Gucci Land

歌詞

One big room full of bad bitches" Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun They say numbers don't lie bitch, I'm not the one Hammers in your face, this is not a dream And you're getting every page of this magazine Bumping UGK, we talking about a murder We roll the Dr. J and then we light the Julius Erving I got pussy on the way and pussy on the way out Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the toolie, fuck around and pop ya My homies got that white girl, call it Lady Gaga Glock 4-tini, nina colada, suck, swallow, semen saliva I'm going at your collar, fuck you ho niggas Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure Diamonds in my teeth like I'm a fucking dope dealer You're a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches.. It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi Tote the tool he fuck around and pop ya My homies got that white girl, call it Lady Gaga Back where I started on my set, in black All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque 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-ass niggas and I am the wildest I'm a motherfucker, 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 and my Vans And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran I know what I can do, so bitch 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 bitches.. Tunechi baby!