It’s gucci Suckers keep on doubting me They know they should be crowning me Go Scoo wop Just counting paper, just counting paper Your boys just counting days
80 chains goin and they ain’t took one yet Ain't nothing retarded bout gucci but this gold rolex A ten thousand dollar bounty put on my neck I hope you didn't paid em cuz they didn’t have no success You see my interview nigga and you got upset I see your interview too, you look all so stressed I think the nigga just mad cuz I fucked his ex And I’m a big dog, he got the lil boy complex Go dig your partner up nigga, bet he can’t say shit And if you’re looking for the kid I'll be in zone 6 I hit a birthday party fresh, you and your homeboy tip I know yall seen me over there with that black 4/5 I bought a bentley, move it son, it look just like tip's But I never went platinum, do you catch my drift? I never let a nigga do me like tip did flip This the same shit that got biggie and tupac killed.
It’s gucci Ha ha okay For the record, this is not a diss record Just the truth It’s gucci, the living legend Oh yea, I’m a legend Living legend nigga Respect that
I ain’t playin with you, I ain’t tryna dance with you I ain’t using your hands, let them rubber bands get ya It take money to go to war, we can go to war nigga I Ain’t no real rapper, I’m a fucking grave digger I'm an old school fool don’t make me show my age nigga Grab a louie v then turn it to a batting cage nigga I did a song with keisha cole and I know you still miss her But puff was fucking her while you was falling in love with er For you do a song, wouldn't even smoke no bud with ya I was screaming so icy and was a neighborhood nigga They say r is my backup cuz I don’t need now nigga Must've heard when flocka said let them guns blam nigga Used to drive up in the hound with a lot of grams nigga I’m just who I am nigga but I’m ain’t span now nigga I know it’s hard for you to sleep, knowing you killed your homeboy You left his son to be a bastard, won't even raise your own boy