Free Gucci

You say you flipping dope in the trap with your ho But see I'm bout that murder Catch a body with the burner talking this and that Triple 6 in the sticks with a Soulja rag $uicide B O Y ain't no compromise Walking round looking like I'm from Columbine Homicide's glorified on my side of town Better have protection if you fucking walking round Me and Oddy catching bodies then we rolling gaudy Always foggy when I'm creeping black all on my body You say you driving Maserati but I call your bluff Always murder then I rob 'em money ain't enough No money ain't enough Creeping, sparking, thinking maybe if I, if I shoot Just take this Nine, and plead defense, but my life I will protect A whole lotta selfish moves .45 pressed on my chest I'll have you running, man, I guess that's why you so upset You think you're hard, huh, Li'l boy, say you with the shits Until your dawgs shoot you too and run all your chips Then put the lights in his eyes, Bury a snitch A couple bands'll have the last stew, don't push me The hustle god ain't with the chitter-chatter, boy what's happening? We talkin' Li'l boa, we can make it happen It's nothin' Back in all black Bitch, Give me that backpack Fill it with a sack and a stack And that's that crack in the pack Bitch I need to back track Real talk need a track back? I'mma need the cash I'mma need the weed Need to ash I'mma need the green That's dope and money Smoking honey All mac pack in a black Cadillac Ain't no thing funny Ain't no handouts, ain't no biting Stick your hand out, I'll start slicing Advising sacrificing all you lice and I start pricing I'm tasting ice and lemonade in paradise I'm icing Sprite and lean enticing me til I KO I might be Tyson