I remember math class, I ain't do shit, I was just Xanned out Now a nigga got millions, give a fuck about my teachers now Niggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh Gucci on my feet, uh Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah But I

Uh, uh, uh, uh I just bought me a handgun and that shit came with the drum Do a nigga fast like And-1, I need a bag then and some I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug Eat it up, then slide in her, make her tell me who she love Stay laced up I mix