joyner lucas – gucci gang (remix) lyrics
[intro]
yuh, yuh, uh
woo, (joyner), yuh, yuh, yuh, yup
pandora, pandora, pandora
i don’t really f-ck with no… (yo)
[chorus]
gucci gang, louis gang, fendi gang, dolce gang
‘sace gang, prada gang, lot of gangs (woo)
i don’t really f-ck with no brand names (woah)
joyner ’bout to go on a rampage (ooh)
they don’t wanna see me let the chopper bang, yeah
get this b-tch jumping like shabba ranks, ooh
what’s a lil pump to a rocket flame, yeah
turn your pink dreads into pocket chains (woo)
[verse]
all you new rappers don’t be talkin’ ’bout sh-t except doin’ drugs
wonder how you got a name (d-mn)
sippin’ lean, takin’ e, percocets, purple drank, xanax, everything sound the same, f-ck
bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (woo)
hope you n-gg-s suffer til you pop a vein, yeah
this sh-t made your mother wanna ovulate, yeah
this sh-t make conductors 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-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 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
hit ’em with the ric flair and the suplex
i ain’t never been scared, b-tch, i’m ruthless (woo)
raised by the ghetto
know some gangs that’ll get ’em
split ’em right down the middle like a f-ckin’ duplex
break a n-gg- toes, make ’em do the two-step
crib full of hoes, now i feel like hugh hef
got a bad stripper b-tch, all we do is have s-x
and she love suckin’ d-ck so i call her loose neck (woah)
makin’ a panic with my sh-t 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-ckin hands that holdin the hammer bangin’ and slammin’
k!llin’ ’em in the ambulance, they dyin’, they bleedin’, they tremblin’
i’m really sick and i got a stiff as a f-ckin’ mannequin
i paint a picture a pic-sso vision, all on my cellophane
i got ’em swingin’ they on my d-ck and grabbin my pants again
now, uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco (cinco)
i ain’t spanish but i know the lingo (lingo)
atlantic told me that my flow a hundred
but my alb-m ain’t come unless i got a f-ckin’ single
well i don’t give a f-ck about no hit record
i’ma just remix y’all sh-t and get big off it
i’ma just murder every mother f-cking beat while i’m dreaming of gettin’ paid in my mother f-ckin’ sleep, godd-mn
[chorus]
gucci gang, louis gang, fendi gang, dolce gang
‘sace gang, prada gang, lot of gangs (woah)
i don’t really f-ck with no brand names
joyner ’bout to go on a rampage, ooh
they don’t wanna see me let the chopper bang (yeah)
get this b-tch 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-t except doin’ drugs
wonder how you got a name, uh
sippin’ lean, takin’ e, percocets, purple drank, xanax, everything sound the same, f-ck
bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (bruh)
and all you n-gg-s suffer til you pop a vein, uh
gucci gang, fendi gang, prada gang (woo)
i don’t really f-ck with no brand names, yeah
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