old gucci - enphamus lyrics
[intro:]
uh
like gucci, i bust it out the wrapper
f*ck ’round, sell it to a trapper
break down them bales, n*gga, bowls in, ten percent, take it to the pastor
[chorus:]
i’m on 285, i feel like the old gucci, went to barney’s for the chain
and i’m workin’ 3 scales at the same d*mn time, addin’ in my brain
i just drove to kanye’s, he wanted a qp, i sold that sh*t for a whole thing
five hunnid’ a zip, 3*5 for a pill, but jit out here bustin’ n*ggas brains
[verse:]
i know some n*ggas who f*ck wit’ the birds
i know some n*ggas who f*ck wit’ the rabbits
i’m ridin’ dirty, it’s bowls and switches
i pray to the fire before i get in traffic
late night shootouts wit’ gang
it’s a competition for bodiеs, i feel like mark [?]
my smackers itchin’ for hats
they geekеd off percs, like freeze, you went, toe*tag ’em
we deep in this b*tch wit’ 30*some’ glocks
waitin’ for the opps to come slide and do what they said
this double r in yo’ song
a f*ckin’ week later, somehow, n*ggas turnin’ up dead
i’m wit’ too iffy and mud
lil’ blade just needed ten bowls to bring me a head
at me ’bout some of that beef
not takin’ you serious, you workin’ that case wit’ the feds
these n*ggas be workin’ the other one
i’m geeked, i’m scared, i’m psyched, i’m nervous
‘member them times i was sleepin’ in service
then thought ’bout the preacher and questioned his sermons
i don’t like n*ggas, i feel like a german
but gang, we tight like a muh’f*ckin’ virgin
body for body, lil’ n*gga, we purgin’
put n*ggas on tables, i feel like a surgeon
hot box ride wit’ a hunnid’ rounds
momma seen a gangster on the ultrasound
sixteen o’s in a old cutlass, try to strike this and end up in the pound
try to rob me and end up in the ground
i don’t play fair, don’t come outta’ bounds
leavin’ pillow talkers in the lost*and*found
n*ggas know we bussin’ like the greyhounds
[chorus:]
i’m on 285, i feel like the old gucci, went to barney’s for the chain
and i’m workin’ 3 scales at the same d*mn time, addin’ in my brain
i just drove to kanye’s, he wanted a qp, i sold that sh*t for a whole thing
five hunnid’ a zip, 3*5 for a pill, but jit out here bustin’ n*ggas brains
i’m on 285, i feel like the old gucci, went to barney’s for the chain
and i’m workin’ 3 scales at the same d*mn time, addin’ in my brain
i just drove to kanye’s, he wanted a qp, i sold that sh*t for a whole thing
five hunnid’ a zip, 3*5 for a pill, but jit out here bustin’ n*ggas brains
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