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Mike Rebel (Gang), it's Gucci What's poppin'? What? No limit (Yeah) 6iine on my face Imma shoot him in the face (What?) Imma shoot you, beat the case Put that nigga in his place (yeah) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (what, what?) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (What? Yeah) Got these tats on all on my body (body) Tat for every hommy (hommy) Ridin' with that Tommy (Tommy) Little wave, I'm the Tsunami (yeah) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (what, what?) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (What? Yeah) Yeah Scum Gang What Let's go I'm the O-N-E, nigga, J-O-E Niggas out here really tryna be like me Tryna see like me, rock clean like me True beam on me with the cream on me But I keep it low-key 'til I D-I-E Should have practiced, got a stee I-D On the backpack, you know I be In the black Range, you ain't cold as me On this rap shit tryna flow like me All these ratchets, tryna blow like me 'Fore they clap shit for this D-O-E All this trapping to the free OGs On the flagship, nigga, G-O-D Kinda ratchet with a beam on me Got them gadgets with the lean on knee (What?) Can't catch up, try to scheme on me (Yeah) 6iine on my face Imma shoot him in the face (What?) Imma shoot you, beat the case Put that nigga in his place (yeah) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (what, what?) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (what? Yeah) Got these tats on all on my body (body) Tat for every hommy (hommy) Ridin' with that Tommy (Tommy) Little wave, I'm the Tsunami (yeah) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (what, what?) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (What? Yeah) It's Gucci Gucci, I'm so icy that I tat it on my face Got a ice cream cone match my ice cold chain (Burr) I'm just coolin', bae It's Gucci Man and Chu If you ain't come to fuck then you should keep it movin', bae I'm getting a bunch of cash, that's nothin' new today I hit the strip club, can't tell you what I threw today Just bought a Rolls-Royce, I'm 'bout to paint it blue today I tint my windows same color as my Cartiers And I just ripped the stage, wrote another page I'm just a eight figure mogul that got out the cage (It's Gucci) My hood so real, I tat it on my stomach Zone 6 but the choppas hold a hundred (Yeah) 6iine on my face Imma shoot him in the face (what?) Imma shoot you, beat the case Put that nigga in his place (yeah) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (what, what?) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (what? Yeah) Got these tats on all on my body (body) Tat for every hommy (hommy) Ridin' with that Tommy (Tommy) Little wave, I'm the Tsunami (yeah) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (what, what?) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (What? Yeah) Ooh, O.N.E like Ne-Yo Hollow when it's comin' just like Cleo (yeah I do) No, it's not the Migos (uh-uh) Talkin' to the pharaoh, free my people Boy, that hood don't look the same (nah) Niggas still destructin', they just took the chain Grandmama, she took the pain (uh, yeah) Buried all my uncles, damn the preacher paid (damn, he paid!) Damn them nigga's gettin' paid Them boys on the corner, they ain't sellin' lemonade Police lock us in a cage (they lock us up, nigga!) Crackin' killin' niggas just like renegade (Yeah) 6iine on my face Imma shoot him in the face (what?) Imma shoot you, beat the case Put that nigga in his place (yeah) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (what, what?) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (what? Yeah) Got these tats on all on my body (body) Tat for every hommy (hommy) Ridin' with that Tommy (Tommy) Little wave, I'm the Tsunami (yeah) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (what, what?) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach (What? Yeah) That's so real, I tat it on my stomach That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Denis Berger, Kewshawn Gilmore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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