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LETRA
Ever It's 2017 ni*** Welcome home 'wop, blurr Shawty Redd, new bitch ni***, y'all niggas motherfuck' at? Pyrex pot East Atlanta, Zone 6 Trap house Nigga where y'all think this shit started from, ni*** It's Gucci Ay Guc', welcome home my ni***, I salute to you my ni*** Ay, hol' up Let me take you back to my Shawty Redd days Just sold ten bales, pulled up to the club blazed In an all-red Charger with some with some on-set trays Hittin' on all-red kush, got on all-red J's Got a trap house in the 6 with a 12-foot fence I'm Guwop the walkin' lick but can't nobody take shit Had to shut the trap down, the red Dolce's hit Had to crack it back up, the red dogs ain't shit See your pack just touched, everybody want bricks So you can tell the black cats they can suck my dick It's just a Sun Valley ni***, I'm had tryna get rich I killed your dog yesterday, you can call me Mike Vick Say you never met a killer, then you never met me Hold up, hold up, they done let the 'wop free Hold up, hold up, he say he want a hundred keys Well pull up, pull up, none for you and more for me Gucci how you feel, like the richest ni*** ever Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest ni*** ever Ain't nobody in my lane, ain't nobody on my level Leave the house without a strap, ni*** never fuckin' ever This a customized belt, so you would never fuckin' ever Let a bitch stress me, I would never fuckin' ever Let a ni*** press me, I would never fuckin' ever (It's Gucci!) They say never say never but I never fuckin' ever (It's Gucci!) Don't go with my main squeeze, she ain't gotta f*** me But bitch ain't never met a ni*** that can hustle like me And you'll never meet a ni*** with a duffel like me With the money and the mind and the muscle like me I done rob so many niggas I can't even trust me Gotta walk in with the strap, they can never search me Call me Gucci the unmercable, they'll never merc me I just bought a new convertible, they'll never touch me I hate mice, I hate rats, ni*** that's my pet peeve I throw stacks, I shoot dice, ni*** I'm so side street If you ain't 'bout lettin' that pistol go, don't stand beside me Said Guwop ain't got eight figures, I feel like you're tryin' me 'Wop Gucci how you feel, like the richest ni*** ever Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest ni*** ever Ain't nobody in my lane, ain't nobody on my level Leave the house without a strap, ni*** never fuckin' ever This a customized belt, so you would never fuckin' ever Let a bitch stress me, I would never fuckin' ever Let a ni*** press me, I would never fuckin' ever They say never say never but I never fuckin' ever (It's Gucci!)
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