Joyner Lucas - Gucci Gang (Remix) lyrics

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Joyner Lucas - Gucci Gang (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Yuh, yuh, uh Woo, (Joyner), yuh, yuh, yuh, yup I don't really f** with no... (yo) [Verse] Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang 'Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs (woo) I don't really f** with no brand names (woah) Joyner 'bout to go on a rampage (ohh) They don't wanna see me let the chopper bang, yeah Get this b**h jumping like Shabba Ranks, ohh What's a Lil Pump to a rocket flame, yeah Turn your pink dreads into pocket change (woo) All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout sh** except doin' d** Wonder how you got a name (damn) Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, f** Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (woo) Hope you n***as suffer til you pop a vein, yeah This sh** made your mother wanna ovulate, yeah This sh** make your doctors 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 sh** '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 b**hes and laughing And I'm k**ing 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 f**ers are f**ing embarra**ing (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 n***as watchin I'm spittin', slap all on your coffin, I repeat You lost and you f**as sleepin' you're pillow talkin' (pow pow pow pow) And you dream all day, that's per year (per year) All you hoe n***as 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 n***as got guns so nobody want to fight fair, no Hit 'em with the Ric Flair and the suplex I ain't never been scared, b**h, I'm ruthless (woo) Raised by the ghetto Know some gangs that'll get 'em Split 'em right down the middle like a f**in' duplex Break a n***a toes, make 'em do the two-step Crib full of hoes, now I feel like Hugh Hef Got a bad stripper b**h, all we do is have s** And she love s**in' dick so I call her loose neck (woah) Makin' a panic with my sh** 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 f**in hands that holdin the hammer bangin' and slammin' k**in' 'em in the ambulance, they dyin', they bleedin', they tremblin' I'm really sick and I got a stiff as a f**in' mannequin I paint a picture a Pica**o 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 f**in' single Well I don't give a f** about no hit record I just remix your sh** and get big off it I just murder every mother f**ing beat while I'm dreaming of gettin' paid in my mother f**in' sleep, goddamn Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang 'Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs (woah) I don't really f** with no brand names Joyner 'bout to go on a rampage, ohh They don't wanna see me let the chopper bang (yeah) Get this b**h jumping like Shabba Ranks, yeah What's a Lil Pump to a rocket flame, woo Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada gang (yeah) All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout sh** except doin' d** Wonder how you got a name, uh Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, f** Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (bruh) Hope you n***as suffer til you pop a vein, uh Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada gang (woo) I don't really f** with no brand names, yeah

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