Gucci Pants Lyrics

Aye, aye

Uhh

Aye, aye

4K

On my momma

Only running from the Jakes and the 1 time

Keep on talking 'bout a fade, bitch, run mine

Niggas talking 'bout the gang, say he frontline

Fuck a nigga bitch too, she say she love me

On God, bro, this shit getting ugly

Lil bitch on my IG, say she want me

Why you got the window poker, I'm flocking and stuff

Niggas wanna work with me, ain't popping enough

Only running from the Jakes and the 1 time

Keep on talking 'bout a fade, bitch, run mine

Niggas talking 'bout the gang, he false claimin'

Hit 3 houses for 2k they all Asian

Type to take a nigga food in the lunch line

If it's a pass, Imma feel it in my gut when it's crunch time

For the bands Imma do a nigga boof like fetch life

Move packs for the cash, move bitches and tech 9's

Put your pussy on my Gucci pants

Perk 30 in my hands, let me do my dance

All I want is new bands

I don't want no new friends

Tryna pull up in that, in that, new Benz

Pull up in that, in that, new Benz, okay

Okay

4K, aye

Put yo pussy on my Gucci pants

Perk 30 in my hands, let me do my dance

All I want is new bands

I don't want no new friends

They say he hating on me, I ain't really see it, dude little

I'm tryna be a beat maker, everything instrumental

I'm tryna get up in the field, he don't know what he doing

That nigga crying, I took his bitch, that's on God, he a loser

(Lil bro I'm tryna sell that)

(She a throat demon wit hellcat)

(You a bunky bro, how yo pack get mailed back)