Gucci Gucci

One big room full of bad bitches

Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun

They say numbers don't lie

Bitch, I'm not the one

Hammers in ya face, this is not a dream

And you get in every page in this magazine

Bumping UGK, talking about a murder

We roll a Dr. Jay and then we light that Julius Erving

I got p-ssy on the way and p-ssy on the way out

Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out

Tunechi, Tunechi, toaster, tooly F-ck around and pop ya

My homies got that white girl Call it Lady Gaga

Glock for Tini, nina colada

Suck, swallow, semen, saliva

I'm going at your collar

F-ck you hoe niggas!

Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure

Diamonds in my teeth like I'm a f-cking dope dealer

You're a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller

I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches...

in one big room, full of bad

It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi

Toaster, tooly, f-ck around and pop ya

My homies got that white girl

Call it Lady Gaga

It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi

Toaster, tooly, f-ck around and pop ya

Back where I started on my set, in black

All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque

We don't pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats

And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats

Til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat

If you're scared go to church and get a scripture tat

Guns the size of children, now don't be childish

Be with wild-ass niggas and I am the wildest.

I'm a motherf-cker, call me Weezy baby

And on the end of the barrel I got a sweet potato

My life is a movie, I got a leading lady

My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady

I got the world in my hands, skateboard n' my vans

And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran

I know what I can do, so bitch I do what I can

Drop the Sorry 4 the Wait, man

I'm just saying...

I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches...