Joyner Lucas- Gucci Gang Remix

Описание: Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang
‘Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs
I don’t really f**k with no brand names
Joyner ’bout to go on a rampage
They don’t wanna see me let the chopper bang, yeah
Get this b***h jumping like Shabba Ranks,
What’s a Lil Pump to a rocket flame, yeah
Turn your pink dreads into pocket change
All you new rappers don’t be talkin’ ’bout s**t except doin’ drugs
Wonder how you got a name
Sippin’ lean, takin’ E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, f**k
Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (woo)
Hope you niggas suffer til you pop a vein, yeah
This s**t made your mother wanna ovulate, yeah
This s**t make your doctors wanna stop a train
Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Prada, Dolce
Back when I was broke and no one know me
I couldn’t afford it and now that I got the money
I don’t even want this s**t ’cause it ain’t for me
I always been myself, you don’t know me
Yeah I was so depressed, I was lonely
The man on the horse, all I had was Ralph Lauren
Then I went and signed a deal and bought a pony (woah)
Yeah I’m taking it back and then I’m smacking you bitches and laughing
And I’m killing them, hacking them, and sending your body right back to them
You wonder what’s happening
I’m flipping new syllables, acronyms
I guess I’ma practice it
You fuckers are fucking embarrassing (pow pow)
You ain’t gonna be happy when I’m on top and I’m gonna be popping
All of you gonna be dropping like birds dropping on your all on your conscious
All you niggas watchin I’m spittin’, slap all on your coffin, I repeat You lost and you fuckas sleepin’ you’re pillow talkin’
And you dream all day, that’s per year
All you hoe niggas leave your purse here
I am your favorite rapper’s worst fear
Raised in the mud crying, dirt tears
Just a bunch of kids in the high chair
Couldn’t get a buzz even if you had lightyear
Wouldn’t get no love even if your heart’s right here
Niggas got guns so nobody want to fight fair, no
Hit ’em with the Ric Flair and the suplex
I ain’t never been scared, b***h, I’m ruthless
Raised by the ghetto
Know some gangs that’ll get ’em
Split ’em right down the middle like a fuckin’ duplex
Break a nigga toes, make ’em do the two-step
Crib full of h**s, now I feel like Hugh Hef
Got a bad stripper b***h, all we do is have s*x
And she love suckin’ d**k so I call her loose neck (woah)
Makin’ a panic with my s**t and I’m flippin’ up banisters
I’m ready to handle and dismantle and crush and vanish
I hit ’em and send ’em into walls, then I got’ em enchanted
Then my fuckin hands that holdin the hammer bangin’ and slammin’
Killin’ ’em in the ambulance, they dyin’, they bleedin’, they tremblin’
I’m really sick and I got a stiff as a fuckin’ mannequin
I paint a picture a Picasso vision, all on my cellophane
I got ’em swingin’ they on my d*ck and grabbin my balls again
Now, uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco versuri-lyrics.info
I ain’t Spanish but I know the lingo
Atlantic told me that my flow a hundred
But my album ain’t come unless I got a fuckin’ single
Well I don’t give a f**k about no hit record
I just remix your s**t and get big off it
I just murder every mother fucking beat while I’m dreaming of gettin’ paid in my mother fuckin’ sleep, goddamn
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang
‘Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs (woah)
I don’t really f**k with no brand names
Joyner ’bout to go on a rampage, ohh
They don’t wanna see me let the chopper bang
Get this b***h jumping like Shabba Ranks, yeah
What’s a Lil Pump to a rocket flame, woo
Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada gang
All you new rappers don’t be talkin’ ’bout s**t except doin’ drugs
Wonder how you got a name, uh
Sippin’ lean, takin’ E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, f**k
Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain
Hope you niggas suffer til you pop a vein, uh
Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada gang
I don’t really f**k with no brand names, yeahhh.




I do not own this song and full rights go to Joyner Lucas. I take no credit at all.