Joyner Lucas - Gucci Gang (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Joyner Lucas - Gucci Gang (en) Lyrics
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Yuh, yuh, uh
Woo, (Joyner), yuh, yuh, yuh, yup
Pandora, Pandora, Pandora
I don't really fuck with no... (yo)
Gucci gang, Louis gang,
Fendi gang, Dolce gang
'Sace gang, Prada gang,
lot of gangs (woo)
I don't really fuck 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 bitch jumping like
Shabba Ranks, ooh
What's a Lil Pump to a
rocket flame, yeah
Turn your pink dreads into
pocket chains (woo)
All you new rappers don't be talkin'
'bout shit except doin' drugs
Wonder how you got a name (damn)
Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets,
Purple drank, Xanax, everything
sound the same, fuck
Bunch of drug addicts in
the house of pain (woo)
Hope you niggas suffer til
you pop a vein, yeah
This shit made your mother
wanna ovulate, yeah
This shit 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 shit '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 bitches 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 fuckers are fucking
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 niggas watchin I'm spittin',
slap all on your coffin, R.I.P
You lost and you fuckas sleepin' you're
pillow talkin' (pow pow pow pow)
And you dream all day, that's
per year (per year)
All you hoe niggas 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
Niggas got guns so nobody
want to fight fair, no
Hit 'em with the Ric Flair
and the suplex
I ain't never been scared,
bitch, I'm ruthless (woo)
Raised by the ghetto
Know some gangs that'll get 'em
Split 'em right down the middle
like a fuckin' duplex
Break a nigga toes, make
'em do the two-step
Crib full of hoes, now
I feel like Hugh Hef
Got a bad stripper bitch,
all we do is have sex
And she love suckin' dick so I
call her loose neck (woah)
Makin' a panic with my shit 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 fuckin 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 fuckin' mannequin
I paint a picture a Picasso vision,
all on my cellophane
I got 'em swingin' they on my dick
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 fuckin' single
Well I don't give a fuck
about no hit record
I'mma just remix y'all shit
and get big off it
I'mma just murder every mother fucking
beat while I'm dreaming of gettin' paid
in my mother fuckin' sleep, goddamn
'Sace gang, Prada gang,
lot of gangs (woah)
I don't really fuck with
no brand names
Joyner 'bout to go on a rampage, ooh
They don't wanna see me let
the chopper bang (yeah)
Get this bitch jumping like
Shabba Ranks, yeah
What's a Lil Pump to
a rocket flame, woo
Gucci gang, Fendi gang,
Prada gang (yeah)
Wonder how you got a name, uh
Bunch of drug addicts in the
house of pain (bruh)
And all you niggas suffer
til you pop a vein, uh
Gucci gang, Fendi gang,
Prada gang (woo)
I don't really fuck with
no brand names, yeah
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