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King Los

"Gucci Gang (43 Minute Mega Mix)"

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Yuh, ooh, brr, brr
Gucci gang, ooh
(That's it right there, Gnealz)
Yuh, Lil Pump, yuh
Gucci gang, ooh
(Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat)
Yuh, brr

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
My lean cost more than your rent, ooh (it do)
Your momma still live in a tent, yuh (brr)
Still slangin' dope in the 'jects, huh? (yeah)
Me and my grandma take meds, ooh (huh?)
None of this sh*t be new to me (nope)
f*ckin' my teacher, call it tutory (yuh)
Bought some red bottoms, cost hella Gs (huh?)
f*ck your airline, f*ck your company (f*ck it!)
b*tch, your breath smell like some cigarettes (cigarettes)
I'd rather f*ck a b*tch from the projects (yuh)
They kicked me out the plane off a percocet (brr)
Now Lil Pump flyin' private jet (yuh)
Everybody scream, "f*ck WestJet" (f*ck 'em)
Lil Pump still sell that meth (yuh)
Hunnid on my wrist, sippin' on Tech (brr)
f*ck a lil b*tch, make her pus*y wet (what?)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Lean made me swerve in the cruising lane
Your money funny like Pootie Tang
Had to leave Cash Money, had to do my thing
New password, new username
My new teams loves having newer things
One phone call and my jeweler came
I bought you and you and you and you and you a chain
Daddy got bust at the gun range
My drugs cost more than your mortgage
The hoes gon' throw 'em out regardless
I'ma throw the hoes another party
n*gga, I ain't got hoes, I got an audience, damn
Every week fashion week, runway
Fly the b*tch overseas, one way
The b*tch come around here and go both ways
Made her eat so much pus*y, need a lunch break, damn
She ain't even hable inglés
Got the booty with the thighs and a shrunk waist
And right between her thighs is an entreé
And she know I'ma need more than one plate, yeah
And I look up in the sky through my sun shades
Lookin' in the eyes of a sun ray
I ask it "Can I shine," it say "All day"
Made the sign of cross over the heart ray, Amen
Boom bang, red beam, blue flame
Tunechi got clique like Hussain
Stick that kick like Liu Kang
My b*tch got tits and two chains
Damn, I'm tied to the track of a money train
You blind to the fact, that's a f*cking shame
I still come bread with the butter stain
Got the world on my back, you got puppet strings, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang
Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Your b*tch f*cked 'til the Uber came
My clique love sipping Houston drank
Yeah, that's purple, magenta, and fuchsia, man
My b*tch love watching Boomerang
My kids love watching Stranger Things
It's gorilla warfare, y'all orangutans
She gon' hit the cocaine like a hurricane
It gon' make her do a whole lot of other things
It gon' make her takeoff then jump off of the plane
Make her race racecars in the lovin' lane, pew
Make her drop the top in the summer rain
Make her pus*y come again, tell these pus*y "Come again"
f*ck her hard f*ck her soft, she want love and pain
She gon' have to walk it off or do the running mane
n*gga, f*ck the game, f*ck the game, f*ck the game
What they think it's wonderland? Think it's fun and games
These funny ass n*ggas think they Martin Payne
Try to walk it like you talk it, never walk again
Hundred thousand flat in a rubber band
But I could get you whacked for some pocket change
And my n*ggas snap like the paparazzi gang
And you know they say a picture say a thousand things
She wanna be with me and feel alive again
She wanna join a gang but she gotta train
I never knew her name, still forgot her name
Thots shall never ever thot again
I flew her to Columbia, her body changed
She came back home with the model frame
Now all the hoes wanna know her doctor name
All these hoes looking for a power change, brr
Damn, who that is? Him? Not again
He don't get the picture 'til it's out the frame
n*gga washed up like a box of Gain
He don't get the scripture 'til the choir sang
Amen, Tunechi mane, Tunechi mane, mullah gang
Live life, Superman running through the veins
Street smart, n*gga, I could be a tutor mane
My shooters aim at your motherf*cking pupil, mane, bang
Don't talk stupid, it's your block, we gon' be loopin', mane
My gang stay away from the trooper gang
Spit flame like my name King Koopa, mane
But if the pus*y sweet, you can call me Sugar Shane

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang
Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Your b*tch out of my groupie gang
Can't blame her, its you to blame
Eat xan bars like Nutrigain
Coochi better smell like sushi mane
Another pain pill, that'll sooth the pain
Tunechi mane, Tunchi mane, mullah gang
Groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang, groupie gang
Your b*tch out of my groupie gang
Your b*tch f*cked 'til the Uber came
My b*tch love to do hookah mane
My black barbies got booty fame
My white barbies got Hooters fame
I'm a eye doctor that you should blame
When she tell you she don't wanna see you again
The lean made me swerve in the crusing lane
Your money funny like Pootie Tang
Had to leave Cash Money, had to do my thing
New password, new username, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Thots shall never ever thot again
Thots shall never ever thot again
Thots shall never ever thot again
Thots shall never ever thot again

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
They ain't stop making guns when they made yours
All ya n*ggas do is type on them keyboards
We’ll slide and knock you out with them big toys
All my n*ggas straight jumping, f*cking kill Roy
We ain't really with the talking, we gon let em have it
AK-47 and it's automatic
Talk tough lil b*tch, watch ya get the clapping
Make a n*gga disappear like it was some magic
They ain't stop making guns when they made yours
All ya n*ggas do is type on them keyboards
We’ll slide and knock you out with them big toys
All my n*ggas straight jumping, f*cking kill Roy
We ain't really with the talking, we gon let em have
AK-47 and it's automatic
Talk tough lil b*tch, watch ya get the clapping
Make a n*gga disappear like it was some magic

[Verse 5: YBN Nahmir]
b*tch, I'm never lackin', I keep running yo head
That choppa bullet is gonna knock off yo leg
You run up on me, then i'm leaving you dead
I leave you dead, if you talk to the feds
Gotta watch yo back, cause these n*ggas be snakes
The money come, then these n*gga turn fake
You play with me, they find you dead in the lake
Not like the wire, find you dead in the grave
I got a TEC-9, it came from Bagdad, so they gonna flag that
Uzi from San Francisco, my homie pass that
This Glock turn you to a zombie, it give you whiplash
Speedin' off in the hammy, that make he crash that
I'm tatted up, watch me f*ck on your b*tch
I could f*ck her even if you was rich
But if you rich, then I'm takin' yo sh*t
Say you the plug, then I takin' yo brick
Say yo' my life, I ain't running from sh*t
You think it's static till yo bro meet the clip
Little n*gga talking, 30 shots at his lip
We catch him loafing, 30 shots at his whip

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
They ain't stop making guns when they made yours
All ya n*ggas do is type on them keyboards
We’ll slide and knock you out with them big toys
All my n*ggas straight jumping, f*cking kill Roy
We ain't really with the talking, we gon let em have it
AK-47 and it's automatic
Talk tough lil b*tch, watch ya get the clapping
Make a n*gga disappear like it was some magic
They ain't stop making guns when they made yours
All ya n*ggas do is type on them keyboards
We’ll slide and knock you out with them big toys
All my n*ggas straight jumping, f*cking kill Roy
We ain't really with the talking, we gon let em have it
AK-47 and it's automatic
Talk tough lil b*tch, watch ya get the clapping
Make a n*gga disappear like it was some magic

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Chorus: Dave East]
You the same
You the same
You the same
Project b*tches tell me you the same
Brand new wrist with a newer chain
Running through Atlanta like I'm Gucci Mane
Red beam really helped the Ruger aim
f*ck the neighbors I don't care who complain
Double G to the socks, real Gucci Gang
Faded, hard to understand me like I'm pooty tang yeah

[Verse 6: Dave East]
Let a shot go while the bass bump
Getting head pulling on her lace front
I was in a cell almost 8 months (facts)
You ain't jack boy, you ain't take nothing (nothin)
Moncler on me when it's cold out
If me and (?) out, then the hoes out
Diamonds in the crib brought the gold out
He ain't got a strip, brought the pole out (pole)
Paranoia 2 on the way though
I remember we ain't had no cable
I was in the trap, me and Drayno
Headshot, your dad had a halo
Me and Fab freshest in New York
I ain't really gotta talk, n*gga move when I say so (move)
Walk up in Lex with my .40
I know they gonna be on me if I try to hide this Draco
I heard the book was good but the movie ain't
We rollin' on this side, don't care who you bang
You the same, You the same, You the same
The homies on the block tell me you the same
Me homie he a awk, he don't do the gangs
My other homie squad, all he do is bang
Wifey get a spot, but a groupie can't
Got the key to streets they think they hearing Lucy saying
Taliban, Taliban, Taliban
Your main b*tch tell you she ain't have a man
I'll rob you in the trap, I ain't have a gram
Wasn't thinking about no rap, I ain't have a plan
They wonderin' what b*tch I'mma get next (next)
Hardest in my town since Dipset (Harlem)
Jumpin' in the crowd, get your b*tch wet
I ain't f*cking with the fam, that's incest
Plug sent the weight, I'mma benchpress
Patek like I cleaned it in Windex
I already f*cked you, hit ya friend next
10k to walk through, I probably spent that
I just wanna know where the Benz at
I just wanna know where my Crips at
You would never find out where the kid at
Gelato got me stuck, where my spliff at?
You would never find out where the strap at
My b*tch got pills in her backpack (xannies)
In Butch crib where we trapped at
Pieces on me in the booth, that's crack rap (pieces)
We was in the buildin with the new heat
New plug, old plug, took two weeks (too long)
Nowadays I rap like Kool G, walk in the club with a mac in my Gucci
The cops follow us like terrorists
I ain't have sh*t it was embarrassing
Gucci dropped new shoes need a pair of them
Put 'em on one time, never wear again
Beat it up twice then I fall back
Eat it all night, no call back
Smack him with the gun, he won't talk back
Smack him with the gun, he won't talk back
Beat it up twice then I fall back
Eat it all night, no call back
Smack him with the gun, he won't talk back
Smack him with the gun, he won't talk back

[Chorus: Dave East]
You the same
You the same
You the same
Project b*tches tell me you the same
All my real n*ggas tell me you the same
Project b*tches tell me you the same
All my real n*ggas tell me you the same
Project b*tches tell me you the same
All my real n*ggas tell me you the same
Yeah I got money but you the same
He ain't got the money but you the same

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Louis gang Prada Gang Fendi gang Nudie gang
Dirt gang, Gucci gang Gucci gang
Spent a hundred racks on new chain
New rolly on that's loose change
I beat it up like Lui Kang
I wear ice style wedding ring
Shoe game fresh with the ball main
Gucci gang Gucci gang Gucci gang
Louis gang Prada Gang Fendi gang Nudie gang
Dirt gang, Gucci gang Gucci gang
Spent a hundred racks on new chain
New rolly on that's loose change
I beat it up like Liu Kang
I wear ice style wedding ring
Shoe game fresh with the ball main
Gucci gang Gucci gang Gucci gang

[Verse 7: Waka Flocka Flame]
My chain cost more than your house
Put the tour gauge all in your mouth
Ball main is everything when I'm out
She begging me to put it in her mouth
None of this sh*t be new to me
Five hundred bands on jewelry
[?]
f*ck around reading off your eulogy
b*tch your breath smell like cigarettes
She giving good brain call it intellect
And I got work in the projects
I can get you killed in the projects
Gucci gang Fendi gang Rolex
Make the work stretch like boflex
Been had your wife want your ho next
[?]
Fendi gang gotta keep a bag on me
[?]
di*k so good she gonna brag on it
She wanna take a pic and get a tag on it
None of these n*ggas be cool to me
Actin ass n*ggas you a movie screen
A lot of dead bodies when an Uzi scream
Infrared beam on everything
Big dog hommie been bossed up
She jumpin off getting tossed up
Gucci gang Flocka Flame Lil Pump
2018 I'm gonna I'm turn it up
Everbody with me dripped out
Percocet d'usse piffed out
Everbody with me got a big house
I put the di*k in your b*tch mouth

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Chorus: Merkules]
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang,Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang

[Verse 8: Merkules]
I'ma hang a rapper by his shoestrings
Put him in the freezer
Tie his feet up with his durag
You against me, it's like Wu Tang to 2 Chainz
Lupe to Snoop Drake
Cool J to Juice Mane
It's too late, I show up but you stay like you pay it
You too fake, I shoot back and knock out your toupee
I don't even like you and these rappers
So If I've seen them in the club I bet I'll shoot at them faster
Just to get up on my level I bet you need a ladder
Give me that beat and watch me go like them dudes in Atlanta
I ain't like this trap rapper always chewing up Xanax
In the booth and I'm rappin' drunk with a 2'6 of cappers
I do this I'm savage, you dudes hula hoopin' in sandals
When I'm hammered inside the Subaru
Uh, I'm losin' my balance
I got friends across the world
From Vancouver to Kansas
And you couldn't hack it up, I'll put your whole crew in the caskets
I do it effortless, I solve a Rubik's Cube while I'm at it
Blindfolded with a .22 shooting at randoms
I'm not joking, I'm heartbroken, I can't kill 'em all
I write a verse in 30 seconds and start having withdrawals
I got these backpackers mad that they can't be this raw
You got charged when you stole a KitKat from the mall
Give me a break
I feel like I'm gonna snap if they'll let me
I've been through hell so long
It's like I can't go to heaven
But I'm the teacher and you students
So get back at detention
And do your homework
I'mma have to actually dead you
I gotta chill the f*ck out, maybe breathe for a second
They take a look at me like how is he not a freshman
Maybe it's 'cause I know how speak up a full sentence
When I was 13 I got a lethal injection
I'm on one, on two, three and four
You all suck, f*ck you
You want beef, it's war
You mad, too bad
See me on tour
I heard that they want mine
Well, I tell 'em we want yours, Yeah
I ain't even high and I'm an animal
You are not a rapper, you too high off of Adderall
Your braids too tight, so your mind's not compatible
I don't drink lean, I do fine with my alcohol
A hundred is the only I keep it stupid
I got bored, I ain't even really need to do this
f*ck a remix, soon you can peep my new sh*t
Stompdown Killaz is the team and movement
Lil Pump, get your money, I ain't even mad
But if you get this taken down, I'mma beat your ass
Motherf*cker, you should know by now
How do you get away with that
b*tch, I go all out
It's Big Merk

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang
'Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs (woo)
I don't really f*ck with no brand names (woah)
Joyner 'bout to go on a rampage (ooh)
They don't wanna see me let the chopper bang, yeah
Get this b*tch jumping like Shabba Ranks, ooh
What's a Lil Pump to a rocket flame, yeah
Turn your pink dreads into pocket chains (woo)

[Verse 9: Joyner Lucas]
All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout sh*t except doin' drugs
Wonder how you got a name (damn)
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, f*ck
Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (woo)
Hope you n*ggas suffer til you pop a vein, yeah
This sh*t made your mother wanna ovulate, yeah
This sh*t make conductors wanna stop a train
Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Prada, Dolce (Dolce)
Back when I was broke and no one know me (woah)
I couldn't afford it and now that I got the money
I don't even want this sh*t 'cause it ain't for me (Joyner)
I always been myself, you don't know me (woah)
Yeah I was so depressed, I was lonely
The man on the horse, all I had was Ralph Lauren
Then I went and signed a deal and bought a pony (woah)
Yeah I'm taking it back and then I'm smacking you b*tches and laughing
And I'm killing them, hacking them, and sending your body right back to them
You wonder what's happening
I'm flipping new syllables, acronyms
I guess I'ma practice it
You f*ckers are f*cking embarrassing (pow pow)
You ain't gonna be happy when I'm on top and I'm gonna be popping
All of you gonna be dropping like birds dropping on your all on your conscious
All you n*ggas watchin I'm spittin', slap all on your coffin, R.I.P
You lost and you f*ckas sleepin' you're pillow talkin' (pow pow pow pow)
And you dream all day, that's per year (per year)
All you hoe n*ggas leave your purse here (purse here)
I am your favorite rapper's worst fear (why?)
Raised in the mud crying, dirt tears (woah)
Just a bunch of kids in the high chair
Couldn't get a buzz even if you had lightyear
Wouldn't get no love even if your heart's right here
n*ggas got guns so nobody want to fight fair, no
Hit 'em with the Ric Flair and the suplex
I ain't never been scared, b*tch, I'm ruthless (woo)
Raised by the ghetto
Know some gangs that'll get 'em
Split 'em right down the middle like a f*ckin' duplex
Break a n*gga toes, make 'em do the two-step
Crib full of hoes, now I feel like Hugh Hef
Got a bad stripper b*tch, all we do is have sex
And she love suckin' di*k so I call her loose neck (woah)
Makin' a panic with my sh*t and I'm flippin' up banisters
I'm ready to handle and dismantle and crush and vanish
I hit 'em and send 'em into walls, then I got' em enchanted
Then my f*ckin hands that holdin the hammer bangin' and slammin'
Killin' 'em in the ambulance, they dyin', they bleedin', they tremblin'
I'm really sick and I got a stiff as a f*ckin' mannequin
I paint a picture a Picasso vision, all on my cellophane
I got 'em swingin' they on my di*k and grabbin my balls again
Now, uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco (cinco)
I ain't Spanish but I know the lingo (lingo)
Atlantic told me that my flow a hundred
But my album ain't come unless I got a f*ckin' single
Well I don't give a f*ck about no hit record
I'mma just remix y'all sh*t and get big off it
I'mma just murder every mother f*cking beat while I'm dreaming of gettin' paid in my mother f*ckin' sleep, goddamn

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang
'Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs (woo)
I don't really f*ck with no brand names (woah)
Joyner 'bout to go on a rampage (ooh)
They don't wanna see me let the chopper bang, yeah
Get this b*tch jumping like Shabba Ranks, ooh
What's a Lil Pump to a rocket flame, yeah
Turn your pink dreads into pocket chains (woo)

[Verse 10: Joyner Lucas]
Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada gang (yeah)
All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout sh*t except doin' drugs
Wonder how you got a name, uh
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, f*ck
Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (bruh)
And all you n*ggas suffer til you pop a vein, uh
Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada gang (woo)
I don't really f*ck with no brand names, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Chorus: King Los]
You the king
You the king
You the king
Nah b*tch I'm the goat we don't move the same
Top 5, top 5, top 5, ugh
Just put me up there with Lil Tunechi name

[Verse 11: King Los]
When you was gucci gang, I was louis gang
Man it's a bunch of sh*t that we don't do the same
No blood, no crip, but I'm cool with gangs
Yeah I maneuver through the sewer with the hooligans
Sucker ain't tuck his chain, boost his chain
Then a n*gga getting stuck up like a boujee dame (whoa)
Do a drive by, with my gucci mane (wop)
Now all your friends dead when the uzi bang (ugh)
I'm only here to flex, and invest in my new wave
I was in the kitchen, finessin' a souffle
I'ma let it cook, while addressin' a few things
The last few years, been a lesson and ooh mane
We don't act the same, think the same, speak the same
Flow the same, glow the same, run the same, see the same
My pineal gland decalcified, you ain't got a ounce of pride
Vegan gang Vegan gang ooh
She want me scoop her up, and get the coochie man
She must think I'm goofy, I never let her hoochie hang
She just want the groupie fame, she just want to suck a n*gga off
And call me boobie, hit the crib to do the coochie thing (ooh)
What can I not say? and I got paid
Play with my bread, I box a n*gga head like Travis Scott braids
I'm too legit to quit, I let the hammer pop ayy
I made her c*m first she on me whine
I beat the pus*y, like it owe me something
Coochie gang, coochie gang, coochie gang
I tell my brother (?) let my pootie gang
She told me I'm better than the other names
I sung a song to it and the coochie came
I told you gucci gang sh*t (?)
She said "don't you dare take my love away and don't text me"

