GUCCI ROTTEN

Lyrics

[Intro: ? and Swerzie] It's that 423 Community House shit You know what the fuck goin' on It's Swerzie and shit (yuh) Fuck yo' verse nigga, you don't need that shit (Run it) [Verse 1: Swerzie] Bitch, you better pay me for that feature I ain't friends with none you rappers I need money and a Beamer I might cheat and whip a Tesla for a minute if it's cleaner I don't like to have no new friends, so this year I'm gettin' meaner (Aye) Look at the ice (Aye) Look at the price (Aye) I'm fuckin' a check and the balance look nice (Aye) I'm rollin' the dice (aye) The price of my life You better go duck (Aye) My team give no fucks (Aye) You talk we go dumb It's the sound of that drum (Aye) When we gon' pull up (Aye) In Rotten we trust (Aitch) I'm not fuckin' with you if you talk to me I'll have your face meeting my backhand If you try kill me I'm chasin' your ass as a ghost like you playin' in Pac-Man I don't like friends, I just like money and Beamers the size of a fat man If you want problems I'll call Uzi Rotten then we gonna get to attackin' [Verse 2: Swerzie] I need some money to talk I wash you out like you chalk Bitch I'm gonna come leave my mark You on the wave like a ark I'll drop your shit from afar Enemies not gettin' far Y'all just be rappin' to rap But I'll fuckin' die for the art I rap so I don't go starve So do not go actin' too funny with me, you a mark [Chorus: Swerzie and ZOTiYAC] Aye, guns point at your noggin if you talk on Rotten If we don't talk profit, I'ma tell em stop it Bitches, they be plottin' to put me in coffins So I tote the Glock and anywhere I pop it Aye, bitch my team so icy, call me Gucci Rotten Aye, she ain't really want me til' she see me poppin' Aye, I don't fuck with bitches comin' at my pockets Aye, I'ma kill the racket, rest in peace they losses (Yuh, aye, aye) [Verse 3: ZOTiYAC] Lil' bitch I'm so icy they put me in Rotten Run in the lobby, I'm robbin' your bitch, she wan' top me, she finna come put out my bottoms Smokin' that gas, got me coughin', this leaf make 'em fall from a tree like it's autumn Got a Coach right off 'em I be ballin' off it I don't hold no wallet, put it in my pocket, ball it Get wet when I walk in, she identify as faucet Boy, your hoe a flipper, me and foenem call her dolphin We flip that bitch all summer, your lil' shorty somersaulting (Somersaulting)