This is a song about "Gucci"

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

I'll get to em when i land

I ain't into that trick shit, those bitches and those gucci belts?

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Baby you like saying my name the most on your gucci bag and more

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch