Xanman - Gucci down

Bad bitch wanna be Gucci down
Bad bitch wanna be Gucci down
Lil' bitch wanna be Gucci down
You pull out a stick, better shoot me now
Got designer bag, like she in a movie now
Bad bitch wanna be Gucci down
Bad bitch wanna be Gucci down
Lil' bitch wanna be Gucci down
You pull out a stick, better shoot me now
Ooh, I been, Cartier frames on my eyelids
I got a bad bitch and she brown skin
Got gas in the window, brought a pound in
Got designer on me, ooh, I'm drownin'
I ain't 'bout to play games, this Spy Kids
Got a bougie girl, wanna have my kids
Ooh, I only want the bop, give me five minutes

Ooh, baby, give me five minutes
Can I dive in it?
Ooh, let's just hope nigga ain't sign shit
Street niggas gon' trap 'til they find a Benz
I been sellin' Adderall for five bands
Hey now, don't reach in my pants
I'ma beat the block like I had five hands
She want to get turned up, take five xans
I-I make the cash talk, nigga
Glock make him fast walk, nigga
G-G-Got the junkies off the bath salts, nigga
That nigga dead, it ain't my fault, nigga
So many drugs, I took five hawks, nigga
Stop lookin' down at my bitch walk, nigga
You ain't never seen a stick talk, nigga
I'm a stripe Gucci flip-flop nigga
Why you purpin'? Move a big Glock, nigga
Go with your big homie told her go get her nigga
She wanna be Gucci down, put her in Gucci flips
Never knew niggas around 'cause I know goofy niggas
I feel like 2 Chainz, you gettin' mad, I'm gettin' richer
They think I'm Bruce Wayne, I'm in a foreign with extensions
That nigga purpin', give him 24 hours, he missin'

Bad bitch wanna be Gucci down
Bad bitch wanna be Gucci down
Lil' bitch wanna be Gucci down
You pull out a stick, better shoot me now
Got designer bag, like she in a movie now
Bad bitch wanna be Gucci down
Bad bitch wanna be Gucci down
Lil' bitch wanna be Gucci down (yeah, yeah)


Bad bitch wanna be Gucci down
When I'm in the city, I'm Louis'd down
Eyes on my back, I see you now
Ain't smokin' propane, put that shit out
He got good numbers, we lockin'
Pull up in a drop top, I ain't droppin'
I got runners on the clock, I don't clock in
If the pussy good, he gon' take you shoppin'
Don't none of my money fold
Girl, yeah, my wallet gettin' towed
I do not know what you want
Baby, I been on the road
Ooh, I'm on an island
Pussy so wet, he wanna dive in
Need a money machine when I'm countin'
He said he got money, I doubt it

Left hand up, right hand up
Everybody do the Gucci down
We spendin' bands, no merry-go-round
I got a .40 on me, send your man to the clouds
Uh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Walk down with a to-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ool
Uh, uh, I'ma pull up in the G-Wagon
Two tone stick, we gon' aim where he sleep at
ACL, I might just shoot at his kneecap
Suppressor, pew, I shoot with no feedback

Bad bitch wanna be Gucci down
Bad bitch wanna be Gucci down
Lil' bitch wanna be Gucci down
You pull out a stick, better shoot me now
Got designer bag, like she in a movie now
Bad bitch wanna be Gucci down
Bad bitch wanna be Gucci down
Lil' bitch wanna be Gucci down
Ooh, I been, Cartier frames on my eyelids
I got a bad bitch and she brown skin
Got gas in the window, brought a pound in
Got designer on me, ooh, I'm drownin'
I ain't 'bout to play games, this Spy Kids
Got a bougie girl, wanna have my kids
Ooh, I only want the bop, give me five minutes

Writers: Maria-Cecilia Kelly

Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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