Gucci

Lyrics

[Chorus] I'm in— I'm in Gucci eatin' Gucci burgers (Hom) She give me coochie in the Beam convertible I'm in— I'm in Gucci eatin' Gucci burgers This— this ain't Cernucci, this is real diamonds Emilio Pucci, she's in real designer Vibram Balenci', she's a rock climber I play with that pussy both hands, I'm a driver She give me coochie in the Beam convertible [Verse] Shout out Gucci, but they didn't pay for promo (Send that invoice) Shout out the plugs that open the packs like Momo (FIFA) Hotel room, and our cups are filled with that rojo (Shh) I, made ten bags in a day, fuck thе saying 'bout Rome Every time I go scroll up my phonе, I'm seein' more clones I ain't pickin' a bone, just watchin' your girl, she wanna pick on my bone I'm makin' her moan and smoke my dro when nobody's home Je na sai pas, her boyfriend ask, she said she "I don't know" He call her phone all day and night, but she at the 'yo Headline show these girls might fight, invitin' loads I got codeine inside my Sprite, then pop it a lil' mo' To get in my mode [Chorus] I'm in— I'm in Gucci eatin' Gucci burgers She give me coochie in the Beam convertible I'm in— I'm in Gucci eatin' Gucci burgers This— this ain't Cernucci, this is real diamonds Emilio Pucci, she's in real designer Vibram Balenci', she's a rock climber I play with that pussy both hands, I'm a driver She give me coochie in the Beam convertible