CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Gucci Man

Heard dem man are tryna get back
But they ain't GBGs, so the pussies better sit back
Big fat wap with all the kickback
Man must've lost his marbles if he's ever tryna diss man
Skinny yute but I've got a 6-pack
Have a yute stumbling and sh*t like he just drunk a 6-pack
Skengdo I ain't into that verbal
Manna running off, jumping fences, just like they playing hurdles
Give me that drop, drop, your house is getting burgled
Don't think you're getting out, I'm deffo gonna hurt you
Bro's in the kitchen whippin' won't curdle
Bro's in the kitchen, whippin' won't curdle
Got a snitch-snitch cah that sh*t there is treason
4-1-0 it's a green ting
If you're not flagging green get a beating
Not with the guys get a beating
I don't really care how you feel

Baby didn't know that I'm a Gucci man
She's lookin' at my chains tryna move the man
I'm gonna put her on cah she ain't used to that
Burberry jacket and a Gucci bag
Baby didn't know that I'm a hustler
Said she wants to ride, tell her "buckle up"
Henny in my belly what a bombaclat
Blast the car come and f**k with us