808alex - Gucci Lyrics

Yeah, give her the ice she wrote
Prada, Gucci, prad, I'm f*cking the icy salt
In this bitch imma roll
In this bitch imma roll
In this bitch imma roll
Go in that bitch like a load
Throw it up, throw it up
Money up, money up
In this bitch, I'm out of love, yeah
In the real, imma run
Yeah, 808 you can almost tell
Yeah, goyard pants in my air
Bitches selling, I ain't even gonna grab it
This is irrelevant, all the hoes is feeling me
She fell off after me cause you know heaven sent'
F*cking on that hoe, yeah, f*cking on yo baddie friend, oh
Burberry
Burberry clothes
F*cking on that bitch, yeah she sucking on these hoes
F*ck yeah, f*ck that bitch, she love it yeah
She'll love it out ur rolls yeah
Gave that bitch the most, yeah
And she love the coaster
And I wanna roll
And I wanna roll off
And I wanna go
And I wanna go now
And that bitch is froze
And my exes frozen
My bitch is ah
Yeah, give her the ice she wrote
Prada, Gucci, prad, I'm f*cking the icy salt
In this bitch imma roll
In this bitch imma roll
In this bitch imma roll
Go in that bitch like a load
Nigga came in my way
Someone desired, the close, ill still f*ck ur name
Fake, uh im f*cking that bag
Bad bitch want my last name, I ain't gonna give it to her
She reaching for my dick, but that's just a Glock
I got a dick on it
Im tryna up in that pole
Nigga's talking down on my name but don't know the whole way
762 went down, done funded a parade
Foreign model, she love designer clothes, but she want Gucci and Prada
She ain't get nun' from me, it come with sum, you gotta give me the top and leave
Now you see me, now you don't, hoodies up in this Balenciaga coat
I come with these drugs, don't show no emotions, I wear my heart on my sleeve
Foreign hoe, she love designer things, but like I said previously "she ain't get nothing from me"
Gotta stack my cheese
Gotta make sure of my family
Bitches saying, ion even wanna listen to no f*cking bread
All these bitches got bread
All these bitches gon say
I know when im L.A.
In that bitch, imma-
Yeah