This is a song about "Gucci"

Out off gucci seats with heat that a make ya luie leave.

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Shout outs to gucci, let's shoot this fuckin movie

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

Driving so gucci, move over, you never i never need brakes

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Throw on some gucci shades cuz im blazed and i call that shit high fashion.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge