Gucci Gucci

One big room full of bad b**ches x8)

Fu got the w**d Marl got the gun

They say numbers don't lie

B**ch I'm not the one

Hammers in ya face this is not a dream

And you get in every page in this magazine

Bumping UGK talking about a murder

We roll a Dr Jay and then we light that Julius Erving

I got p-ssy on the way and p-ssy on the way out

Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out

Tunechi Tunechi toaster tooly F-ck around and pop ya

My homies got that white girl Call it Lady Gaga

Glock for Tini nina colada

Suck swallow semen saliva

I'm going at your collar

F-ck you hoe niggas

Weezy go hard you b**ches go figure

Diamonds in my teeth like I'm a f-cking d**e dealer

You're a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller

I'm in one big room full of bad b**ches

I'm in one big room full of bad b**ches)

It goes: Tunechi Tunechi

Toaster tooly f-ck around and pop ya

My homies got that white girl

Call it Lady Gaga

It goes: Tunechi Tunechi

Toaster tooly f-ck around and pop ya

Back where I started on my set in black

All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque

We don't pack extra clips we pack extra Gats

And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats

Til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat

If you're scared go to church and get a scripture tat

Guns the size of children now don't be childish

Be with wild-a** niggas and I am the wildest

I'm a motherf-cker call me Weezy baby

And on the end of the barrel I got a sweet potato

My life is a movie I got a leading lady

My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady

I got the world in my hands skateboard n' my vans

And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran

I know what I can do so b**ch I do what I can

Drop the Sorry 4 the Wait man

I'm just saying

I'm in one big room full of bad b**ches