Free Gucci
Verse 1: $LICK
You say you flippin' **** in the trap with your hoe?
But see, I'm 'bout that murder
Catch a body with the burner, talking this and that
Triple six in the sticks with a Soulja rag
$uicide B-O-Y, ain't no compromise
Walking 'round looking like I'm from Columbine
Homicide's glorified on my side of town
Better have protection if you ******* walking 'round
Me and Oddy catching bodies, then we rolling gaudy
Always foggy when I'm creepin', black all on my body
You say you driving Maserati, but I call your bluff
Always murder, then I rob 'em, money ain't enough
No, money ain't enough
Verse 2: Black Smurf
Creeping, sparking, thinking maybe if I, if I shouldn't just
Take this Nine and plead the fifth, but on my life I will protect
I don't rock for selfish *****s, .45 all in your chest
I'll have you running, man, I guess that's why you so upset
You think you're hard, homie? Boy, you say you with the ****s
Until the dogs hit your door, you'll run all them chips
Was hatin' now ya on the floor, ya' partners gon dip
Then put them lights in his eyes, bury a snitch
I'm moving Hector he just playing with it, he *****
A couple bands'll have ya layin' still, don't push me
The Hustle God ain't with the chitter-chatter
Boy, what's happenin'?
We talkin' - well boy, we can make it happen, it's nothin
Verse 3: YUNG MUTT
Back in all black, *****, give me that backpack
Fill it with a sack and a stack, and that's that crack in the pack
*****, I need to backtrack, real talk, need a trackback?
I'ma need the cash, I'ma need the ****, need to ash
I'ma need the green, that's **** and money, smoking honey
All Mac pack in a black Cadillac, ain't no thing funny
Ain't no handouts, ain't no biting, stick yo hand out, I'll start slicing
Advising sacrificing all you lice, and I start pricing
I'm tasting ice and lemonade in paradise, I'm icin' Sprite and Lean
Enticing me 'till I K.O., I might be Tyson