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frenchie - free gucci, pt. 2 lyrics

[verse 1: fetty wap]
do this for my hood, i do it for zoo jersey
pull up in a foreign, i’m skirting, it’s too purty
funny moving niggas be making the zoo nervous
stay the f-ck from ‘round me you pussy, your crew worthless
phone keep ringing, you’re calling man too early
only way i answer you’re bringing me two birdies
i’m very well known, i don’t think that you heard me
i’m known from down the hill way up to two thirty
ninety-five air max ‘cause i’m a dope runner
balling an athlete but got no jumper
ayy, want a bad b-tch, gotta have bricks
want a bad b-tch, gotta have bricks
ninety-five air max ‘cause i’m a dope runner
balling an athlete but got no jumper
ayy, want a bad b-tch, gotta have bricks
yeah that makes sense, and i make hits
free the king, gucci guwop
hit the scene, hit a duwop
see the beam on my new glock
robin jeans, got a smooth flock
free the king, gucci guwop
hit the scene, hit a duwop
see the beam on my new glock
robin jeans, i be too fly

[verse 2: frenchie]
see a nigga looking with a face this
but i’m still cooking in the kitchen with an apron
the b-tches, yeah i f-ck ‘em like a caveman
i bet this forty cal make a nigga break dance
first of all i gotta thank guwop
yeah i said guwop, you know i had to say it two times
got a hundred grand in the shoebox
and i got two glocks in case a nigga like you try
f r e n, c h i e
i don’t even need an id
for me to get in the club, i put a nigga on an iv
i’m fed up
me and fetty wap ‘bout to get up
the top 1017 with a 38
if you hating on the squad, shut up

[verse 3: fetty wap]
set my b-tch -ss on the [?] list
i ain’t tryna hear no excuses
zoo gang, this how we do this
all my niggas f-cking ruthless
set my b-tch -ss on the [?] list
i ain’t tryna hear no excuses
zoo gang, watch how we do this
me and monty comin’ through b-tch

[verse 4: monty]
i’m countin’ hundreds baby ‘cause i’m 17
dope charges, it’s just a felony
want a bad b-tch, gotta have bricks
hope that make sense, and i make hits
i’m countin’ hundreds baby ‘cause i’m 17
dope charges, it’s just a felony
want a bad b-tch, gotta have bricks
hope that make sense, and i make hits
want a bad b-tch, gotta have bricks
talkin’ -ss tits, ridin’ fast whips
all that cash get, gon’ get that -ss hit
who you came with, you know my name b-tch
i might lane switch with the gang b-tch
she not my main b-tch, man who you came with
uh, uh, shout out gucci mane b-tch
uh, uh, shout out gucci mane b-tch

- frenchie lyrics

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