Lyrics Gucci by Moneymarr

Yeah
I got the trap jumping up, that shit booming
Uh, yeah...uh
Uh, I'm working hard, I ain't ever gon' lose
Yeah
Uh, uh!

I got the trap jumping up, that shit booming
Ten zips stuffed in the Gucci, it's boofing
I'm working hard, I ain't ever gon' lose it
If you want some work, then I'm calling my shooters
I'm catching plays, so I feel like I'm Moss
Big Marr, big dog, bitch, I'm a boss
My niggas winning, ain't taking no loss
Bussed down, iced out, bitch, I got sauce
Serving the junkies, uh, uh
Feds on the block, gotta watch for the undies
He say he trapping? Uh, uh
Slide on his block, yeah, this shit gon' get ugly
Nigga, I'm lit, uh, yeah
I got respect 'round my way like I'm Bundy
I'm independent, uh, yeah
Count it up, I cannot let niggas run me

Trapping real hard, I can show you how to whip it up
Feds on my line, all I'm tryna do is get it up
Counting all this money, man I swear I'm not giving up
Riding with the draco so we gotta put the pistols up
Janky ass nigga, so you know I gotta stick him up
Ran down, mask down, yeah, nigga, give it up
Big four-fifth out the window, it hit him up
Spin't on his block he get them bullets lit him up

I got the trap jumping up, that shit booming
Ten zips stuffed in the Gucci, it's boofing
I'm working hard, I ain't ever gon' lose it
If you want some work, then I'm calling my shooters
I'm catching plays, so I feel like I'm Moss
Big Marr, big dog, bitch, I'm a boss
My niggas winning, ain't taking no loss
Bust down, iced out, bitch, I got sauce
Serving the junkies, uh, uh
Feds on the block, gotta watch for the undies
He say he trapping? Uh, uh
Slide on his block, yeah, this shit gon' get ugly
Nigga, I'm lit, uh, yeah
I got respect 'round my way like I'm Bundy
I'm independent, uh, yeah
Count it up, I cannot let niggas run me

I can show you how to turn a gram into a Vick
Young nigga, but I still be on my big trap shit
I been really laying low, I been riding with a stick
Free Jackboy, bitch, everyday hit a lick
I be serving on a rip, I be serving all the fiends
I been running shit lately got me feeling like I'm Beans
Beam on the fifth when I aim at your spleen
Pour up a line of that tec in the cream

I got the trap jumping up, that shit booming
Ten zips stuffed in the Gucci, it's boofing
I'm working hard, I ain't ever gon' lose it
If you want some work, then I'm calling my shooters
I'm catching plays, so I feel like I'm Moss
Big Marr, big dog, bitch, I'm a boss
My niggas winning, ain't taking no loss
Bust down, iced out, bitch, I got sauce
Serving the junkies, uh, uh
Feds on the block, gotta watch for the undies
He say he trapping? Uh, uh
Slide on his block, yeah, this shit gon' get ugly
Nigga, I'm lit, uh, yeah
I got respect 'round my way like I'm Bundy
I'm independent, uh, yeah
Count it up, I cannot let niggas run me