Free Gucci

You say you flipping dope in the trap with your ho

But see I'm 'bout that murder

Catch a body with the burner, talking this and that

Triple 6 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 fucking walking round

Me and Oddy catching bodies then we rolling gaudy

Always foggy when I'm creeping, 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

Creeping, sparking, thinking maybe if I, if I should

Just take this 9 and plead the fifth, but on my life I will protect

I don't rock for selfish moves, a .45 all in your chest

I'll have you running, man, I guess that's why you so upset

You think you're hard, huh? Boy, you say you with the shits

Until the dogs hit your door, and run all your chips

Was hatin', they on the floor, ya partner's gon' dip

Then put the lights in his eyes, bury a snitch

I'm moving Hector, he just playing with it, he pussy

A couple bands'll have you layin' still, don't push me

The Hustle God ain't with the chitter-chatter, boy what's happening?

We talkin', well boy, we can make it happen

Back in all black, bitch, give me that backpack

Fill it with a sack, and a stack, and that's that crack in the pack

Bitch, I need to backtrack, real talk, need a trackback?

I'ma need the cash, I'ma need the weed, need to ash

I'ma need the green, that's dope and money, smoking honey

All Mac pack in a black Cadillac, ain't nothing 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 icing Sprite and Lean

Enticin' me till I K-O, I might be Tyson