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gucci shoes - yung mal & lil quill lyrics

[intro: yung mal]
gudda tay on every beat, n-gga
gudda
i’m high as f-ck

[chorus: yung mal]
in the booth right now with my shoes off
them some gucci shoes, gucci, gucci, gucci, gucci
get a sack, turn your back on your mans, dawg
that what p-ssies do, coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie
got the trap goin’ stupid stupid
keep that strap, boy i’m super shooter
get that pack goin’, move it, move it
i get you whacked, boy, cool it, cool it
in the 6 right now with that glizzy on me
gotta get these racks, watch my back, i lost plenty homies

[verse 1: yung mal]
way back, i was sleepin’ on the mat, i was eatin’ bologna
now i’m laid back, in the maybach, while i’m turnin’ corners
these n-ggas get the sack, turn they back, n-ggas turn phony
no, i couldn’t tuck my tail like a cat, went, got a sack, i ain’t let up on ’em
12 hit the block, we threw the set up on ’em
um, if the dope don’t weigh enough we put some stretch up on it
i ain’t have sh-t, i flex up on ’em
do the dash fast, i catch up on ’em
he need a bag, gotta wait one moment
i’m in the ‘yo doin’ a feature for a hundred, d-mn

[verse 2: lil quill]
gotta get these racks, i lost plenty homies
hundred stacks, in that maybach, i lay back
i been runnin’ up that sack, no i ain’t ever goin’ back
ducked off, askin’ where he at
big house way out in marriott
where the bad b-tch that look like julie at?
but i can’t marry you (nah)
in the booth right now, i got on double g
my belt a couple hundred, it got bumblebees
car imported, came from italy
i heard your man givin’ back sh-t to the law
well we shoot first degree
and i got bands in my pants
you try to run off, we gon’ shoot .223’s

[outro]
this dope came straight off the boat

- yung mal lil quill lyrics

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