lil shotty - fucci lyrics
[hook]
g’s on my belt, yeah you know we f-cking gucci
diamonds they so fake, b-tch you playin’, you so fucci
they don’t know your name, they be sayin’, like who’s he
30 on my side, b-tch i keep a f-cking uzi
g’s on my belt, yeah you know we f-cking gucci
diamonds they so fake, b-tch you playin’, you so fucci
they don’t know your name, they be sayin’, like who’s he
30 on my side, b-tch i keep a f-cking uzi
[verse 1]
b-tch stop playing get the f-ck up out my face
diamonds they so fake
ballin’ like i’m drake
chains like the migos
i got ice around my neck
broke my wrist it so wet
diamond faucet, it gon drip
b-tch i made it on my own
now these b-tches hit my phone
saying “i’m home alone”
b-tch can you hear the tone
i’ve been rappin since a baby
on this grind on the daily
i’ve swervin up mercedes
i’ve been swerving on the daily
yeah they hatin on my trap
makin’ all this cash
uzi, it gon blast
whip it like the flash
yeah you f-cking fucci
nah, we ain’t gucci
fucci, fucci, fucci
nah, we ain’t gucci
[hook]
g’s on my belt, yeah you know we f-cking gucci
diamonds they so fake, b-tch you playin’, you so fucci
they don’t know your name, they be sayin’, like who’s he
30 on my side, b-tch i keep a f-cking uzi
g’s on my belt, yeah you know we f-cking gucci
diamonds they so fake, b-tch you playin’, you so fucci
they don’t know your name, they be sayin’, like who’s he
30 on my side, b-tch i keep a f-cking uzi
[lil chaos: verse 2]
b-tch my daimond icy like a freezer
3 door garage with a beamer
and you know that sh-ts a 2 seater
n-ggas want to ride cuz im the leader
d-mn that shawty thick just like my teacher
going down town just to meet her
n-gga talk sh-t ima beat em
all ya rappin n-ggas are my seed uh
i just feed these b-tches like a breed um
b-tch you are my seed ima feed yuh
man i blew up but that’s not luck
chaos slappin n-ggas, no f-cks
n-gga want the fade acting tough
chaos he f-cking chase them buck
bentley in the ‘rage its a truck
yo b-tch she asking to f-cking suck
you could catch me up north in a jag
but i’m gonna be in bag
yo b-tch itty bitty t-tty sag
30 bullets in a mag
gucci louis fendi, cop a bag
n-gga got no money, that sh-t sad
go get some money and don’t get mad
i just f-cked your b-tch she was bad
[hook]
g’s on my belt, yeah you know we f-cking gucci
diamonds they so fake, b-tch you playin’, you so fucci
they don’t know your name, they be sayin’, like who’s he
30 on my side, b-tch i keep a f-cking uzi
g’s on my belt, yeah you know we f-cking gucci
diamonds they so fake, b-tch you playin’, you so fucci
they don’t know your name, they be sayin’, like who’s he
30 on my side, b-tch i keep a f-cking uzi
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