gucci snakes on her purse man this love like a curse cost a hundred for a verse came up from the dirt riding round in a vert smoking down on the purp she just wanna pop a perc told her sip up on the syrup pull up foreign whip skert now my pockets don t hurt gucci snakes with the fur all these niggas on my nerves keep the chopper like the purge he gone make a nigga merge switcharoo with the crew then she gotta hit the curb high tech mixed with the syrup now my words kinda slurred all my friends in a herse benjamin on a shirt light it up and leave earth come back and rebirth on the hill with the work scared boy go to church beat the pot get the bands up 30 on me it won t jam up boy you broke going bankrupt and you know yo gang ain t tough i was tryna get a lot of stuff almost robbed me a brinks truck renzo with me keep the beam tucked knock you down and clean the scene up gucci snakes on me feel like big guwap diamond chains on me yeah they cost a lot swimming in the ocean with the sharks i almost lost my mind then i forgot fuck  gucci snakes on her purse man this love like a curse cost a hundred for a verse came up from the dirt riding round in a vert smoking down on the purp she just wanna pop a perc told her sip up on the syrup pull up foreign whip skert now my pockets don t hurt gucci snakes with the fur all these niggas on my nerves keep the chopper like the purge he gone make a nigga merge switcharoo with the crew then she gotta hit the curb snakes all on my body feel like im in the jungle counting all this money tryna stay humble my mamma said i got the ball just don t fumble and i don t want them drugs if they don t come in bundles i want a phantom stay with my niggas we running them bands up black and white diamonds they looking like pandas sippin on fanta ride through atlanta i feel like im santa i got a lot of bands on me got bands on me got bands on me i got some xans on me got some xans on me pull up off the street i think she love me that s just what she say she fell in love with these gucci snakes gucci snakes on her purse man this love like a curse cost a hundred for a verse came up from the dirt riding round in a vert smoking down on the purp she just wanna pop a perc told her sip up on the syrup pull up foreign whip skert now my pockets don t hurt gucci snakes with the fur all these niggas on my nerves keep the chopper like the purge he gone make a nigga merge