Gucci Gang (Remix)

(альбом: G.O.A.T. - 2017)

You the king
You the king
You the king
Nah bitch I'm the goat we don't move the same
Top 5, top 5, top 5, ugh
Just put me up there with lil tunechi name

When you was gucci gang, I was louis gang
Man it's a bunch of shit that we don't do the same
No blood, no crip, but I'm cool with gangs
Yeah I maneuver through the sewer with a Hula gang
Sucker ain't tuck his chain, boost his chain
Then a nigga getting stuck up like a boujee dame (whoa)
Do a drive by, with my gucci mane (wop)
Now all your friends dead when the uzi bang (ugh)
I'm only here to flex, and invest in my new wave
I was in the kitchen, finessing a souffle
I'ma let it cook, while addressing a few things
The last few years, been a lesson and ooh mane
We don't act the same, think the same, speak the same
Flow the same, glow the same, run the same, see the same
My pineal gland decalcified, you ain't got a ounce of pride
Vegan gang Vegan gang ooh
She want me scoop her up, and get the coochie man
She must think I'm goofy, I never let her hoochie hang
She just want the groupie fame, she just want to suck a nigga off
And call me boobie, hit the crib to do the coochie thing (ooh)
What can I not say? and I got paid
Play with my bread, I box a nigga head like Travis Scott braids
I'm too legit to quit, I let the hammer pop ayy
I made her cum first she on me whine
I beat the pussy, like it owe me something
Coochie gang, coochie gang, coochie gang
I tell my brother [?] let my pootie gang
She told me I'm better than the other names
I sung a song to it and the coochie came
I told you gucci gang shit [?]
She said "don't you dare take my love away and don't text me"

You the king
You the king
You the king
Nah bitch I'm the goat we don't move the same
Top 5, top 5, top 5, ugh
Just put me up there with lil tunechi name

I'm offended, I'm authentic, you all rented
Your reality, augmented you lost that
For the cabbage, I face off, and large bets
I'm a savage, I takeoff, I'm offset
But I'm a scholar, not a slave to the mighty dollar
You ain't a conquerer, just a coward I could devour
The mind control is on ayatollahs, and higher powers
Give you a diet of hybrid carrots and cauliflower
Our population is indoctrinated by Eisenhower
If Einstein was a plagiarist, then who got the power
We got the power, well we had the power, pitiful
When history is a mystery, is critical
Uneducated individuals, living in a age where the consciousness is minimal
You ain't even know it
Putting all that sickness in your body every fucking thanksgiving was a ritual
[?] mindset, they be spying us
Pineal calcified, got you blinded
Not let yourself be reminded
You ain't looking inside, you won't find it