Gucci...Louis... by T-Bully Lyrics
[Intro]
Take Flight - JL. Shout-out
Ooh Take Flight!
(Xbox Notification)
[T-Bully: Verse 1]
Actin' like you hard, Wesley Pipes, coppin' fake Gucci
Belts like you finna get hype, Drago we killin' you
George Foreman, we grillin' you
Lyin' lines on you like it's overcooked
Chief Keef, tadoe, trappin' but we Fredo
Laying you, wearing chains that his mom bought him
Stuntin' with his thirty dollar foams on him
Funny because you thinking it's the 13th
Coming through your dreams, metal running down your cheek
I could hear tears trickling cause you weak
Bitching in the DMs saying you don't want beef
Prime time, grind time
Catching in 8th, didn't start, still not finishing
Like it's Newman, cause you knew she was chilling with some new men
Port kids, looking like they could've been deport-ed
Numero uno, Top SZN
Some meet and greet shit like y'all leavin'
Y'all fucking up, like you PG, childish
Throwing bonfires like you 13
Bitching like "Pep, why you so mean to me?"
Catching tongues feeling like Mass to me
Ghost after like it's Dani
[Interlude]
Uh, get it
(Take Flight!)
Young, young Ayala
(Woo)
(Ugh...UGH)
[Verse 2: Young Al]
Gucci belts? What's next coach purses?
You trash like the city of Port Jervis
I go in hard like T-Bully's verses
I'm just pointing out the obvious
Square up kid, why you tryna' body us?
Shut up faggot, you're a random
Those wanna-be gays, I just can't stand 'em
Walk around like somebody just pantsed 'em
Chief Keef kid sounds like he's having a seizure
Take Flight JL please let me get a feature
John Lombardo? Or Marshall Mathers?
Maria or Kim K? Can't tell which ass is fatter (Uh)
Lined up be roll calling
JL, he be balling
Mac 11, Brad B Stallin
5 AM, your girl be calling
Breaking ankles, Allen I. you be fallin'
Fucked your girl, after she be yawnin'
Haha, kidding, I'm still a virgin
Can't let that shit burn me
At least I didn't fuck a girl infested with herpes
'15, '16, the regime? Haha, take a seat
Class of 2017 we got everyone beat
[Outro]
Uh, yeah (What the fuck was that you pussies, are you shitting me?)
Take Flight JL!
Get the fuck out of my house (It's Me Cal P)
I told you no more fucking recording here you piece of shit (Take Flight!)
T-Bull!
Turn it off, turn it off, TURN IT OFF!
School of 2015 (Shut up [?])
More stuff coming, we outchea
More stuff coming out (Take Flight)
Schoolyear of 2014 to '15
(Dumb ass bird noises)
"What the hell? You're never coming to my house anymore!"
JL, Young Al, T-Bull (Take Flight!)
(JL) we outchea
Take Flight - JL. Shout-out
Ooh Take Flight!
(Xbox Notification)
[T-Bully: Verse 1]
Actin' like you hard, Wesley Pipes, coppin' fake Gucci
Belts like you finna get hype, Drago we killin' you
George Foreman, we grillin' you
Lyin' lines on you like it's overcooked
Chief Keef, tadoe, trappin' but we Fredo
Laying you, wearing chains that his mom bought him
Stuntin' with his thirty dollar foams on him
Funny because you thinking it's the 13th
Coming through your dreams, metal running down your cheek
I could hear tears trickling cause you weak
Bitching in the DMs saying you don't want beef
Prime time, grind time
Catching in 8th, didn't start, still not finishing
Like it's Newman, cause you knew she was chilling with some new men
Port kids, looking like they could've been deport-ed
Numero uno, Top SZN
Some meet and greet shit like y'all leavin'
Y'all fucking up, like you PG, childish
Throwing bonfires like you 13
Bitching like "Pep, why you so mean to me?"
Catching tongues feeling like Mass to me
Ghost after like it's Dani
[Interlude]
Uh, get it
(Take Flight!)
Young, young Ayala
(Woo)
(Ugh...UGH)
[Verse 2: Young Al]
Gucci belts? What's next coach purses?
You trash like the city of Port Jervis
I go in hard like T-Bully's verses
I'm just pointing out the obvious
Square up kid, why you tryna' body us?
Shut up faggot, you're a random
Those wanna-be gays, I just can't stand 'em
Walk around like somebody just pantsed 'em
Chief Keef kid sounds like he's having a seizure
Take Flight JL please let me get a feature
John Lombardo? Or Marshall Mathers?
Maria or Kim K? Can't tell which ass is fatter (Uh)
Lined up be roll calling
JL, he be balling
Mac 11, Brad B Stallin
5 AM, your girl be calling
Breaking ankles, Allen I. you be fallin'
Fucked your girl, after she be yawnin'
Haha, kidding, I'm still a virgin
Can't let that shit burn me
At least I didn't fuck a girl infested with herpes
'15, '16, the regime? Haha, take a seat
Class of 2017 we got everyone beat
[Outro]
Uh, yeah (What the fuck was that you pussies, are you shitting me?)
Take Flight JL!
Get the fuck out of my house (It's Me Cal P)
I told you no more fucking recording here you piece of shit (Take Flight!)
T-Bull!
Turn it off, turn it off, TURN IT OFF!
School of 2015 (Shut up [?])
More stuff coming, we outchea
More stuff coming out (Take Flight)
Schoolyear of 2014 to '15
(Dumb ass bird noises)
"What the hell? You're never coming to my house anymore!"
JL, Young Al, T-Bull (Take Flight!)
(JL) we outchea