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heygwuapo - gucci duf lyrics

[intro]
that man was hittin’ fadeaway over that one
ayy, this jumpshot is bonkers, i f+ck with it
what the f+ck? that man was hittin’ the d wade, uh+uh
speed, ooh+oh (ooh+oh), n+gga (n+gga), score (score, score)

[chorus]
gucci duffel bag when i hop out the jet
i don’t trust a soul, so i sleep with that tec
she know where i’m from, but it’s crazy, we just met (oh no)
i ain’t kiss the ones, but she still drop that neck
your bankroll full of 1s, n+gga, it’s guccis in my wallet (see)
n+gga hatin’ on me, i f+ck his baby mama, he in my comments (yeah)
i don’t got to tell on these n+ggas, they already know how i’m comin’ (yeah)
big n+gga on the block, my drac’ jumpin’ (big n+gga, big n+gga)

[verse]
these hoes leave and go, but this money keep comin’ (ooh)
i finger+f+ck these racks, yeah, every time i thumb it (oh, ooh)
my sh+t so much syrup, got to worry ’bout my stomach
i done got so high, done did see the mountain summit (yeah, yeah)
i just told my wallet to clock the bentley with the range (range)
all y’all n+ggas like mello step’, back shoot you with some range (yeah, yeah)
jeffery dahmer on the track, think i’m goin’ insane (mh)
i get so much chicken, i’m not doin’ raising cane’s
might bust down the rollie, f+ck it, i’ma keep it plain (keep it plain)
peter parker, baby, i’m in love with mary jane (mary jane)
saw the bigger picture, i cut n+ggas out my frame (go, go)
and this ho annoyin’, she need somebody to blame (yeah)
talkin’ out your mouth, that’s how you end up on a chain, shh
i’m gon’ always take that money over fame, straight up
i just sold that white to my lil’ baby, that’s pure cocaine
we got them sticks just like the navy, i’m talkin’ lo mein (sticks, sticks, sticks)
i flew this ho out to miami and bought her a new body
i put my phone on dnd, so i don’t talk to n0body (no)
b+tches come and go, this money stayin’, i ain’t trippin ’bout shawty
put back the lambo’ and the ‘rari, i take the bugatti
[chorus]
gucci duffel bag when i hop out the jet
i don’t trust a soul, so i sleep with that tec (oh)
she know where i’m from, but it’s crazy, we just met (we just met)
i ain’t kiss the ones, but she still drop that neck (see, no)
your bankroll full of 1s, n+gga, it’s guccis in my wallet (guccis in my wallet)
n+gga hatin’ on me, i f+ck his baby mama, he in my comments (yeet)
i don’t got to tell on these n+ggas, they already know how i’m comin’ (go)
big n+gga on the block, my drac’ jumpin’ (big n+gga on the block)

[outro]
(big n+gga on the block, big n+gga on the block)
(big n+gga on the block, on the block, on the block, n+gga)
(big n+gga on the block, hahahahaha, uh, uh, uh)

- heygwuapo lyrics

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