CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : GUCCI BELT INTERLUDE

(Verse 1: 3Hi)
You should wipe your life of all that bullsh*t that you’re pushing out
I’m so sick and tired of you pretending that you someone else
Who were you to call when you were broken and you needed help?
But don’t you trip cuz girl you’re faker than your gucci belt
(Yeah)
Cigarettes and red rosé, the only thing that I can smell
Came through just to shoot sh*t while we sit down and get high as hell
Instead you lie and cut ties with your true damn self
But don’t you trip cuz girl you’re faker-
Faker than your gucci belt

(Chorus: 3Hi)
Gucci belt
You're faker than your Gucci belt
What you felt?
Cuz seriously I cannot tell
Gucci belt
You're faker than your Gucci belt
What you felt?
Cuz seriously-

(Bridge: 3Hi & Meader)
F**k it so we dip to grab another bottle
Running up these digits cuz I can’t even call you
Stunting, sturdy riding dirty Kawasaki
Sit down, get high, and split the profits with my posse
Dodi, she had me thinking holy matrimony
Ganja and a 40
Ramen noodles with lil shorty
Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy moly
Holy, holy, holy moly, holy, holy