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​new gucci bucket hat - ​yvngxchris lyrics

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[intro]
trill

[verse]
i got the glock in the duffel bag
i’ma get to the money, i can’t get enough of that
i’m feeling like future, my new gucci bucket hat
that p*ssy boy lackin’, where the f*ck your [?] at?
don’t say what i say, my n*gga, your not tough for that
i slide on the opps one time, then i double back
glock 19 on my hip and i’m uppin’ that
i heard your music n*gga, what in the f*ck is that?
that sh*t was horrible
i carry the stick like a charger that’s portable
you got any b*tches? that sh*t was rhetorical
i’m balling like kobe, i’m playing in oracle
i’ma get to the money, my n*ggas gon’ get a check
said he want smoke, i’ma give him a cigarette
“chris got money, where the f*ck he get it at?
i know he be rappin’ n*gga, but it isn’t that
n*gga that’s none of your business
yeah, i’m catching em’ lackin’, spinnin’
your b*tch in the telly, she gaggin’ and spittin’
“yvngxchris is a b*tch,” you gotta be kiddin’
“he spazzin’ my n*gga, that gotta be written”
and i’m not gonna stop, so i’m stackin’ them millions
and that n*gga a p*ssy, that’s just how i’m feelin’
i just came out the trap and i’m smellin’ like gas, man, they thought i was dealin’
d*mn, d*mn
i just want the money, i don’t got no time for these b*tches
these n*ggas be cappin’, sayin’ that they gang, but only come around when i got the riches
y’all n*ggas be sayin’ that y’all ride or die, but when the police come then y’all turn into snitches
i’m married to the money, gave it a ring ’cause yvngxchris*o never needed a missus
or maybe i do, but i can’t even tell you
they say i’m the sh*t, they say “chris, i can smell you”
say “yvngxchris broke”, n*gga i could sell you
free all of my n*ggas locked up in that cell too
i’m smoking exotic, i pack in the mail too
if i got a problem, my shooter will k!ll you
your n*gga locked up and that gang won’t bail you
i stay with that stick, shout my n*gga l lou
[outro]
alright, b*tch i’m done, stop f*ckin’ recording

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