Gucci Gucci

One big room full of bad bitches
Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun
They say numbers dont lie
Bitch, Im not the one
Hammers in ya face, this is not a dream
And you get in every page in this magazine
Bumping UGK, talking about a murder
We roll a Dr. Jay and then we light that Julius Erving

I got p-ssy on the way and p-ssy on the way out
Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out
Tunechi, Tunechi, toaster, tooly F-ck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl Call it Lady Gaga
Glock for Tini, nina colada
Suck, swallow, semen, saliva
Im going at your collar
F-ck you hoe niggas!
Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure
Diamonds in my teeth like Im a f-cking dope dealer
Youre a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller
Im in one big room, full of bad bitches...
in one big room, full of bad

It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Toaster, tooly, f-ck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga
It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Toaster, tooly, f-ck around and pop ya

Back where I started on my set, in black
All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque
We dont pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats
And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats

Til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat
If youre scared go to church and get a scripture tat
Guns the size of children, now dont be childish
Be with wild-ass niggas and I am the wildest.
Im a motherf-cker, call me Weezy baby
And on the end of the barrel I gota sweet potato
My life is a movie, I got a leading lady
My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady
I got the world in my hands, skateboard n my vans
And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran
I know what I can do, so bitch I do what I can
Drop the Sorry 4 the Wait, man
Im just saying...
Im in one big room, full of bad bitches...