4K Lij - Gucci Pants Lyrics

Aye, aye
Uhh
Aye, aye
4K
On my momma

Only running from the Jakes and the 1 time
Keep on talking 'bout a fade, bitch, run mine
Niggas talking 'bout the gang, say he frontline
F*ck a nigga bitch too, she say she love me
On God, bro, this shit getting ugly
Lil bitch on my IG, say she want me
Why you got the window poker, I'm flocking and stuff
Niggas wanna work with me, ain't popping enough

Only running from the Jakes and the 1 time
Keep on talking 'bout a fade, bitch, run mine
Niggas talking 'bout the gang, he false claimin'
Hit 3 houses for 2k they all Asian
Type to take a nigga food in the lunch line
If it's a pass, Imma feel it in my gut when it's crunch time
For the bands Imma do a nigga boof like fetch life
Move packs for the cash, move bitches and tech 9's

Put your pussy on my Gucci pants
Perk 30 in my hands, let me do my dance
All I want is new bands
I don't want no new friends
Tryna pull up in that, in that, new Benz
Pull up in that, in that, new Benz, okay
Okay
4K, aye

Put yo pussy on my Gucci pants
Perk 30 in my hands, let me do my dance
All I want is new bands
I don't want no new friends

They say he hating on me, I ain't really see it, dude little
I'm tryna be a beat maker, everything instrumental
I'm tryna get up in the field, he don't know what he doing
That nigga crying, I took his bitch, that's on God, he a loser

(Lil bro I'm tryna sell that)
(She a throat demon wit hellcat)
(You a bunky bro, how yo pack get mailed back)