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gucci gang (remix) - josh breezzyy lyrics

[intro]
yuh yeahhh (x 26)

[hook]
gucci gang, gucci gang gucci gang, gucci gang
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang (woo)
f-ck that we don’t rock them brand names!
j-breeze boutta k!ll the d-mn thang (yeah)
y’all don’t really want it wit the word play (no!)
y’all don’t really want it with the word play!
what’s a lil pump to a gas tank?
all my friends dead, but i don’t like to gas that

all you new rappers takin’ l’s while i win man, man just remember how i got my name (d-mn)
little auto tune, reverb, free verse, 808’s man all that sh-t sound the same
pop pills til we drop sk!lls, let the clock still, while the rot fills
and we out our brains
this sh-t’ll turn diarrhea to constipate
the goat, man, no need to contemplate!
gucci, fendi, louis, prada, dolce (what?)
n-gg-s still broke can’t rap sellin’ yo tape
y’all couldn’t afford it, and ain’t gettin’ money
tell ya mamma stop payin’ the bills and just die homie (hah)
always been good if y’all don’t know me! (know me)
prolly f-cked ya b-tch or had her blow me (blow me)
100 thousand sold, but i still ain’t going gold
but that plaque on the wall, man
y’all should get one of those!
but nah, i ain’t taking it back, but i’m sprayin’ wit macs
cuz eleven will leave you severed and just leaking from bags
and the speakers will blast
cuz i’m leavin you f-gs
like nine eleven vic-tims if you leaping, i’ll laugh
so if you thinkin i’m spittin them writtens, quick and i’m gripping ’em sitting em, all in line, while i devise and deliver ’em
cuz i gotta be k!llin ’em
but i probably ain’t stoppin me; but i’m constantly winnin and
im poppin these pop artist til i pop the adrenaline
then i pop in a vicodin, so i’ll pop on ya men and them
so stop with the comps, cuz i am not like im eminem
but i’m severing eleven, veterans on they head and i’m
sellin’ more records on my worst year (worst year)
tell ya hoe pipe down, we don’t need her ho-rs- here (nope)
i’m the rap game, games worst fear
another half breed spittin facts with the co-rs- hair! (yeah)
just a bunch’a brats, with some dyed hair
couldn’t handle beef if they was seated in a high chair (yeah)
everyday i wake up and i fight fear
2017, i been winnin this is my year! (my year)
joyner caught some buzz, gained a light year! (light year)
2018 i’m a zurg i don’t fight fair yeah
hit’em with the thick beard in the 6th gear
or 16 in a cool-fest (yeah)
1 punch, knockin’ out that rick flair (woo)
while i sit there, in my rick rude vest
so!
yeah, who eatin’, ima rob a plate? (rob a plate)
thats strike 1, 1 i’m behind the plate
(yeah)
the verse turned drake into shabba ranks (yeah)
gucci gang gucci gang gucci gang gucci gang
2018 ima put y’all on the tortured gang, yeah haha

- josh breezzyy lyrics

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