CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Latest Gucci On My Kids*
Lyrics formed from multiple snippets
Young Sex
Just count the racks and tie my toe (Count)
One copped the Benz, the other one [?] (Let's go)
I took a p*ss on your bro
Got Tina Turner on my... I got big guns, with no big ones
My b*t*h [?]...
...
I'm like King Tut, go ahead and shoot the streets up (Brrt)
Cut it up with your old girl, and that b*t*h be stretching her knees up (Whoo)
I got a bag, I just be sprinkling hoes in the trash
I got a bag, I just been sleeping at the Conrad (Conrad)
I got a bag, whole lotta mix and a couple shags (I got a bag)
I got a bag, Hakuna Matata, Tarzan (I got a bag)
I'm worth a bag, a big old bag, I'm talking these racks, hold on (Brrt)
The other phone ringing, I answer the phone, it was some more racks, hold on (Brrt)
Riding with the mag, I ride with the [?] and blow out the bag, hold on
Run up your sack and go help your mom up out of the shack, hold on
I got a Lambo truck, I got it, can't even trust you with [?] (Skkr, skkr)
Lift it up, [?] up out it
No wallet, I got big racks in my pocket (Let's go)
Bring out a pack, John Gotti
Add a little tax, John Gotti
Give out the packs, John Gotti
I get you wacked, I'm John Gotti
the time, it's all I can see
b*t*h so bad that I called the police
Turn to the maximum (Maximum)
I f**k the [?] (Ahh)
The police can't catch up to em (No)
I play with it (Whoo)
I'm skipping town with your b*t*h, n***a (Your b*t*h, n***a)
The latest Gucci on my kids, n***a (Kids, n***a)
Giuseppe [?] on my b*t*h, n***a (Giuseppe)
I tie my ties, I'm with the sh*ts, n***a (Tell 'em)
She suck my sh*t, before I took off the trench, n***a
Five thousand [?] on these [?] (Five thousand [?])
gotta ball up your fist (Ball)
Got a half a million dollar courtside of the [?]
Young Sex
Just count the racks and tie my toe (Count)
One copped the Benz, the other one [?] (Let's go)
I took a p*ss on your bro
Got Tina Turner on my... I got big guns, with no big ones
My b*t*h [?]...
...
I'm like King Tut, go ahead and shoot the streets up (Brrt)
Cut it up with your old girl, and that b*t*h be stretching her knees up (Whoo)
I got a bag, I just be sprinkling hoes in the trash
I got a bag, I just been sleeping at the Conrad (Conrad)
I got a bag, whole lotta mix and a couple shags (I got a bag)
I got a bag, Hakuna Matata, Tarzan (I got a bag)
I'm worth a bag, a big old bag, I'm talking these racks, hold on (Brrt)
The other phone ringing, I answer the phone, it was some more racks, hold on (Brrt)
Riding with the mag, I ride with the [?] and blow out the bag, hold on
Run up your sack and go help your mom up out of the shack, hold on
I got a Lambo truck, I got it, can't even trust you with [?] (Skkr, skkr)
Lift it up, [?] up out it
No wallet, I got big racks in my pocket (Let's go)
Bring out a pack, John Gotti
Add a little tax, John Gotti
Give out the packs, John Gotti
I get you wacked, I'm John Gotti
the time, it's all I can see
b*t*h so bad that I called the police
Turn to the maximum (Maximum)
I f**k the [?] (Ahh)
The police can't catch up to em (No)
I play with it (Whoo)
I'm skipping town with your b*t*h, n***a (Your b*t*h, n***a)
The latest Gucci on my kids, n***a (Kids, n***a)
Giuseppe [?] on my b*t*h, n***a (Giuseppe)
I tie my ties, I'm with the sh*ts, n***a (Tell 'em)
She suck my sh*t, before I took off the trench, n***a
Five thousand [?] on these [?] (Five thousand [?])
gotta ball up your fist (Ball)
Got a half a million dollar courtside of the [?]
