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finnyfromflickr - gucci gang (megamix) lyrics

[part 1: lil pump – gucci gang (megamix)]
[intro: tpindell]
back wit’ another video, baby!

[producer tag]
finny music

[intro: lil pump, gnealz & big head]
yuh, ooh, brr, brr
gucci gang, ooh (that’s it right there, gnealz)
yuh, lil pump, yuh
gucci gang, ooh (ooh, bi-big head on the beat)
yuh, brr

[hook: lil pump]
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
my b-tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
i f-ck a b-tch, i forgot her name (brr, yuh)
i can’t buy a b-tch no wedding ring (ooh)
rather go and buy balmains (brr)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)
spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
my bih love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
i f-ck a b-tch, i forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
i can’t buy no b-tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
rather go and buy balmains, ayy (brr)
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (gucci gang)

[verse 1: 21 savage]
poppin’ them percs got me faded
i grab me a bowl and i grab me a fork
and i get in that sh-t and go crazy
them diamonds, they on me, they blangin’, they blangin’
so i see the truth and go skatin’
b-tch on that savage, i f-ck a big check
and i f-cked me a n-gg- old lady
b-tch i’m cold, i need a blanket (brrr)
yeah, i’m ’bout my 10
roll it ‘fore it flood, come where i begin
broad n-gg-s and i cheat on my ex
pretty t-tties, i might skeet on her br–sts
skeet on her br–sts
80 thousand, put that sh-t on my neck
80 thousand, spent that sh-t on a vet
one night stands, just i f-ck and forget
yeah, hol’ up

[verse 2: merkules; (lil pump)]
i got friends across the world
from vancouver to kansas
and you couldn’t hack it up, put your whole crew in the caskets
i do it effortless, i solve a rubik’s cube while i’m at it
blindfolded with a .22 shooting at randoms
i’m not joking, i’m heartbroken, i can k!ll ’em all
i write a verse in 30 seconds and start having withdraws
i got these backpackers mad that they can’t be this raw
you got charged when you stole kitkat from the mall
give me a break
i feel like i’m gonna snap if they’ll let me
i’ve been through h-ll so long
it’s like i can’t go to heaven
but i’m the teacher and you students
so get back at detention
and do your homework
i’mma have to actually dead you
i gotta chill the f-ck out, maybe breathe for a second
they take a look at me like, “how is he not a freshman?”
maybe it’s ’cause i know how speak up a full sentence
when i was 13 i got a lethal injection
i’m on one, on two, three and four
you all suck, f-ck you
you want beef, it’s war
you mad, too bad
see me on tour
i heard that they want mine
well, i tell ’em we want yours
yeah
i ain’t even hindin’ i’m an animal
you are not a rapper, you too high of your adderall
your braids too tight, so your mind’s not compatible
i don’t drink lean, i do fine with my alcohol
a hundred is the only way i keep it, stupid
i got bored, i ain’t even really need to do this
f-ck a remix, soon you can peep my new sh-t
stompdown k!llaz is the team and movement (gucci gang)
lil pump, get your money, i ain’t even mad
but if you get this taken down, i’mma beat your -ss
motherf-cker, you should know by now
how do you get away with that
b-tch, i go all out
it’s big merk

[verse 3: lil pump]
my lean cost more than your rent, ooh (it do)
your momma still live in a tent, yuh (brr)
still slangin’ dope in the ‘jects, huh? (yeah)
me and my grandma take meds, ooh (huh?)
none of this sh-t be new to me (nope)
f-ckin’ my teacher, call it ‘tutory (yuh)
bought some red bottoms, cost h-lla gs (huh?)
f-ck your airline, f-ck your company (f-ck it!)
b-tch, your breath smell like some cigarettes (cigarettes)
i’d rather f-ck a b-tch from the projects (yuh)
they kicked me out the plane off a percocet (brr)
now lil pump flyin’ private jet (yuh)
everybody scream, “f-ck westjet” (f-ck ’em)
lil pump still sell that meth (yuh)
hunnid on my wrist, sippin’ on tech (brr)
f-ck a lil b-tch, make her p-ssy wet (what?)

[verse 4: galaxy goats; (lil pump)]
my pickaxe cost more than your house (ooh, lil pump)
your mama still live in a village (yeah)
still minin’ ores in the cave (huh)
me and my steve get ores (ooh)
none of these updates new to me
attacking [?] notch call it minery
bought some diamond boots cost h-lla ores
freakin’ minecraft freak in your minecraft server
alex [?] your breath smells like iron ores
i’d rather mine a iron from a big cave
they kick me out the temple off a breathing potion
now lil steve swim in a boat
everybody screamin’ freak water temples
lil steve still sell the sugarcane
hunnid in my chest sippin’ on a potion
freak a lil alex make her house wet

[verse 5: joyner lucas]
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-t ’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-tches and laughing
and i’m k!lling 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-ckers are f-cking embarr-ssing (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-gg-s watchin i’m spittin’, slap all on your coffin, r.i.p
you lost and you f-ckas sleepin’ you’re pillow talkin’ (pow pow pow pow)
and you dream all day, that’s per year (per year)
all you hoe n-gg-s 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-gg-s got guns so n-body want to fight fair, no

[verse 6: ybn nahmir; (lil pump)]
b-tch, i’m never lackin’, i keep running yo head
that choppa bullet is gonna knock off yo leg
you run up on me, then i’m leaving you dead
i leave you dead, if you talk to the feds
gotta watch yo back, cause these n-gg-s be snakes
the money come, then these n-gg- turn fake
you play with me, they find you dead in the lake
not like the wire, find you dead in the grave
i got a tec-9, it came from bagdad, so they gonna flag that
uzi from san francisco, my homie p-ss that
this glock turn you to a zombie, it give you whiplash
speedin’ off in the hammy, that make he crash that (p-ssy wet)

[outro: lil pump; imdontai]
lil pump, yuh
lil pump, ooh
red jacket on my body, it’s so clean
what you mean?
on my breath, it’s clean
smell like listerine
ooh, my spleen
ayy

[part 2: the beatles – come together (minimix snippet)]

[verse: michael jackson & gary clark jr.]
he wear no shoeshine
he got toe jam football
he got monkey finger
he shoot coca cola
he say i know you, you know me
one thing i can tell you is
you got to be free

[chorus: michael jackson, gary clark jr. & sully erna]
come together, right now
over me

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