lames with my shoes untied
I jump the line walk in and watch the crowd divide
Still stuck outside its the ugly side
Look Medusa in the eye and Medusa died
This top secret shit classified
Don't blame me swizz was the mastermind
Cant breath cant breath tone tony brush the time
I keep my chain moon walking Michael Jackson time
I keep on buying ice like I lost my mind
This little light of mine is supposed to shine
My pockets on swoll' my rims all grown
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I don't really care
Cause I ride on 'em I style on 'em
Yea I lean on 'em yea I flash on 'em
Yea I know that's the way you like it huh?
Yea that's the way you love me huh?
Hurry up hurry up Gucci on the news
They said he walked out the chair rocking stupid jewels
They tried to find what it do they made that Jew confused
Too much cash on my hundred falling out my troops
A yellow wrist bright as piss bitch I'm the shit
Big Gucci called swizz lets make a hit
Two things in this world I ain't never seen
Are you a foreigner nigga I need to help to get me mean?
I hope you suffocate me totally baby let me breath
Cause I don't chase nothing but paper bitches chasing me
Excuse my french I'm Gucci I'm so fucking gutter
It don't make no sense to switch for none of these motherfuckers
My pockets on swoll' my rims all grown
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I don't really care
Cause I ride on 'em I style on 'em
Yea I lean on 'em yea I flash on 'em
Yea I know that's the way you like it huh?
Yea that's the way you love me huh?
So not to say my life is it
I said no doc my wife is it
Now I'm back back going like I never never left
Plus the boy right here I'm fresh to death (whoo)
Chris Jones on my feet see I can't fall from Suzuki jeeps
Now I'm jumping off decks
The word about the haters they can be upset and
The black card in my back pocket
The corner sig' is looking like a speeding rocket
Yeah I'm zooming on a highway
And you should love me I did it my way
My pockets on swoll' my rims all grown
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I don't really care
Cause I ride on 'em I style on 'em
Yea I lean on 'em yea I flash on 'em
Yea I know that's the way you like it huh?
Yea that's the way you love me huh?