[Chorus: King Los]
You the king
You the king
You the king
Nah b*tch I'm the goat we don't move the same
Top 5, top 5, top 5, ugh
Just put me up there with Lil Tunechi name

[Verse 12: King Los]
I'm offended, I'm authentic, you all rented
Your reality, augmented you lost that
For the cabbage, I face off, and large bets
I'm a savage, I takeoff, I'm offset
But I'm a scholar, not a slave to the mighty dollar
You ain't a conquerer, just a coward I could devour
The mind control is on ayatollahs, and higher powers
Give you a diet of hybrid carrots and cauliflower
Our population is indoctrinated by Eisenhower
If Einstein was a plagiarist, then who got the power
We got the power, well we had the power, pitiful
When history is a mystery, is critical
Uneducated individuals, living in a age where the consciousness is minimal
You ain't even know it
Putting all that sickness in your body every f*cking thanksgiving was a ritual
Keep they mindset, they be spineless
Pineal calcified, got you blinded
Now let yourself be reminded
You ain't looking inside, you won't find it

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Needs transcribing here, I'm pretty sure it's Deen Squad]

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Chorus: Bart Baker]
Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain
Mentally 56K (cha)
Lyrically in 3rd grade (ooh)
Try to act hard but I'm a huge fake (brr, cha)
That's why I point guns at my face (ooh)
I'm the jizz stain of the rap game (brr)
Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain,Poopy brain
Spent 10 racks on my brace face (huh?)
So baked don't know my race (brr) (ooh)
On so much xan I forgot my name (yuh)
This a mop dipped in Kool-Aid (ooh)
I use lean for my toothpaste (ay) (brr)
Poopy brain
Poopy brain
Poopy brain

[Verse 14: Bart Baker]
My music for people who (ooh)
Fail out of lunch at their high school (yuh) (brr)
Got dropped on my head at 2 (huh?)
Still don't know how to tie shoes (nope)
My mop dreads look like Gummy Worms (they do)
That's why my hair be full of birds (cha)
I'm the type of dude who try to drown a fish (ooh)
I wash my hands then I take a sh*t (ooh)
Lil Pump handicapped mentally (I'm dumb)
I think 3 plus 3 equal 33 (I'm dumb)
Addicted to xanny at 17 (I'm dumb)
My rap skills more trash than Tara Reid (yuh)
I'm the type of dude who thinks a wet dream (wet dream)
Is when you fall asleep in a stream (I do)
Soulja Boy Einstein compared to me (I'm dumb, brr)
I look up and down when I cross the street (what?)

[Chorus: Bart Baker]
Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain
I just repeat the same thang (huh?)
All my songs are this lame (cha)
Did you know that I say Gucci Gang (brr)
50 times in this mindless song man? (ooh)
This is how I got my name (brr brr)
Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain, Poopy brain,Poopy brain

[Verse 16: Principal Dimpson]
Hands up Pump you're going away (huh?)
I'm undercover DEA (ooh)
All the kids OD'ed on purple drank (brr)
Drop the weed and lean or I will tase (ooh)
Do you have anything to say? (brr)

[Pre-Chorus: Bart Baker]
Poopy brain
Poopy brain
Poopy brain

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[King Yella's part needs transcribing]

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Bandit Gang Marco's part needs transcribing]

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[August Alsina's part needs transcribing]

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Vybz Kartel's part needs transcribing]

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Vybz Kartel again?]

21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That's it right there, Gnealz
This n*gga talkin' crazy 'bout who, mane?
Shot a pus*y n*gga in his tooth, mane
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
*Lil Pump, Guwop*

