Gucci (Hold On) Lyrics

Yeah, let me tell you bout' my brudda, how we always kept it real

Always putting money on yo books when you was in that cell

And then you went to falling in love, you saw lil' shawty fine as hell

And he didn't even know she fucking the opps, these niggas not gone tell

Years later, you fucking with lil' shawty finna' have a kid

He always wanted to be a fucking daddy since he was a jhit

And then his baby momma set him up, now that's a lotta' shit

And then I heard that call that you got shot, I can't believe it's real

And it gets so hard to hold on

I can't believe it, that you gone

And I miss my brother, I wanna see you back home

And now you're right, cause we're living in the wrong

And now I'm high up off these drugs

And I just need a lil' love

And I don't wanna be a thug

But I don't wanna get slumped

It's crazy, when we was young, we was told we'll have a happy ending

Now that we older, we paying the price because we're always sinning

I lost so many soldiers in this war, I swear it's never ending

When you said"I love you", you didn't mean it, I can that feeling

You didn't have to lie to me, You didn't have to cry to me

I don't wanna hear that shit you talking, it ain't gone slide with me

You have to die with me, you can just come ride with me

I realize that the opps ain't on the block, these niggas ain't tryin' me

Like it's quiet, damn I can't even see em

I'm on a diet, but my pockets getting bigger

I'll start a riot, when I go and text his bm

She said I'm a liar, so I slide right in her dm

I told Gucci that I'd make some

Niggas try me, then I break some

Pop this switch, bitch I'll face em

Kill these niggas, I feel like Jason

I take drugs to get me happy

I sip some wok before I'm napping

Walk em' down, like what done happened?

I miss my nigga we was trappin

And it gets so hard to hold on

I can't believe it, that you gone

And I miss my brother, I wanna see you back home

And now you're right, cause we're living in the wrong

And now I'm high up off these drugs

And I just need a lil' love

And I don't wanna be a thug

But I don't wanna get slumped

Mane free the bros

Long live Cell

Long live Gucci

Long live Mary

I love all y'all, I'll do anything for you, you know that

This for all my members

Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird

Where you get ya food stamps?

Aye, aye, aye, aye