Iced out chain (yeah) Iced out ring (yeah) Yeah she love my diamonds That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit) Foreign bitch with me (huh?) She do anything White diamonds on my wrist Bitch it's it's Gucci Gang (yeah) Ooh, Lil Pump, yuh

My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh Unless you is my mama, yeah When I'm fucking, call me Papa, yeah I'm high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah I never say, "I love you" to these women, no They saying I'm a problem yeah No Nelly, no Nelly, it's getting hot

When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over It's It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda Count the money over, and feed the junky

Niggas pistol popping like it's it's nineteen ninety nine I was nine maybe ten, then again never mind Press rewind, back in time before rappers dropping dimes Trap or die, choppin' pies with cliche's all in they rhymes That was Gucci, Prada and anything

But I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too Murda on the beat so it's it's not nice I was piss poor, sleeping on the dirt floor And we couldn't pay the rent so it's it's a notice on the door The neighbors been noticed so what I'ma front for? Using pennies

But I was the one servin' all the J's I fathered the style, gave you all the wave But I didn't get nothin' for Father's Day I was the one cookin' all the yay I was the one cookin' all the yay (it's Gucci) I fathered the style, gave you all the wave (day)

You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly) I know I'm super fly (I know it) I know I'm super fly (I know), I know I'm super fly (I know) Now watch me fly, fly You can't tell me I ain't fly Fly, fly, fly It's It's Gucci (it's Gucci) Huh? Fly

Plus, they keep bud in the kitchen, fuck some eggs and grits Jimmy Henchman with the shipment, I sold a lot of shit Woke up in the mornin', bust down me a brick East Atlanta, Zone 6, Gucci really rich Heard I killed a man allegedly, but I didn't bust a

I had to cut lil' mama off, now we back on They think I'm still selling soft like his bag gone I was gone for a minute, now it's it's back on I'm self made and independent, yup, black on I'm self made and independent, yup we black on

Metro, let's try something (dope) It's Drop top If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I'm a ex con, used to sell crack at the Texaco Known for toting guns and it's it's what I'm on probation for