Gucci on my Face Lyrics

You can't spell team without me

Handing dinner plates, like November turkey

Gucci on my face, what the fuck is you thinking

I know sometimes looks can be very deceiving

It's 10 on my wrist, and this is just the beginning

Barely got a glimpse, what a wonderful feeling

I don't like to rest, I'm on top of the building

Hitters hitting hits, snipers all in the ceiling

I don't like to miss

All out, I'm pull up driving in hurry with the lights out

I'm a rookie and a vet but they still have their dumb doubts

Getting to the paper route thousands just sound like small amounts

How the fuck you think I be feeding my team

I got mixed up in a crowed involving angels and demons

I'm never sober but my mentality straight like a genius I mean it

The way I'm doubling my bags I just got it, repeat it

I started drinking Aquafina now It's only fiji

And I was taught from one of the greatest it's Mister Miyagi

The way I'm chopping it up he knows that no one will try me

Paint a picture with Piccaso with Piccaso

Paint a picture with Piccaso with Piccaso

Paint a picture with Piccaso with Piccaso

Paint a picture with Piccaso with Piccaso

You can't spell team without me

Handing dinner plates, like November turkey

Gucci on my face, what the fuck is you thinking

I know sometimes looks can be very deceiving

It's 10 on my wrist, and this is just the beginning

Barely got a glimpse, what a wonderful feeling

I don't like to rest, I'm on top of the building

Hitters hitting hits, snipers all in the ceiling

I don't like to miss