Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds by Lil Tracy Lyrics

[Part One]

[Intro]
Glo Gang!
Ayy
Yung Bruh, ayy
Yung Bruh, Yung Bruh
Ayy, yuh

[Verse 1]
Burberry Scarf wrapped around my neck, she said she like that shit
Pussy like a foreign car how a young nigga be slidin' in
Tired of these fuckboys in my face, I won't say hi to them
Tired of these fuckboys, go away, I won't say bye to them
Yuh, ayy

[Chorus]
Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds, I shine like them (I Shine)
Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds, I shine like them (I Shine)
Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds, I shine like them (I Shine)
Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds, I shine like them (I Shine)
[Verse 2]
I feel like Lil Wayne, you can't reach me on my Samsung
Bitches call me cute, my Grandma call me handsome
I want the escalade sittin' in front of the Mansion
If you out here tryna stunt this yo' anthem
I feel like Fetty Wap, I'm a Fetty Wap
Designer boy, she wanna sex me up, lil' angel, bless me up
She said she gon' hold me down
Nah, let me up, shawty, let me up
'Cause last time I trust a bitch she set me up, yeah, she set me up

[Bridge]
Last time I trust a bitch she set me up
Yuh, ayy, don't trust no bitch (Yung Bruh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 3]
I don't got time for thots, I don't got time for bops
I'm tryna get this guap, tryna take care of my mom
I don't fuck with the cops I know that they watch (Fuck 12, fuck 12)
I don't fuck with no opps I know that they plot
They talking down on me, that's that, "ra-ra-ra"
I fucked your bitch make her sing, "la-la-la-la-la"
My wrist glistening like a molly rock
Shorty lick my bracelet then she give me top
Ayy, If she not a model I can't fuck that bitch
Ayy, I put my bracelet on her pussy, fuck my wrist
Ayy, Fuck my wrist, fuck my wrist, fuck my wrist
Icy bitch, diamonds falling out her clit, damn
Damn, my fans say, "Yung Bruh you the shit"
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm throw up and I'm piss (Ugh)
I hope I make you niggas sick (Ugh)
My wrist looking like a crip, yuh, yuh
Ayy, ayy-ayy
[Outro to Part 1 & Part 2]
You know what I'm sayin', Yung Bruh in this bitch, bruh
Fuck all that fu-fu shit, man
Fuck wit' me man, I'm slidin', finna get right
Ayy, yuh, yuh, you heard me?
Yuh, nigga up next in this bitch, niggas up next in this shit, yuh
Fuck all that fu-fu shit like I said man
Yung Bruh, lil Tracy, man
Number one, so magical, you understand?
Lil Tracy, nigga
Swervin', know what I'm sayin'?

[Beat Switch/Fade Into Part 2]

[Intro to Part 2]
Yung Bruh, ayy
Yung Bruh, Yung Bruh
Ayy, yuh

[Verse 3]
Bu-Burberry Scarf wrapped round my neck
She said she like that shit
Pussy like a foreign car how a young nigga be slidin' in
Tired of these fuckboys at my face, I won't say hi to them
Tired of these fuckboys, go away, I won't say bye to them
Yuh, ayy
[Chorus]
Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds, I shine like them
Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds, I shine like them
Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds, I shine like them
Gucci Purse Fulla Diamonds, I shine like them

[Verse 4]
I feel like Lil Wayne you can't reach me on my Samsung
Bitches call me cute, my Grandma call me handsome
I want the escalade sittin' in front of the Mansion
If you out here tryna stunt this yo' anthem
I feel like Fetty Wap, I'ma Fetty Wap
Designer boy, she wanna sex me up, lil' angel bless me up
She said she gon' hold me down
Naw let me up, shawty, let me up
'Cause last time I trust a bitch she set me up, yeah, she set me up

[Bridge]
Last time I trust a bitch she set me up
Yuh, ayy, don't trust no bitch (Yung Bruh)
Ayy

[Verse 5]
I don't got time for thots, I don't got time for bops
I'm tryna get the guap, tryna take care of my mom
I don't fuck with the cops I know that they watch
I don't fuck with no opps I know that they plot
They talking down on me that's the rarara
I fucked your bitch make her sing, la-la-la-la-la
My wrist glistening like a molly rock
Shorty licked my bracelet then she gave me top
Ayy, If she not a model I can't fuck that bitch
I put my bracelet on her pussy fuck my wrist
Fuck my wrist, fuck my wrist, fuck my wrist
Icy bitch, diamonds falling out her clit
My fans say "Yung Bruh you the shit"
Bitch, I'm throw up and I'm piss
I hope I make you niggas sick
My wrist looking like a crip, yuh, yuh
Ayy, ayy-ayy

[Outro to Part 1 & Part 2]
You know what I'm sayin', Yung Bruh in this bitch, bruh
Fuck all that fu-fu shit, man
Fuck wit' me man, I'm slidin', finna get right
Ayy, yuh, yuh, you heard me?
Yuh, nigga up next in this bitch, niggas up next in this shit, yuh
Fuck all that fu-fu shit like I said man
Yung Bruh, lil Tracy, man
Number one, so magical, you understand?
Lil Tracy, nigga
Swervin', know what I'm sayin'?