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 21: Gucci Mane]
(Lil Pump)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin' me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
f*ck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin' the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight mil' so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it's back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin' out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in the picture, Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a gigolo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain't even know
Walkin' out the Gucci store, 'bout to spend a hundred so
Lil' bitty b*tch, with a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well f*ck it, I'm goin' to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my n*ggas in jail (jail)
Gucci to death, I'm really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin' myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it's Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 22: Bad Bunny]
Serpiente' de cascabele'
Cabrón, no hay nivele'
Gucci, Gucci, tú me has visto en la tele, ah
Ya no son seta', son L, ah
Con este phillie ya van dos (dos)
Me tiran to' los bandos (prr)
Y yo con putas chingando, ya me siento en Bang Bros (¡uh!)
Yeah, están pa' los tiempo' y latarle lo' di*kies (di*kies)
Tu jeva llama pa' Krippy (Krippy)
Bellaca me pide un Whisky (Whisky, Whisky)
Yeah, el sushi se come con palo' Supreme (no)
A la cama le agotamo' el spring (huh)
No sea' chota, no me tires screenshots (¡no!)
Capsuleando en el tapón (¡heh!)
Gucci gang y a vece' Louis Vuitton
Ando en las Mercedes por si quieres pon
Siempre flow Biggie con el bastón
Dímelo, Lil Pump (yeah)
La cartera con la' avispa' (prr)
La Uzi que bota chispa, brr
Y otro se fue de la lista
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, yeah
Tengo una nota cabrona, yeah
Dios proteja mis neuronas, ah
Chingando por Barcelona, wuh
Blanquita pero culona
El bicho me lo lesiona (hah)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, uh

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 23: 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of mothaf*ckin' anything
f*ck a wedding ring, side b*tch, main b*tch
Your b*tch, his b*tch, Savage f*ckin' everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain't rockin' no diamonds
Y'all lil' n*ggas poppin', that's chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still f*cked around and hit him with the lil' pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil' b*tch, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil' b*tch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can't afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my 'Rari, huh
I don't even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 24: J Balvin]
Desde Medellín a Milano (Milano)
Botella 'e champagne en mi mano (en mi mano)
A veces hasta perdiendo gano
Si yo estoy ahí, tú estás segundo plano (plano, plano)
No juego fútbol (wuh)
Pero llego a Madrid y me recibe Cristiano (Cristiano)
Fui el artista de Obama este año y eso que en verdad no soy ni americano (wuh)
Del Maybach pal' avión se siente cabrón
Cobrar pa' mí ya es diversión (ching)
Gucci el pantalón
Y si quiere' un auspicio háblame de un millón (millo')
Dinero como un talibán (ah)
Yo no sé a qué banco es que ustedes van (ping)
Quieren comprar pero no les da
Si no tienes todo Gucci no eres Gucci gang (gang)
Tantas modelo' que ya parezco una revista (yeh)
Tú dándole like y yo que estaba bloqueándola del Insta ('tá bloquea', wuh, wuh)
Solamente sé realista ('tamo' claro')
Tú no eres Gucci gang aunque de Gucci te vista' (hahaha)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 25: French Montana]
(Haaan, Montana!)
Got a lil' pump under the Gucci, mane (ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (ayy) (Gucci gang)
Was yellin' "Ha" way before Juvi', mane (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain't like me (haaan)
Nah, you ain't like me
You ride the wave, you ain't like me
Cop some chains, you ain't like me
Made a hook, you ain't like me
Bills ain't bills, a n*gga like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
Couldn't see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
Seven pills, Act' in my system (huh)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
Servin' raw like sushi gang (huh)
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Chorus: Ozuna]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
La corta la guardo en el M6
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa' ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo' el fade

[Verse 26: Ozuna]
Hoy se viste 'e Gucci toa' la banda
Y hay un par de loco' que hay que darle una parranda
Yo los dejo, dicen que ello' mandan
Pero me ven de frente y se me ablandan, porque
Tú puede' frontear lo que tú quiera'
Hasta los panas míos visten Gucci y hay aentro' 'e la nevera
Veinte pa' lo' dos por la escalera
Tú le' preguntaste y te dijeron "Ozuna en la disquera"
Gucci gang, los míos es pa' alante, nunca se van
Dos cincuenta el Richard Mille, la cubana en diaman'
Que me vieron las babies y se mojan'
Yo les canto bonito y se quedan descelegán'
Tú lo sabe' que

[Chorus: Ozuna]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, eh
La corta la guardo en el M6
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa' ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo' el fade

Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can't buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Outro]
Lil Pump, yuh
Lil Pump, ooh

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