Gucci Gang

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, finessin' a souffle

I'ma let it cook, while addressin' 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